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ques about a Coldplay article
I was just reading this article and it's hard to understand because of the translation.Who is the woman that wrote the article.I cant figure out what her job is... Sorry it's so long
The strangers nights of Coldplay in Chile with Saiko
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Night one: the tattoos of the coincidence
For ten days back that have said to me that with Saiko we will touch in the same scene where it will be Coldplay in Chile. I have already taken measures to correct my terrible English and my friend Mariana Bruce will be the interpreter between my favorite band and this distressed servant. The previous days to the concert all tour around D-day new poleras make, Red Luciano (guitarist and brain of the band) fixes the low ones of the digital recorder, that has accompanied us faithfully from ours first days. Another great companion is Parachutes, the first disc of Coldplay, that sounded untiringly per years like opening of our presentations live.
But now we are in the present. In this first show of Coldplay, that starts off early for all, we will be the teloneros and the test of sound is not made hope. From the first moment collection the good treatment and respect of the staff that accompanies the British band. Our attitude is always of humility. But we are surprised with its amiable answer. We finished to the test occupying the table of digital sound of Coldplay, which simply I cannot believe. In years to share scenes with other bands, no other people’s technician had offered to me to occupy a better system, only of “good wave”.
It is left little to know close by the Coldplay and to only he separates Jakie us, one tipa of a meter eighty, afro-blond, carves XL. She is the owner of the area demarcated for the English musicians. Jakie takes a walk impatient until the entrance of a patrol of customs officers that advances the triunfal entrance of my musical colleagues. Timidly I shelter to me in my square meter and I wait for with nervousness the first encounter. Of here to the last together hours, everything is a dream.
After the first recital, I had a great first frente.a.frente with Chris Martin, leader of Coldplay. It went to my encounter, made a reverence, he was crouched until my hand and he kissed it thanking for my presence on its tour. That I cannot remove to me from the head. Either the great coincidence that united to us. Martin has tattooed in his wrists the initials of his two children: one To de Apple and an M of Moses. It paid attention that I also had tattooed the same letters. To de Antonia and M of Marisol, my daughters.
Between the things that we spoke it was very clear that Chris Martin was worried about the education of its children. Half of the time, told us, the children move between New York and London next to Gwyneth Paltrow and. He asked to me how I with my daughters did, being a rockera. The human side was crucial for him. I told him that it raised single to my children and who in addition I was recording my solista disc.
There was subject in common. But the fatigue won to us. These cabros are healthy. Nothing of carting hard as one could hope. They prefer the familiar life or to play pichangas. Since they did the second day of recital. We were in eating tomorrow.
Night two: the son of the President
Wide-awake and they are there: the flowers, champagne and the card of welcome to tour of Coldplay. I have left clear that this is not is not a dream. As either a second encounter with the English band. There are always some who they love to remove benefit from everything to its step, and minutes before going again to the scene I listen to people of the seal is hung of the visit of my only guest, Sebastián Dávalos. Yes, the son of Michelle Bachelet. He bothers to me that they want to turn an informal visit a protocolic visit.
With Sebastián we watched the concert together from the table of lights. I know that it does not like anything the music of the English and that it is here only for pelar that neither U2, nor Shakira, nor Coldplay are worth the pain the high price of the entrances. But it loses its bet and before it finishes explaining the good thing to me of the show, they appear two guards who invite it to enter to salute to the band. We watched ourselves and we walked with a little shame until the table where it eats Chris Martin. We do not want it to interrupt, but already it is too much late. The presence of the son of the President of Chile has announced him.
Chris is of the good humor. Like always. It asks to him Sebastián if also he is musical. It responds to him that yes, but who is something remote of those combat. Chris asks to him where it works and Sebastián responds to him that in the Chancellery. “Good work if you use those aros'’, says the English, to that does not go away a detail to him. The English is found out international policy well and speaks with Sebastián of Asia and comments the Free Trade Agreement with China.
While they speak I observe the circle that surrounds to us: people who have never done nothing by Chilean music and who at the moment inflate itself of pride when embracing to me in the presence of her profitable product. I prefer to go and to leave the meeting to me with pending Coldplay for the third day. I am uncomfortable and in addition I must leave starting with destiny to the underground recording studio, where they hope me to continue with the recording of my solista disc.
Night three: it is spoken Spanish
The last day nobody gets angry. Jakie smiles to us of distant spot and the test of rigor no longer is necessary. To not being because my throat does not respond as usual, all affluent march. It causes sorrow to me not to be able to accept a new invitation of Chris to eat after the show. We are leaving to another presentation outside Santiago. But my daughters Antonia and Marisol already have arrived and the face of the singer changes radically. Now he is the Chris uncle.
Antonia sings to him and Marisol watches and coqueta. It runs by popcorn for them. I say to him that I do not feel very well and who I am going away to fix to go to scene. One worries and he offers aid to me. Strange Chris to its family. Speech followed by cellular with its woman, Gwyneth Paltrow, that is to the other side of the world. It speaks of her with admiration, enamored. But it is rare to listen to it as if it was the most normal Earth person and not… Gwyneth Paltrow! But thus they are they, simple. Gwyneth speaks a flowed Spanish, counts Chris. Her woman lived many years in Madrid and she teaches some words to them in Castilian to her sprouts. In one of the moments after borders, Chris was made an outburst of laughter human and with the cellular one in the ear, it deals to him to repeat to Gwyneth, the expert in nearer Spanish of his circle, the graceful thing that sounds the cachaí chilenismo ‘.
Gwyneth does not understand nor Chris either. Although, that yes, the vocalista occurred the annoyance to practice a little Spanish to present/display show in the last to us he himself. “Ladies and horsemen, my favorite band in Chile: Saiko “. He is the latest that I reached to listen before the deafening recibimiento of an euphoric public in the third night of recital. For Chris the language was not a problem. It played with my daughters and it was let understand of rather while they sang “Yellow to him” in an English of game: “auchumflin, auchumflin yellow”.
I must fly to Petorca with Saiko. I do not feel well. Resfrío, fatigue. And one notices to me: Chris watches with respect and to raise the spirit to me it confesses to me that also he is ill, but of the stomach! Because of the seafood and the watermelon at midnight of the previous day. It does not want to offend the cordiality of our country, and the anecdote is reserved to make me laugh with its constant goings to the bath.
Childbirth in a bus that contrasts with glamour of Riesco Space, while my daughters remain playing with their new uncle. Marisol sticks stikers to him in the forehead to Chris and it accepts happy with the asseveration of my first-born that sees cool. Antonia takes leave without characteristics of its customary pain when it sees start off me once again, and does ciao with its manito. Martin takes between hers saying that he is equal to the one of Apple, that fulfills the age of my daughter, soon, in a moment, and whom already he yearns for to return to see. Another coincidence which now that passes the hours in the Fifth Region, I will not forget in my life.