A non-linear deconstruction of Coldplay’s Yellow
It was all mellow.
Why would it be interesting to watch a man simply walking towards and singing to the camera? For four straight minutes. Especially when the man looks like a cousin of Mark Zuckerberg, just paler and pastier, if that’s even possible.
From the second the man un-hoodies himself, the video captivates. Why? Kya maloom.
The man walks on a secluded beach, night turns to day but he gets no closer to his love, the camera. Is he nocturnal? Diurnal? Most probably crepuscular. Need to confirm with Rakesh.
The sea remains sedate, mirroring the man's demeanor for the most part. No tempers, no tempests. Just a mellow fellow crooning yellow.
The sun is a star. Stars are white at night and yellow during the day. Does that mean doing suryanamaskara is the same as star gazing?
For you, I bleed myself dry. Junoon may make him spill his RBCs all around, but does the origin of the Junoon lie in the yellowness of Ishq?
There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on all the beaches in the world. But are there really?
The horizon starts blue, as does the sea. Feverishly twinkling stars dot the background. As the song and the man move ahead, a grey sky replaces the blue, bringing the pale, pasty man into focus. Something about his walk is earnest. Not arrogant, but persistent.
3:19 - The man wobbles, not in ‘nasha’ but with ‘mauj’. Soon, he lips the pum, pum, pum, pum of the riff.
3:27 - The man looks at the horizon, then at the sea, then back again. It invokes something in me, but I can’t decipher what. He slow-blinks, taking it all in, then wipes his chin.
