don't believe the truth
so i watched an oasis concert.
oasis who?, i hear you say.
oh yeah, those bloody brits with a song about a superwall.
that's wonderwall, dummy!
whatever.
it wasn't anything close to stellar. in fact, the performance was sub-par and the sound system was curse-worthy. the crowd was, as expected, morbidly prim and proper. no moshing, no mass hysteria, only occasional screams and a helluva lot of posers wearing oasis shirts. liam was even not himself -- judging by how amicable he was, clapping along with the crowd after his every performance. though there was no way for me to know if it was really him because my butt was planted at least 1,000 miles away from the stage and there was no screen anywhere in the stadium for people with severe myopia like me. what a pity.
also, whoever warned you that a rock concert in singapore would be like a date with your grandmother was absolutely right. old people were everywhere. not that i have anything against the elderly. if you are 60 years old and you still pogo, then i have no problems with that. but there was this overdressed granny couple, seated in front of us, who were expecting us to refrain from making any kind of noise all throughout the concert.
wtf?
still, i'm cracking my brains trying to find an acceptable explanation of why i can't bring myself to label the concert as shite.
fine. i was an oasis fan. i used to know the lyrics of all the tracks in their (what's the story) morning glory? album by heart. i also used to believe that having an ego the size of the buckingham palace was acceptable if you had gallagher as your surname. i even used to get amused by the constant bickering between liam and noel.
liam: well, i'm supposed to be the singer.i mean, isn't it sweet when squabbling siblings involve a cricket bat in their fight or throw chairs at each other and nobody ends up dead. chair-throwing is a dangerous sport, i tell yah.
noel: well, i'm supposed to be the songwriter.
liam: well, i should be singing more.
noel: well, i should be writing more songs
liam: so are you saying that if i stop writing more songs, i can start singing more songs?
noel: well, that's pretty much what it fucking boils down to, yeah.
anyway, my love affair with the gallagher brothers just fizzled out and i stopped listening to them post be here now. noel's song-writing skills ceased to impress me and i was no longer bowled over by liam's arrogant swagger.
yet there i was at the singapore stadium last night, screaming my gut out.
maybe it was liam's unexpected cordiality (he went back onstage and did two extra songs on audience request, can you fucking believe that?) or noel singing the anthemic don't look back in anger that once again endeared the band to me. i don't know. i just felt a warm, familiar feeling well up inside me the moment the band began playing their music.
it was like a rekindled high school crush.
*photo shamelessly lifted from eyesee. just because i would need a camera with a zoom lens enough to inconvenience people three rows in front of me to take a decent photo of the band from where i was seated.