I went to see Coldplay at Nissan Pavilion Friday night. Great show — I’m a Coldplay fan but I’m not a hard-core enthusiast; thus, I didn’t know what to expect from the evening. But it was really quite an amazing performance. The grand scale of it all reminded me a bit of seeing U2. And Mr. Gwyneth Paltrow — aka Chris Martin, Coldplay’s frontman — is a charismatic performer. We had great seats, and when Martin took to the audience at the end of the show I snapped this pic (as all the ladies in the house swooned):
Here’s a delightful SF Chron article from Michael Wolgelenter about various strains of Western pop music — good and bad — he’s discovered in far-flung corners of the world.
I had a similar cross-cultural sonic experience last year in a town on the rural east coast of Taiwan. I was in a bar and listened in amazement as a Taiwanese band launched into a pitch-perfect cover of Mexican rock outfit Mana’s power ballad “Corazon Espinado.” The singer even had the Spanish lyrics down. Here’s a pic of the group:
(Via World Hum.)
“Han Bennink wears wooden shoes, plays a drum kit made of cheese. Possibly the Dutchest thing ever.”
Don’t miss this touching — and hilarious — essay about “the enduring bond between Huey Lewis and the developmentally disabled.”