Why I can never quit Coldplay

I realize that Coldplay isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Much like the Gallaghers back at the start of Oasis’ meteoric rise, and their comparisons to the Beatles, Coldplay seemed to encourage comparisons to U2 and, understandably, many U2 fans weren’t exactly on board. Others may have just found their music boring- “mom music”, for lack of a better term. And while I started out as just a casual fan (come on, Parachutes is a great album), over time I developed not necessarily a great fondness for them, but something akin to a spiritual connection with them. They inadvertently became a part of my history and, much like stupid John Mayer, despite their failings, I’ll always come back to them.

Like many people, my introduction to Coldplay came in the form of the song “Yellow.” It was the summer before freshman year of college and it was all over alternative radio. Back when CDs were still a thing, I went out and purchased Parachutes. I listened to it sporadically, but it wasn’t my favorite. A former friend was later introduced to the band by a douche named Strokey McStroke (I don’t know his real name- only that he wore a Strokes tshirt every time I saw him), and she played it non-stop, like it was her Sgt. Pepper. Luckily our friendship fizzled soon thereafter, so I no longer had to deal with her, Strokey McStroke or Parachutes.

I’d largely forgotten that Coldplay was a thing that existed until “The Scientist” came out. And I fell in love all over again. Only to forget about them again soon thereafter. Then came the great, controversial “Talk.” Another pleasant radio hit, another soon forgotten gem.

And, of course, how could we ever forget the joy that was the immensely popular “Viva La Vida?”

This is where my forever love for Coldplay begins.

As many of us may have done, I have a habit of buying an album based off of one insanely popular song and never listening to the whole album. Such was the case with “Viva La Vida” when it first arrived at my home. I played the title track and nothing else non-stop. After moving to Kansas and starting grad school, being so far away from home and knowing absolutely no one, I started randomly listening to a lot of my CDs while I studied. I found that Coldplay made for great study music because it was so...mellow, to put it nicely. Not Kenny G. mellow, but like “a cold beer after a long day of something difficult” mellow.

Anyway, over time, three albums became my constant companions in helping me cope with the loneliness of Kansas: “Alphabetical” by Phoenix; “Tourist History” by Two Door Cinema Club; and “Viva la Vida” by Coldplay. I listened to them while walking to class; eating lunch in the Union; reading in the library; writing papers 8 hrs before they’re due; driving home at 1 a.m. after visiting a friend and realizing that I had 16 hrs to have a large research paper done and didn’t have a clue as to what I was going to do; etc. These songs, these albums, these bands became my rock, my happiness. I loved “Lost” so much that I bought every alternate version available on iTunes. According to my iPod, I listened to the acoustic version over 100 times in a year.  And whenever I listen to any of these songs/albums, I think back to my time in Manhattan and don’t remember the stress of school or being poor or lack of job opportunities; I remember the times when I felt hopeful because I was never sad as long as I had my music.

We were still in grad school when Mylo Xyloto came out, and I remember wanting only that for Christmas, since we were still on a tight budget. But for some reason I didn’t connect with that one. I suppose I already made my decision with Viva La Vida and was in comparison mode: everything they make thereafter would be compared unfairly to that one album that I formed an unusual bond with. And, although it wasn’t fair, to this day I still haven’t really given the album a chance. I honestly don’t even know where the CD is today.

So that’s the long story of why I will always have an unbreakable bond with everyone’s second favorite band to hate, Coldplay. I’m just lucky that I hadn’t been in possession of a Nickelback album during that time or I would have really been in trouble.