Thank God For Coldplay

I gotta tell ya pop pickers, it's been slim pickins out there in aggregation land: that vast, deep, netherworld, where rock nyc finds other people's hard worked and diligent research, steals it, and sticks on a snide comment.

Between Caleb being an alcoholic and Amy dieing from it, there hasn't been much out there.

But Gwynneth Paltrow and the bedwetter uber bedwetter Chris Martin have come through.

I am sure Chris is rolling over in his grave over this. He's not dead? I bet he wishes he were.

Gwynneth was interviewed by Elle Magazine, and here is explaining why she won't ask hubby for help with her singing, as stolen off contact.com: ""[He's] a musical genuis. It's like living with Picasso and being like, 'Should I make a little something-something?'"

Yeah, that must have been in Picasso's famous plank period.