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I recently read an article about Coldplay and Chris Martin that made me think. Coldplay is, of course, the globally known, highly lucrative band that first hit it big with their single "Yellow" in 2000 and then followed that up with about a zillion other hit singles. I still get a bit overcome when I listen to the piano riff from "Clocks," a song that was inescapable in the first few years of my 20s and is mystical and poppy in equal balance. Martin was famously married to, and then consciously uncoupled from, Gwyneth Paltrow, and the whole thing had a very earnest and wholesome aura. His daughter's name is Apple; the name evokes both crunch and shine, much like Martin, much like the band.
The article's thrust was that Coldplay has become, "well, motivational," which Amanda Petrusich, the author of the piece, seems to find puzzling and, at times, corny. (Her word, not mine.) She contrasts Coldplay's straightforward motivationalism with bands like Bad Brains. The D.C. punks were able to capture an optimistic mindset in songs like "Attitude," in which they boast, at top volume and speed, of a "positive mental attitude" without losing their edge. The implication is that Bad Brains is more interesting, and maybe better.
I liked the article, and not just because it reminded me that Coldplay has been around for as long as I've been an adult, which is, quite frankly, weird. It also reminded me that our cultural conversation about happiness, positivity and art can be complicated.
When artists lean into positivity, it's easy to write that off as corny, because, you know, it often is. It comes across as unsexy. Coldplay's music evokes the starry eyes of infatuation but leaves out the primal sweat of the bedroom. In pop music, plaintiveness adds vinegar; yearning adds nettles; sexual aggression adds spice. These ingredients can be present in the musicality, like with Bad Brains, or in the lyrics, as in Taylor Swift's depresso-pop song "I Can Do It With A Broken Heart." Without those elements, music can become too sweet; some of the best pop songs are the saddest fucking thing you've ever heard in your life, sung over a glittery synth line. I don't dispute this. I'm dancing—and crying—alongside everyone else.
But we live in a tough world. The planet is warming, wealth inequality is real and growing, food and housing have become precarious for millions of people, and pop music is getting categorically sadder. Do we not, as listeners, deserve the option to escape into Chris Martin's Rumi-inflected cheer-up songs about love, possibility, and our place in the universe? For me, this conversation is also about when Beastie Boys got heavily into
Buddhism: while developing a more cosmic understanding of
themselves, they didn't sacrifice funkiness or style. Or Paul
Simon, whose 2008 song "Love is Eternal Sacred Light" is written from
the perspective of a playful God who wants nothing more than to go on a
road trip. In fact, much of Simon's catalog could be filed under "optimism pop."
There's an critical implication that music that centres joy, or positivity, is somehow less worthy or serious that music grappling with darkness. I...reject this. I hate this posture. For me, there is nothing edgy about being on edge all the time. It is so easy to slip towards depression and to find media that reinforces that mindset, ending up in a sucking eddy of shitty feelings. I've seen it happen.
It can feel radical to lean into joy, connection, spiritual lift, community, and a sense of positive possibility. Coldplay music is but one avenue for this: for every Game of Thrones, we need a Ted Lasso. For every Thirteen, we need a 13 Going On 30. Our lives can't only be vinegar, nettles, spice. Deliciousness is in the balance.
I will never go see a Coldplay show—I'm nowhere near that level of fan—but I do admire the approach. Martin seems to take his job as mood-lifter and world-improver seriously. While he's still a musician and performer, he's also an avatar of possibility. If it's trite, well, then, so be it: things are allowed to be trite. We can like them anyway.
We live in a world where everything signifies something: there is nothing without political implication or cultural weight. I follow poetry accounts on Instagram and read articles about the meaning of Barack Obama's pants. It's nice when I can turn my brain off. It would probably offend Chris Martin to hear that his music is a bit of a respite from the constant thinking we're all doing, but I mean it as a compliment. We all deserve an escape, even for just a few minutes—say, the length of a pop song. Coldplay's music, and other optimism pop, is interesting without being a bummer, the lyrics are generally life-affirming, and the stance seems to be "this place could be beautiful, right?" Come with us, the music says, we can be different, for a while. If we want to be.