Oasis: Supersonic Page #9
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- 2016
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believe it or not.
Hard for him, you know, poor old Tony,
but all of a sudden it's like,
"Sh*t! We need another drummer."
Paul Weller's drummer
had a brother called Alan.
And I was going, "Right, cool,
I'm arsed, what does he look like?"
"Smegly little mod."
"Cool. Let's get him down here."
And I'd never met this guy before.
He starts talking about the drums
and I'm like, "I'm f***ing not interested
in how you can play.
"As long as you look the part, you'll do.
"By the way, you're doing
Top of The Pops on Wednesday."
And that was his first thing.
# Some might say
# We will find a brighter day
# Some might say
# We will find a brighter day
# Yeah, 'cause I've been
standing at the station
# In need of education in the rain
# You made no preparation
# For my reputation once again
# Some might say
# Some might say #
Morning Glory was incredibly quick and easy.
Rockfield, the posh studio,
f***ing Queen and all that.
F***ing Bohemian Rhapsody and all that.
Don't film me, Tim. Seriously.
Film him, Tim, film him.
He's giving birth?
I'm f***ing knackered.
Right, play this track, man.
This is the nerve centre,
the bridge as we call this.
Full steam ahead!
Oh, I don't know where a f***ing light is.
I don't know where anything is at the moment.
But you know where the top is, don't you?
Because that's where we're going, Morris.
- The topmost of the most popper most.
- That's us.
Noel had the songs and the arrangements
and he was totally in control of the band,
so that first week of Morning Glory,
we were doing a song a day.
Finished. Extraordinary.
He is like God, isn't he?
I knew the songs were a lot more
richer than Definitely Maybe.
I knew they had, like,
definitely gone up a notch.
I loved Owen, mental Welshman.
He was always setting fire to sh*t
and things were always blowing up
because he had it too loud.
No rule book, with his big, mad laugh, going,
"Yeah, let's f***ing have it!"
They were the best times
I ever had recording.
It's gorgeous and sexy, and...
Have your priorities right.
Liam was extraordinary.
And they had this freaky thing where
Noel would play the song once
on an acoustic guitar in the control room,
to Liam,
give him the words and he'd f***ing sing it.
Noel would listen to it once
to check Liam's got the phrasing
for the entire song
that he's only just heard the once.
Noel would go, "Nice one, Liam,"
and there was always football on
when Oasis were recording.
Noel would f*** off,
Liam would just bang
another four tracks down.
This would be, like, 1:00 in the afternoon.
Cup of tea, lead vocal, done.
I was like, "What the f***?"
You know, he's only heard the song once.
Five songs, five days, man. F***ing amazing!
# Slowly walking down the hall
# Faster than a cannonball
# Where were you while we were getting high?
# Someday you will find me
# Caught beneath the landslide
# In a champagne supernova in the sky
# Someday you will find me
# Caught beneath the landslide
# In a champagne supernova
# A champagne supernova
# That they're going to
get away for the summer
# But you and I, we live and die
# The world's still spinning round
# We don't know why
# Why, why, why, why #
No, we don't need that last one.
Yeah!
This is soaking the boats here.
The boats are the Blues.
Come on, the Blues!
Come on, the Pool!
It's the f***ing curse of United!
Come on!
Come on, you baldy twat!
F***ing, hey!
Come on!
Dalglish!
Dalglish!
Come on then!
Good times, man. I loved it in that place,
but it's not f***ing prison, is it,
you know what I mean?
If I'm not needed today,
I'm hardly going to sit and f***ing watch you
play guitar, you know what I mean, like?
I'm f***ing going to the pub.
But it did cause arguments.
Nearly. That's that then, lad.
So it'd always be like that.
"Right, he's doing his guitars,
he'll be in there all f***ing day, won't he?
"We can go to the f***ing pub."
And he'd come out, and he'd be like,
"All right, guys, what does everyone think...
Where is everyone?"
Where is everyone gone?
Yeah, I was a sucker for the pub, man.
You go in there one day,
and you meet the local f***ing drug dealer.
Yeah, I probably did bring
a few people back one night.
Probably a bad move,
because Noel was still working in the studio.
No, I shouldn't have brought them back,
but I thought we were a rock 'n roll band,
you know what I mean?
I thought anything goes in Oasis,
you know what I mean?
Obviously, the other people had rules,
you know what I mean?
F*** the rules, man.
# Sing a sad song in a lonely place
# Try to put a word in for me...
As I recall,
Liam was going pretty f***ing mad.
Somebody let a fire extinguisher off
in the farmhouse.
I think maybe one of my guitars
got damaged, and I blamed him.
It just exploded into a big
f***ing bunch of chaos
like you've never seen, man.
I ended up having a proper fight with Liam.
I mean, it might have been the
biggest fight we ever had.
in with a cricket bat, yeah.
# What we don't touch we cannot feel...
The whole studio got smashed to pieces.
There's like loads of little bits
in the corner went, "Bzzt."
Everything just got f***ing blitzed.
I'm not generally an obnoxious person, dude,
but somebody must've got on my tits,
you know what I mean?
Probably me not giving a f***
and him trying to write
f***ing Bohemian Rhapsody.
And me sort of just going,
"Bollocks! Let's have it!"
I do remember jumping out of a window,
driving off with Whitey.
Liam appeared out of nowhere
and threw a dustbin at the car,
and we'd only known Alan
about two weeks and he was saying,
"It can't be over, I've only just joined."
We were like, "No, no, no, no.
This is going to happen all the time."
And he was going, "F***ing hell, mate.
What kind of f***ing band is this?"
Go and f***ing join The Troggs!
# We're throwing it all away #
Yeah, it was terrible.
It happened, man, but there was no need
for the cricket f***ing bat around my head,
you know what I mean?
Every time there was ever a scene in Oasis,
when we'd all got back together
it was like nothing had ever happened.
We had a tour booked
and we were rehearsing in Brixton Academy.
It was all fine.
Me and Guigs got a taxi home.
The next day, Guigs just doesn't show up.
Marcus arrives and says,
"Guigs wants to leave the band."
What's happened to Guigs
is he's had a bit of a f***ing breakdown.
That's when you kick yourself, you know.
When you're that blinkered
that you couldn't stop
and notice that your mate
wasn't feeling right.
Any kind of chaos going on around,
he would have shot down,
do you know what I mean?
Bass players are like that.
Guigs is a gentle soul, you know what I mean?
He wasn't like me and Noel, or like Bonehead.
You know, we were f***ing pretty mental.
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