chris martin's long lost name twin

in the tradition of me falling madly in love with the lead singer of any band i see live (ie billie joe armstrong, dave grohl, jim atkins, rivers cuomo), it's only fitting that this post be about the fabulous and talented chris martin, lead singer of coldplay, father of apple and husband (harumph) of gwyneth paltrow.

first and foremost i'd like to say that if you're on the fence about a band, go see them live. there's nothing like the experience of live music. especially when that band has millions of fans, tons of money, and is playing in a city or town near you. i'm not on the fence about coldplay. actually, i remember a conversation i had with my sister after we first saw the video for "yellow":

me: i like this song
allie: yeah me too
me: i hope coldplay sticks around, because this is good.
allie: yeah me too
fin

so i am a fan. but i'm not their number one fan. but i just may be today. because i saw coldplay last night, and they were AWESOME. their light show alone must have been hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the giant jumbotron screen they had behind the stage was crystal clear and full of dazzling effects.

if you're interested, the setlist was something like this...

Square One
Politik
Yellow
Speed of Sound
God Put a Smile on Your Face
X&Y
How You See the World
Don't Panic
White Shadows
The Scientist
'Til Kingdom Come
Ring of Fire
Trouble
Clocks
Talk
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Swallowed in the Sea
In My Place
Fix You

"Fix You" was made to be played during an encore.

now, back to the original subject of this post...chris martin.

because i knew i was going to write about coldplay today, i googled his name and came up with a nice image of talented, fabulous, beautifully voiced chris martin, obviously mid-song...

but because i just googled the name "chris martin" everyone who has anything labelled "chris martin" and is searchable on google, came up. the most hilarious, and possibly the most horrifying being this...

the amount of money i would pay to see these two men standing next to each other, i know not. but i do know it's more than i currently have in my bank account.

no doubt this bigger, bolder chris martin has talents of his own. he is in fact a personal trainer. i bet he gets his clients results. or at least the number to a "black van pharmacy"...if you know what i'm saying*

*stay off the juice, kids.

back from my big fat hiatus

A hiatus (from Latin hiatus, -us, m.: gap; cf. hiare, hio, hiavi (hisco); Greek (χαίνω) έ-χαν-ον, κέχηνα; Old High German ginēn; German 'gähnen' -> "yawn") is a suspension or interruption in the intensity or amount of something.

thanks Wikipedia.

much like your favorite television shows and mine (ie: lost, gilmore girls, prison break), i have been on hiatus for several weeks. but i'm back. hopefully with more intense and revealing episodes than ever before!

so stay tuned to find out if i save my brother from the electric chair and break out of prison. or if i manage to find out if henry gale is indeed an other. or if my smart talking mother marries that diner owner....

or you could just stay tuned to find out if i keep up with writing this thing...