The Interior Life of Noel Gallagher: A Speculative History

Noel noticed one day that the pavement and the sky were almost the same colour, though he wasn't sure what he thought about this.

― nakhchivan, Saturday, 4 September 2010 19:47 (2 years ago) Permalink

'Fuckin rats!' exclaimed Noel as a raven defouled his lawn below. Momentarily cognizant that the creature was not rodentine, he returned to masturbating, wondering if age and substance abuse might be sapping his hitherto quick mind.

― nakhchivan, Saturday, 4 September 2010 19:49 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel considered for the first time that Shaun Wright-Philips might not appreciate the hair-tousling gesture he had made to the diminuitive winger on each of the previous three or four times they had met, but could not find sufficient resolve to refrain in future.

― nakhchivan, Saturday, 4 September 2010 19:50 (2 years ago) Permalink

You're a curious individual, nakhchivan.

Reminds me of this Quietus piece - what next for Britpop's most conspicuous underachiever?. Only time I can recall seeing the guy since was him talking about his friendship with del Piero during the world cup.

― Ismael Klata, Saturday, 4 September 2010 20:16 (2 years ago) Permalink

Contemplating Alessandro del Piero's seemingly endless but consistenly declining career after that brief period in the mid-late 90s where he, Ronaldo and Totti were thought to augur in an epoch of splendour (since lost to drugs, corruption, canolis and dysphoria), Noel wondered how they could be friends with so little in common.

― nakhchivan, Saturday, 4 September 2010 20:39 (2 years ago) Permalink

hahaha

― Ismael Klata, Saturday, 4 September 2010 20:47 (2 years ago) Permalink

Paralysed by an inability to decide whether or not to go outside, and haunted by the suspicion that the ravens could see into the deepest abyss of his soul, Noel sat in the dark for some four hours until he could feel naught but the tepid slurry of molten ice cream and the cloying warmth of involuntary micturition.

― nakhchivan, Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:38 (2 years ago) Permalink

This is very funny and could potentially be a great book.

― Les centimètres énigmatiques (snoball), Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:44 (2 years ago) Permalink

can we get edward gorey to illustrate it

oh fuk hes dead

― (e_3) (Edward III), Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:48 (2 years ago) Permalink

"That were rubbish" thought Noel, pondering a TV show from 1991. "Rubbish", he repeated in his mind, wishing a reporter had been present to catch his display of colloquial sincerity. "Rubbish!"

― I see what this is (Local Garda), Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:49 (2 years ago) Permalink

"That were good that!" thought Noel, pondering an advertisement from 1987. "That were good!".

― I see what this is (Local Garda), Thursday, 9 September 2010 17:50 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel was drinking undiluted lime cordial with two former members of Northern Uproar in a swanky private members club when he realized that every word uttered in that venue was a thinly disguised reference to the furtive insufflation of cocaine. Then he realized he was also on coke.

― nakhchivan, Thursday, 9 September 2010 20:44 (2 years ago) Permalink

reads like the weirdest of 'YOU have the adventure' books tbh

where's the post that started all this? that was classic, sorry that were good

― k¸ (darraghmac), Thursday, 9 September 2010 22:28 (2 years ago) Permalink

Was/Is Morrissey Racist?

Not really the thread for it, but I periodically see Noel wandering about, in fact to the extent that he's started to recognise me (not in any head-nodding sort of way, but in a sort of glance of suspicious recognition - it must be hell being famous in some ways). Whenever I see him, he's just mooching about, wandering the streets with the comportment of a man who has absolutely nothing to do, never with anyone, never exuding any purpose, looking down side streets with equal uninterest, extensively studying shelves in the supermarket with a sort of desultory indifference, that sort of thing, a portrait of velleity, of volition in its lowest form.

― GamalielRatsey, Saturday, September 4, 2010 11:02 AM (5 days ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

― portrait of velleity (woof), Thursday, 9 September 2010 22:42 (2 years ago) Permalink

right good, that

― k¸ (darraghmac), Thursday, 9 September 2010 22:48 (2 years ago) Permalink

was told tonight of a tribute band farrago which wound up with the tribute Noel Gallagher having a brawl with the tribute Stone Roses manager

frankly emblematic of his entire mien

― acoleuthic, Thursday, 9 September 2010 23:42 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel shuffled to the door in his towelling robe to receive a promotional copy of The Independent's new condensed edition. 'It's a top idea to have a paper for clever people who can't be arsed to spend hours reading every day', thought Noel to himself before throwing it to the floor and returning to his greenhouse.

― nakhchivan, Monday, 25 October 2010 13:06 (2 years ago) Permalink

<3 this thread

― BIG MUFFIN (gbx), Monday, 25 October 2010 13:15 (2 years ago) Permalink

"Chard, what the fuck is chard," thought Noel, discarding the cookery book. "Chard? I'll not have that. Fucking nonsense is what it is," he said to himself, laughing at the very idea. "Fucking chard," he repeated, mentally. "I love the Rolling Stones," he thought. "Love them."

― I see what this is (Local Garda), Monday, 25 October 2010 16:14 (2 years ago) Permalink

"James May. James fookin May." Noel reached for the remote. "James fookin Gay more like."

'I should write these things down,' he thought. He flicked onto Dave +1, then UK Living. "Fookin channels have all got adverts on at the same time. Fookin joke is what it is Bonehead," he called out to the other room. He looked over his shoulder and rubbed the back of his head. It were quiet round here these days.

― Ismael Klata, Monday, 25 October 2010 17:49 (2 years ago) Permalink

This should really be a 33 1/3 book imo

― macaroni rascal (polyphonic), Monday, 25 October 2010 17:52 (2 years ago) Permalink

more of these!

― NI, Friday, 29 October 2010 11:20 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel gazed admiringly upon the full-length portrait of Lennon hanging on his landing. "Top man," he thought. "Toppest man. You didn't need any of them cunts."

He headed downstairs to check on the progress of his microwave lasagna. On the way, he tried to remember which day of the week it was. Tuesday or Thursday? It was definitely one of the tees, he was sure. "Bollocks to it," he eventually decided. "They're all the basically the same."

― Pheeel, Saturday, 30 October 2010 15:48 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel walked slowly down the hall, as fast, if not faster, than a cannonball. This combination of sloth and velocity had a vertiginous effect upon him, and he decided it was time for a sit-down. He plonked himself upon his beanbag shaped like Noddy Holder's hat, which he had acquired at no small cost from the finest novelty recliner merchant in the Midlands.

Drowsy now, his eyelids flickered and the hideous image of that cunt Damon resolved itself from the psycadelic stew in his mind. Grinning, always grinning. "Fooking cartoon bands" he murmered. "That southern wankstain don't have the monopoly on fooking cartoon bands." Suddenly alert and upright, he fumbled for a pen and paper. "Wonder what the fella who draws the Tetley tea ads is up to these days?" Another solid gold brainwave for Noely G.

― A brownish area with points (chap), Saturday, 30 October 2010 16:00 (2 years ago) Permalink

Cant decide which tunet o play in Beatles rock band...maybe I should have spent the extra 15 quid to get the wireless guitar...

― calstars, Saturday, 30 October 2010 18:52 (2 years ago) Permalink

Since being sent to Siberia for his crimes against the state, his piano seized by representatives from the Party, which had monitored him for years and then had come one freezing night in the ruins of his manor house, Noel had begun to compose his music in his head. Harsh, unrelenting music that cursed his persecutors. It seemed as though the angrier became, the more the music seemed to come to Noel as though from some eternal, mystical source.

― jeevves, Tuesday, 2 November 2010 14:36 (2 years ago) Permalink

Sure, the workers had failed. They would fail again, Noel thought. They would never succeed. Was his life now to peter out in this barren hell hole? "Fuck no," he thought. But who was left to carry on the fight? Bonehead, Bobby Gillespie, the singer from Proud Mary, and Kasabian, all silenced as they tried to make the people see what they would never see, what they did not want to see. Perhaps it was futile. All that was left now was their art. Nothing could take that away. "That were good, that," Noel told himself, "That were good."

― I see what this is (Local Garda), Tuesday, 2 November 2010 14:41 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel felt at times, as the chief songwriter of Oasis, like he was competing, secretly, with his idol, Walter Benjamin; Noel felt that he was creating his own "Arcades Project," as it were, in musical form. He sometimes imagined an afterlife not unlike that described by Socrates, in which he could converse with Benjamin, and in these moments Noel let out a merry chuckle. This was in the period before Noel drank himself into madness with Tincture of Opium.

― jeevves, Tuesday, 2 November 2010 15:03 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel found himself watching the contents of an upturned can of Tuborg disappear into the plush carpet of an unused guest bedroom. He was unable to determine why he had done this, but it was the fourteenth such can he had spilt in a similar fashion and the insensate obliquity of the event was affirmed by the gentle sobbing of a Latvian domestic in the corridor, thereafter ebbing away as she resumed tending to Noel's growing collection of obese cane rats.

― Terminal Boredoms (nakhchivan), Tuesday, 2 November 2010 23:46 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel looked at the ancient structure towering over him, his rheumatic, sunburned eyes becoming moist with tears. Had his colleagues thought it an idle boast that he would find the lost library of Alexandria?

― jeevves, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 00:58 (2 years ago) Permalink

one of you two isn't doing it right

― BIG MUFFIN (gbx), Wednesday, 3 November 2010 01:36 (2 years ago) Permalink

they both cool with me.

(sorry, will retry:)

― Mark G, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 09:25 (2 years ago) Permalink

give a shit. (looks the other way)

― Mark G, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 09:25 (2 years ago) Permalink

proper out loud laugh at Bonehead, Bobby Gillespie, the singer from Proud Mary, and Kasabian, all silenced

― NI, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 10:56 (2 years ago) Permalink

One morning Noel came out of the oak tree that he lived in, his small frame fitting neatly through the little one meter high door, above which a makeshift sign read, "Noel's House." "Fookin' hell," said Noel, as he made his way into the forest to collect his day's supply of raspberries, which happened to be only one raspberry because of the Lilliputian dimensions of Noel's stomach. Yes, a raspberry was a veritable feast for Noel and as he made his way back to his oak tree house he was unfortunately squashed by a passing rustic.

― jeevves, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 11:19 (2 years ago) Permalink

^^brilliant

― I see what this is (Local Garda), Wednesday, 3 November 2010 11:24 (2 years ago) Permalink

A train passed by somewhere in the distance. You could hear children coming home from school, a lawnmower sounded from somewhere nearby. "It'll be winter before we know it," thought Noel, as examined his guitar, that had served him so well over the years. He looked at the battered wood, and his name written on the back, "NOEL." "NOEL" he said to himself slowly, examining the guitar, "NOEL". "NOEL." "NOEL". He heard a noise behind him and turned around with a fright. "Mr Gallagher, who are you talking to?" "NOEL", he repeated. "Mr Gallagher!?". "NOEL!" he slowly said again. "Okay Mr Gallagher that's enough excitement for you today, let's get you back to bed, but not before we clean up all that Tuborg you spilled, now would you like a pork pie or an bacon roll for your dinner Mr Gallagher? Mr Gallagher????"

"NOEL"

― I see what this is (Local Garda), Wednesday, 3 November 2010 11:30 (2 years ago) Permalink

...the insensate obliquity of spilled Tuborg....

― m0stlyClean, Wednesday, 3 November 2010 17:31 (2 years ago) Permalink

"On occasion, this seems like the dream, but I have not yet awakened," mused Noel to himself. "Where the fook did that come from?" he thought. "Goin' soft in the ed mate." Suddenly it occurred to him he'd been standing on his back patio unmoving for a whole twenty minutes. And he'd forgotten to put his trousers on.

― Pheeel, Thursday, 4 November 2010 14:42 (2 years ago) Permalink

Cristiano Ronaldo lost the ball again and promptly dived to the ground. 'Never a penalty that,' thought Noel. He went into the kitchen and came back with a cup of tea.

"Tell you what," he announced to the room, "that Ronaldo's a puff. Football's a game for puffs. Rugby, that's a game for big hard bastards, played by big hard bastards and all. Oscar Wilde said that, or someone like that."

Jim Rosenthal was talking on the telly. Noel blew on his tea. 'Not Georgi Kinkladze though,' he thought. 'He were good.'

― Ismael Klata, Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:36 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel's watching the X Factor, "what a bunch of talentless fuckers", he thinks. Next week they're singing Elton John songs, "I hate that fat poof." Noel, idly picks up his battered accoustic and strums, "Still it'd be top if someone did one of my songs, maybe that Matt lad could do Wonderwall."

― State Attorney Foxhart Cubycheck (Billy Dods), Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:47 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel was pretending channel surf; going up and down, he'd stop at Strictly. It was odd to look at Patsy again; something between a worry and a longing was scratching at him. He wished someone were here. He'd like to make a joke about her.

Who liked him?

― portrait of velleity (woof), Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:52 (2 years ago) Permalink

(wrong bruv)

― Mark G, Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:55 (2 years ago) Permalink

(nah, I wanted him deliberately thinking about his brother's wife. shoulda made it clearer)

― portrait of velleity (woof), Thursday, 4 November 2010 16:59 (2 years ago) Permalink

(fairenuf)

― Mark G, Thursday, 4 November 2010 17:01 (2 years ago) Permalink

love this thread

― decent skinsmanship (Michael B), Thursday, 4 November 2010 17:35 (2 years ago) Permalink

Noel's brother Paul was in town for the evening and they were planning to meet for a couple of pints. Noel put on his leather jacket, then took it off and put on his brown suede leather jacket. He looked in the mirror and put the collar up. Then he put it down again.

He sat down at the computer and logged onto national rail enquiries. He checked the times to Manchester - 2100, 2140, 2200. Paul probably wouldn't want to pop round to the flat. Probably wouldn't have time to either. Still...

Noel opened the wardrobe, took out a pile of LPs, and carried them into the living room. He stacked them on the sideboard. Revolver was at the front. 'Too obvious,' he thought, and swapped it for Beatles For Sale. Then he had an idea. He went back to the wardrobe, reached to the back, and took out Standing On The Verge Of Getting It On. He took off the cellophane and placed it at the front of the pile.

He stepped back. 'Yeah!' he thought. Then he went out.

Five minutes later, the front door opened and Noel came in. He went into the lounge and flicked through the LPs until he found what he was looking for. He lifted out Definitely Maybe and put it at the front. "Alright", he said, and nodded.

― Ismael Klata, Thursday, 4 November 2010 19:23 (2 years ago) Permalink

this is the 2010 equivalent of GARU G in ilx lolstakes, would make a brilliant comic strip. the concept itself is endlessly fascinating. trying to think of other cultural/music post-peak-of-fame skits but all i'm coming up with is that vic & bob slade house sketch. the sheer tedium & pathos of the noel g episodes are what make them so poignant

― NI, Thursday, 4 November 2010 20:11 (2 years ago) Permalink

When the great grandfather clock in Noel's chambers struck three, the fire in the grate was blown out by what seemed to be a great gust of wind down the chimney, and the chambers were left in darkness except for a few candles and a thin moonlight that cast itself through one of the tall windows plastered with rain and fallen leaves nearly obscured by thick crimson drapes. Now Noel heard the sound of footsteps on the grand staircase and his blood turned to ice. Were the footsteps real? Each day Noel had tried to convince himself that the previous night's phantasies were just that. By now he could not remember which had come first: the insomnia, the opium use, or the ghost that manifested itself at the top of the great hall and then disappearing once seen.

With great apprehension Noel tucked his hammer pants into his boots and tentatively made his way into the hallway...

― jeevves, Friday, 5 November 2010 16:43 (2 years ago) Permalink

Garu G as a comic strip? Picture a grandmother's flange....

― Mark G, Friday, 5 November 2010 16:45 (2 years ago) Permalink

Still nowhere near on-point if it was Liam

― Master of Treacle, Sunday, 25 November 2012 04:53 (5 months ago) Permalink

Noel Gallagher criticises Muse drummer for smoking an electronic cigarette

"There are no characters left in the music business. When we first started going there was a healthy percentage of people, and we were all dirt-kickers from council estates, and we all couldn’t believe our luck that we were at the Brits. You go in now and everybody is a careerist. It’s very corporate, and you know what I’ve actually seen people doing at the Brits? Eating. I saw the drummer from Muse smoking an electronic cigarette. A cigarette with a battery in. I had to say to him: ‘Really? Really? Is that where you are at? Do me a favour mate, either have a proper one outside, or don’t have one.’ It lit up green when he had a drag of it. Nonsense. He said that immortal line – ‘Oh you know how it is mate’. And I said ‘I’m sorry mate, I actually don’t.’

Gallagher continued his outspoken views on the ceremony, calling the night "instantly forgettable" and rallying against young people who wear hats.

― TechYes, Saturday, 9 March 2013 18:34 (2 months ago) Permalink

rallying against young people who wear hats.

― u r the best magician ever. my bad levitate me pls (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Saturday, 9 March 2013 18:37 (2 months ago) Permalink

"Is it rock ‘n’ roll to be two hours late? It depends on what he was doing in those two hours. Was he snorting coke off prostitutes? Or was he playing bridge? That’s not very rock'n'roll, is it? My cat sounds more rock ’n’ roll that that"

he made something up and then immediately went on as if it were a fact, that's our noel.

― hot young stalin (Merdeyeux), Saturday, 9 March 2013 18:44 (2 months ago) Permalink

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― Nilmar Honorato da Silva, Saturday, 9 March 2013 18:54 (2 months ago) Permalink

nuthin' more rock'n'roll than hanging out w/prostitutes this is true.

― The @glennbeck have raisin b-lls and rice crispy d-ck (stevie), Sunday, 10 March 2013 00:48 (2 months ago) Permalink

Every time I read a quote from this guy, I instantly want to go and listen to his music, because some part of me goes, "He's a fucking maniac genius! Now I must dive neck-deep into his catalog!" Fortunately, it wears off before I actually fire up Spotify.

Same thing happens when I read a quote from Mark E. Smith. Except in the case of Smith, it led to an actual CD purchase once.

― 誤訳侮辱, Sunday, 10 March 2013 04:19 (2 months ago) Permalink

Well, that's the lay of the land..

― Mark G, Sunday, 10 March 2013 06:06 (2 months ago) Permalink

i know this is liam, but god... just look at him.

― Tioc Norris (LocalGarda), Tuesday, 12 March 2013 09:46 (2 months ago) Permalink

actually looks like a muppet, and i don't mean that as the common pejorative.

― Tioc Norris (LocalGarda), Tuesday, 12 March 2013 09:46 (2 months ago) Permalink

you mean as in "The Cookie Monster" or "Oscar"

― Mark G, Tuesday, 12 March 2013 10:56 (2 months ago) Permalink

this is the muppet who's got the right eyebrows for the job

― some dude, Tuesday, 12 March 2013 11:00 (2 months ago) Permalink

Gallagher continued his outspoken views on the ceremony, calling the night "instantly forgettable" while still somehow managing to recite a list of perceived offences against rock'n'roll he committed to memory at the event.

― bizarro gazzara, Tuesday, 12 March 2013 11:01 (2 months ago) Permalink

‘Really? Really? Is that where you are at? Do me a favour mate, either have a proper one outside, or don’t have one.’ It lit up green when he had a drag of it. Nonsense. He said that immortal line – ‘Oh you know how it is mate’. And I said ‘I’m sorry mate, I actually don’t.’

Bullying Muse about e-cigarrettes is p awesome

Oasis def top 5 interview bands of all time but I don't really dig their music

― u r the best magician ever. my bad levitate me pls (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Tuesday, 12 March 2013 14:05 (2 months ago) Permalink

rallying against young people who wear hats

I can't argue with that.

― rallying against young people who wear hats (Nicole), Tuesday, 12 March 2013 14:10 (2 months ago) Permalink

In time he will be acknowledged

― gubba hoy hoy (darraghmac), Tuesday, 12 March 2013 14:32 (2 months ago) Permalink

don't mean to be all NME grammar police but shurely he was "railing against young people who wear hats"

― Neil S, Tuesday, 12 March 2013 14:35 (2 months ago) Permalink

Maybe he was trying to put together an army of his peers to defeat the feckless be-hatted youth.

― rallying against young people who wear hats (Nicole), Tuesday, 12 March 2013 19:39 (2 months ago) Permalink

Or perhaps he was engaging in an off-road motor racing contest against teenage millinery enthusiasts.

― bizarro gazzara, Tuesday, 12 March 2013 20:38 (2 months ago) Permalink

Or planning an Occupy event at a haberdashery.

― rallying against young people who wear hats (Nicole), Tuesday, 12 March 2013 20:56 (2 months ago) Permalink

I believe he was recovering from an earlier attack from the behatted youths

― gubba hoy hoy (darraghmac), Tuesday, 12 March 2013 23:17 (2 months ago) Permalink

http://www.nme.com/news/noel-gallagher/69195?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=blur50

Gallagher, standing in for The Who's Roger Daltrey, has curated a week of huge shows at the London venue, including headline appearances from Kasabian, Paul Weller, Primal Scream and Noel himself. Speaking to Shortlist about how he arranged the all-star bill, Gallagher said that he had spoken to artists personally backstage at festivals during the summer of 2012 and had verbal agreements from lots of artists who subsequently "wriggled out" of appearing.

"I'd talk to Ed Sheeran and Mumford And Sons thinking, 'I'll just do the fucking seven nights myself, what the fuck am I asking these people for?' and I got turned down a lot. Everybody says yes to your face. Everybody. And then the agent will call, and their management will call and then their PR will call and say, 'Ah, they're going to be in Australia at the time.' Really? Well they never said that to me. What's interesting is all the working class bands said yes straight off the bat, no fucking inkling of when it was. The middle class bands said yes and wriggled out of it. I dunno what that means, but it must mean something. It was an interesting summer. But I will say, if the people that blew me off but said they'll do it next year actually do it, it might be the greatest event since Woodstock.

it must mean something.

― Tioc Norris (LocalGarda), Thursday, 14 March 2013 13:31 (2 months ago) Permalink

"working class bands"

― Neil S, Thursday, 14 March 2013 14:07 (2 months ago) Permalink

that horny-handed son of toil Bobby Gillespie

― Neil S, Thursday, 14 March 2013 14:08 (2 months ago) Permalink

one out of three ain't bad

― Another turning point, a stork fuck in the road (ledge), Thursday, 14 March 2013 14:10 (2 months ago) Permalink

Kasabian, Paul Weller and Primal Scream? How did Noel think of asking them?

― poking pocong (Noodle Vague), Thursday, 14 March 2013 14:11 (2 months ago) Permalink

next he'll be saying he's keen on the Beatles!

― Neil S, Thursday, 14 March 2013 14:12 (2 months ago) Permalink

"But I will say, if (Ed Sheeran and Mumford And Sons) actually do it, it might be the greatest event since Woodstock."

― Mark G, Thursday, 14 March 2013 14:32 (2 months ago) Permalink

Led Zep and the Beatles were the Ed Sheerans and Mumfords of Woodstock

Cancelled Acts
Jeff Beck Group (The band broke up in July, forcing cancellation)
Iron Butterfly (Stuck at the airport, their manager demanded helicopters and special arrangements just for them. Were wired back and told, as impolitely as Western Union would allow, "to get lost", but in other 'words'.)
Joni Mitchell (Joni's agent put her on "The Dick Cavett Show" instead)
Lighthouse (Feared that it would be a "bad scene".)
Ethan Brown (Arrested for LSD three days before the event.)

Declined Invitations
The Beatles (John Lennon said he couldn't get them together)
Led Zeppelin (Got a higher paying gig at the Asbury Park Convention Hall in New Jersey that weekend)
Bob Dylan (Turned it down because of his disgust of the hippies hanging around his house)
The Byrds (Turned it down because of a melee during their performance at the first Atlanta International Pop Festival, held at the Atlanta International Raceway on July 4 and July 5, 1969)
Tommy James & the Shondells (Turned it down because of being misinformed about the size and scope of the event)
Jethro Tull (Turned it down because they thought it wouldn't be a big deal.)
The Moody Blues were included in the original posters as performers, but backed out after taking a gig in Paris on the same weekend.
Spirit (they had other shows planned and did not want to back out of their commitments; not knowing how big that Woodstock would ultimately become)
Mind Garage (Declined because they thought it wouldn't be a big deal and had a higher paying gig elsewhere)

― Habemus mundissimo ostentus nomen (onimo), Thursday, 14 March 2013 14:38 (2 months ago) Permalink

who is ethan brown?

― m0stlyClean, Thursday, 14 March 2013 14:58 (2 months ago) Permalink

Ethan Brown was a solo guitarist highly admired by the 'hippie' youth, but he was arrested three days before the festival on LSD related charges. He is known best for his earlier childhood friendship with The Doors piano player, Ray Manzarek.

― Habemus mundissimo ostentus nomen (onimo), Thursday, 14 March 2013 15:03 (2 months ago) Permalink

huh. thanks. nothing on allmusic.... did he ever record?

― m0stlyClean, Thursday, 14 March 2013 15:15 (2 months ago) Permalink

No idea - any search for him brings up the same couple of sentences being repeated on lots of websites. Maybe if he hadn't dropped that acid tab he'd be a household name.

― Habemus mundissimo ostentus nomen (onimo), Thursday, 14 March 2013 15:22 (2 months ago) Permalink

iirc noel referred to robbie williams as a fat karaoke singer from stoke, but every word out his mouth is a jewel so the details hardly matter

― mister borges (darraghmac), Saturday, 23 March 2013 19:06 (1 month ago) Permalink

robbie williams as a fat karaoke singer from stoke

Lol
I know ppl that live in the uk have a lot of oasis baggage, but trust me if you live in the u.s. where they are no better remembered than like semisonic or gin blossoms these dudes are super hilarious and I wish they did interviews every day

― ums (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Saturday, 23 March 2013 23:35 (1 month ago) Permalink

So do they.

― bizarro gazzara, Sunday, 24 March 2013 01:18 (1 month ago) Permalink

This stuff writes itself!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-21916688

Former Britpop rivals Noel Gallagher and Damon Albarn have buried the hatchet and performed together at a charity concert.

Oasis guitarist Gallagher joined Blur singer Albarn and his bandmate Graham Coxon at a Teenage Cancer Trust gig at the Royal Albert Hall in London.

Paul Weller completed the supergroup, who performed Blur's 1999 track Tender.

Oasis and Blur were famously engaged in a feud in the mid-1990s as the biggest bands of the Britpop era.

Noel Gallagher caused controversy when he said in 1995 that he hoped Albarn and Blur bassist Alex James would "catch Aids and die".

But Gallagher and Albarn have recently made peace. They shared a table at this year's Brit Awards, with Gallagher later saying they bonded over a dislike of boy band One Direction.

― Neil S, Sunday, 24 March 2013 18:39 (1 month ago) Permalink

Ha ha ha these fuckin guys

― ums (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Monday, 25 March 2013 00:52 (1 month ago) Permalink

And I said ‘I’m sorry mate, I actually don’t.’

can vividly picture noel saying this. every expression - one eyebrow raised as he says 'sorry mate', flicker of a smirk round the edges of his mouth as he says 'don't'. eyes darting about, waiting expectantly for peals of laughter at yet another classic no-nonsense wit-drenched bon mot from the big noelly g

― NI, Monday, 25 March 2013 00:57 (1 month ago) Permalink

not on topic but it is depressing as sin how noel has taken on the role of 'voice of the working class' when he's the ultimate NIMBY small c conservative. same goes for the enemy et al

― NI, Monday, 25 March 2013 00:59 (1 month ago) Permalink

I know ppl that live in the uk have a lot of oasis baggage, but trust me if you live in the u.s. where they are no better remembered than like semisonic or gin blossoms these dudes are super hilarious and I wish they did interviews every day

― ums (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Saturday, March 23, 2013 7:35 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark

otm

― turds (Hungry4Ass), Monday, 25 March 2013 01:14 (1 month ago) Permalink

lol at the thought of nimby small c conservative not being the voice of the working class

― mister borges (darraghmac), Monday, 25 March 2013 10:02 (1 month ago) Permalink

um ok. (is this more of that fabled darragh banter?)

― NI, Monday, 25 March 2013 15:52 (1 month ago) Permalink

if you mean warmed-up barely digested daily mail bollox then probably

― The @glennbeck have raisin b-lls and rice crispy d-ck (stevie), Monday, 25 March 2013 16:02 (1 month ago) Permalink

Ha rein em in folks (or not, as the case may be i spose) but no, bantlessly i put forth the contention that blokey noel may be very much the voice of the working class. I can't figure out if it's his bantz or mine that are the warmed up daily mail bollox etc but i'm not sure it stands as solid refute in either case.

― mister borges (darraghmac), Monday, 25 March 2013 16:23 (1 month ago) Permalink

More interior life, pls.

;)

― schwantz, Monday, 25 March 2013 17:01 (1 month ago) Permalink

And I'd contend that's a pretty fucking narrow and clueless take on the "voice" of the working class tbh, but there you go eh? xp

― The @glennbeck have raisin b-lls and rice crispy d-ck (stevie), Monday, 25 March 2013 17:03 (1 month ago) Permalink

Ha fine then, there is no 'voice of the working class' dry yr shorts. If there were it would certainly be a highly educated liberal but not in any paternalistic way.

Frustrated much btw? Just a message board thread about noel gallagher, working class boy done good.

― mister borges (darraghmac), Monday, 25 March 2013 17:09 (1 month ago) Permalink

Xp fair enough schwantz

noel wondered why he couldnt be working class and rich and a bit tory all at the same time. Or why, being so, this made some people angry. It were all a bit strange, that.

― mister borges (darraghmac), Monday, 25 March 2013 17:12 (1 month ago) Permalink

Noel lit a cigarette. "A real, proper fucking cigarette," he thought. "Not one of those poncey electronic jobs."

― schwantz, Monday, 25 March 2013 18:35 (1 month ago) Permalink