“How My Relationship with ‘Viva la Vida’ Has Shifted in the Wake of Recent Events”

I heard the Coldplay song “Viva la Vida” the other night in this quaint little sports bar where I was chilling. To be honest, I’d always found the song a little cheesy and just to roughly mimic in tempo and mannerism the former, mega-hit “Talk”; from their prior album. Eventually, though, as we all know, things start to get “real,” as Neil Young once said. Sitting down in the bar, listening to “Viva la Vida”; I suddenly had to acknowledge its nurturing infrastructure of femaleness, for lack of a better term, like a melodic version of Jung’s “anima,” which is the opposite-sex god with which a man’s subconscious interacts in archetypal instances. 

So Coldplay successfully converses with an anima. I don’t think this is too much to proffer, although I’m sure there are some individuals out there driven into a homicidal bout of jealousy by the obligation allowing this. I think a couple of them were in the bar the other night, actually. And typically this malady of jealousy is likely the vehicle behind criticism of this band, as they’ve now fully ingratiated themselves with the hip-hop world, collaborating with both Kanye West and Coldplay. And sure, Kanye’s beats have that gospel tenderness which could perhaps be dubbed “female,” to say nothing of Jay-Z’s playground battle raps and love affairs with cars. 

This all, also, loosely ties in with Christmas, as well. And I think when you have something fu**ed up happen to you around the holidays, it’s an extra volatile situation. One reason is that lots of people around this time are in a stressed-out state of anticipation and another is that the weather is so gloomy. Actually, here in northern Indiana, I think I counted four sunny days between December of 2022 and January 2023 combined. 

Coldplay, when they’re truly functioning (I don’t want to say “when they’re at their finest” because I still don’t put “Viva la Vida” on par with “Talk”; “The Scientist” or even “Paradise”; which represents the band’s later R&B phase, or, at least, segment in which drummer Will Champion had been listening to some Isley Brothers here and there), successfully construct an uplifting vibe which can be somewhat correspondent with Christmas. Santa Claus, himself, after all, resembles the gender-bending Buddha in his fatness, softness, approachability and generosity. And so I guess Coldplay does too. And the very presence of this nurturing element, objectively, represents the manifestation of something positive, even if the particular instance glides along with a little less flair and lyrical urgency than some of its similar predecessors.  


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