Mar 2009
No way sis
01/03/09 18:43
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you.
[F#m].....[A]......................................[Esus4].............[B7sus4]
Maybe the grammar is crap and the spelling a bit colloquial but these words kick off Wonderwall by Oasis and represent the high point in Britpop, 1990's rock and my evening on Friday.
Our Noel on stage with his guitar
Supported by Scottish band Glasvegas (Half Joy Division, half Big Country), Oasis this time managed to turn up and play a blinding set. No excuses from Liam this year. Last time he was in Munich he lost his front teeth during a heated discussion with two Italian 'businessmen' in the bar of the Bayerischehof Hotel. His resulting discussion with the Bavarian Police meant that there was no lead singer to stand deadpan in front of the adoring audience. Gig cancelled.
It looks like the dental work was a success and his Bavarian experience did not put him off. Standing resplendent about 5 meters in front of me, the worlds cockiest monkeyman was in fine form singing a great mix of tracks from the new album, most of the 90's classics and some tracks from, er, the other three albums that, um, didn't sell so well. And were they worth the billing from last weeks NME awards, "Best live band in the world"? God yes! The last (first) time I saw Oasis was at the massive Knebworth outdoor concert in Nineteen Ninety something along with eighty thousand other people. We were about as far from the stage as was possible and could just about make out the band in the distance. This time I could almost feel the droplets of spit land on my balding pate as young monkey Galagher spat his way through hit after hit after (non) hit and (future) hit.
Strangely, at Knebworth I was surrounded by people who all seemed to be the same as little old me. This time, I was surrounded by people who all seemed to be like I was at Knebworth. I am constantly amazed at the power of music to span time. Last week, I sang the words to Wonderwall as my anthem from the 90's at the same time a load of kids sang Wonderwall as their anthem from 2009. I think that is so cool. Twenty years and nowt has changed as they say up North.
So, today was the day that Oasis threw it back to me. I think I took a good catch and will look after it until the next time they come to Munich. Maybe then at the tender age of fifty something the kids will be thirty something thinking how amazing it is that their anthem Wonderwall is being sung by a load of teenagers who were still pooping yellow when they saw Oasis for the first time in 2009...
Bring on the Killers!
[F#m].....[A]......................................[Esus4].............[B7sus4]
Maybe the grammar is crap and the spelling a bit colloquial but these words kick off Wonderwall by Oasis and represent the high point in Britpop, 1990's rock and my evening on Friday.
Our Noel on stage with his guitar
Supported by Scottish band Glasvegas (Half Joy Division, half Big Country), Oasis this time managed to turn up and play a blinding set. No excuses from Liam this year. Last time he was in Munich he lost his front teeth during a heated discussion with two Italian 'businessmen' in the bar of the Bayerischehof Hotel. His resulting discussion with the Bavarian Police meant that there was no lead singer to stand deadpan in front of the adoring audience. Gig cancelled.
It looks like the dental work was a success and his Bavarian experience did not put him off. Standing resplendent about 5 meters in front of me, the worlds cockiest monkeyman was in fine form singing a great mix of tracks from the new album, most of the 90's classics and some tracks from, er, the other three albums that, um, didn't sell so well. And were they worth the billing from last weeks NME awards, "Best live band in the world"? God yes! The last (first) time I saw Oasis was at the massive Knebworth outdoor concert in Nineteen Ninety something along with eighty thousand other people. We were about as far from the stage as was possible and could just about make out the band in the distance. This time I could almost feel the droplets of spit land on my balding pate as young monkey Galagher spat his way through hit after hit after (non) hit and (future) hit.
Strangely, at Knebworth I was surrounded by people who all seemed to be the same as little old me. This time, I was surrounded by people who all seemed to be like I was at Knebworth. I am constantly amazed at the power of music to span time. Last week, I sang the words to Wonderwall as my anthem from the 90's at the same time a load of kids sang Wonderwall as their anthem from 2009. I think that is so cool. Twenty years and nowt has changed as they say up North.
So, today was the day that Oasis threw it back to me. I think I took a good catch and will look after it until the next time they come to Munich. Maybe then at the tender age of fifty something the kids will be thirty something thinking how amazing it is that their anthem Wonderwall is being sung by a load of teenagers who were still pooping yellow when they saw Oasis for the first time in 2009...
Bring on the Killers!