I liked the first couple of Oasis albums – the third was a giant let-down, crushing. And that was it for me, they never won me back. But I did go see them on the tour behind that shitty third album – mostly because I had a mate who was a huge fan, I think it was his first concert, he was keen to go anyway. And also because I was curious, hell – one day I hoped to write about music, part of getting that gig was going to as many of these gigs as I could. So I sprung for a ticket. And we went. And it was fucking fantastic actually. Even though there was a bit of a wait. And then they stormed off-stage. And then they came back. And then Liam was gone again, so an acoustic set from Noel.
I reckon Liam had an incredible presence – when he wasn’t, you know, being absent. He commanded your attention at that gig. He was the star. Noel might have had the talent but Liam was the star. You could see then and there that was why they resented one another, that is what they knew about each other – they needed each other for what they didn’t have themselves. And they fucking hated that.
It was a huge sound – they were far more rock and roll than I expected and really it was a good run of songs. Even if a bit short-changed.
While they were on stage they fucking owned it.
And I was glad to say I saw that – pretty much at the height of their fame too. I wasn’t enough of a fan to be upset or disappointed. I was enough of a fan to thoroughly enjoy the good bits.
I remember thinking the dust-up, the storming off, was part of an act. They were selling this gimmick to the world, capitalising on the publicity they’d had.
A friend who was working the venue told me after that the brothers had smashed up the Green Room pretty bad, done the most damage, knocked over and tossed a couple of Freedom furniture lamps or some shit, I spose…another mate had sold Liam a pair of trainers that day, got him to sign the receipt. For a while there everyone had an Oasis story. I never heard anyone else say they enjoyed the show though. It was a bit like pro-wrestling to me. A spectacle. An event. A trace-around. And mostly a pretty good time because of all that.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.