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Oasis misc

- I think I'm going to make that icon my designated Liam Gallagher icon. Now if I can just find one that says "We are never ever getting back together" for Noel, my Gallaghers-via-Taylor-Swift collection will be complete.

- After writing that line in my Oasis fic where Noel scathingly dismisses American football, it turns out he actually likes it. He acquired a taste for it while touring in the US. I guess it happens to musicians and hockey players alike. Anyway, I'm going to pretend that didn't happen until after the fic was set.

- I'm reading Paolo Hewitt's book Getting High: The Adventures of Oasis, which is half Gallagher biography, half travel diary of their second world tour. It's kind of a weird mix, because Hewitt keeps himself entirely out of the narrative, even the events he was presumably there for. I wish he were clearer which parts he witnessed first-hand and which parts were secondhand accounts.

Also, at first I thought this book was going to be absolutely unbearable to read, because it opens with Hewitt setting a scene in present tense, and Hewitt's present-tense, scene-setting prose is E X C R U C I A T I N G. Like, here are the first few paragraphs:

Always at it. Always. The pair of them. Noel and Liam, Liam and Noel. The Gallagher brothers. Will it ever stop, this struggle for control? Probably not. Probably never. Tonight, of course, is not exception.

It is Friday 8 September 1995, and the whole country is still sweating on [sic] an inordinately hot summer. The days of late have been sticky, unbearable even, but the nights bring a warm calming breeze.

As London slowly cools down that evening, Noel, Gallagher sits in the reception room of the Maison Rouge Studios in Fulham. Stamford Bridge, Chelsea's football ground, is a few hundred yards down the road.

On the table in front of him is a plate of Chinese food that he is eagerly digging into. The clock on the wall reads eight-thirty and there are three women sitting with Noel. They are his girlfriend, Meg Matthews, and her friends, Fran and Jess, and they too are eating.

Noel has known them all for about a year, ever since, in fact, he moved down to London and started seeing Meg. Above them the TV is on but the sound is down.

Hewitt continues at about this speed for six more pages. At one point he describes someone as "sitting on a chair that has wheels." Fortunately, he's much better in past tense, which he writes in most of the time - not great, given to sweeping generalities and a distinctly uncritical perspective of his subject matter, but at least readable.

Also, for a book purported to be about Oasis, it sure is mostly a book about Noel. Given what I've learned about Noel, both as a story-teller and as someone very concerned with controlling his own narrative (and everything else tbh), I shouldn't be surprised, but there's just not that much about Liam, as opposed to detailed accounts of Noel's entire growing up years, and there's even less about the other band members from this era. In some ways the Paul Gallagher erasure is even funnier; when they and their mother leave their father, the book declares that Noel was the man of the house now, and never says a word about Paul, who's a year and a half older. Presumably he would have earned that title first?? The book barely acknowledges his existence as a member of the family. I'm looking forward to Paul's ghostwritten book to get his perspective on all this.

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