Last night, I went grocery shopping. It was late, around 11:00. I was at a self-check station, half-grumbling that there wasn’t an actual employee who could quickly zip my cart full of purchases through and bag them for me. To my surprise and enjoyment, like a placation from Fry’s, Coldplay’s Fix You came on the muzak.
I don’t care who you are, or what kind of music you like, this song is absolutely stirring and poignant and powerful. I think it is perhaps one of the best songs written in the last 10+ years. The way it unfolds… it’s the perfect example of dynamic songwriting. Add to that the story about Chris Martin writing it for his wife Gwyneth Paltrow after her beloved father died… I love the line, “I promise you I will learn from our mistakes” — and just the basic premise of the song, how a husband will unendingly try to fix the problems that their wife is having, even if the effort is in vain… It makes me hope for the long-term success of their marriage. The song touches me on about every level.
And, I defy anyone’s heart to just not pop out of your chest when that electric riff kicks in, about halfway through the song.
So, there I was, reveling in the Gift of the Muzak, and the perfection of that song. It ends… and I want to linger in the feeling.
Instead, I hear:
Baby seems we never ever agree
You like the movies
And I like T.V.
I take things serious
And you take ’em light
I go to bed early
And you party all night
Ugh. I so did not want Paula Abdul to squeak her way into my consciousness at that moment.