08.30.09
Köszönet
“It’s with some sadness and great relief to tell you that I quit Oasis tonight. People will write and say what they like, but I simply could not go on working with Liam a day longer.”
Szólt Noel, és ezzel a brit zenetörténet egyik legnagyobb sikertörténete a végére ért.
Aki figyelemmel követte az együttes utolsó két évét aligha lepődött meg ezen, legfeljebb a miért most? és a miért így? kérdések merülhettek fel benne.
Már a DOYS megjelenésekor is azzal fejeztem be az albumról írt kritikámat, hogy kérdés, hogy mi lesz az együttes jövője, ha lesz egyáltalán.
A DOYS turné az Oasis történetének legnagyobb turnéja volt, és a háttérben végig ott volt az a kimondatlan érzés, hogy azért ekkora, mert ez az utolsó.
Noel és Liam végig külön hotelekben szálltak meg, külön utaztak, csak a színpadon találkoztak egymással. Persze, ettől még tudtak beszélni egymással: Noel, aki az utóbbi időben felfedezte, hogy mi mindenre jó a sajtó, különböző interjúkon keresztül üzengetett, míg Liam a twitteren tette ugyanezt.
Külön utakat jártak ők ketten már egy jó ideje, de az együttes érdekében megpróbáltak kialakítani egy olyan módszert, amivel egy darabig még működhetett a dolog. De Noel blogbejegyzéseiből és interjúiból elég egyértelműen látszott, hogy unja már, nem akar ő már 43 évesen világ körüli turnéra menni, nem gondolkozik már az Oasisben. Liam számára viszont az Oasis minden.
Szóval semmi meglepő nincsen abban, hogy vége lett, de ettől függetlenül nem hiszem, hogy így kellett volna befejezni.
Noel sohasem volt mentes a teátrális megoldásoktól, de azt hiszem, jó lett volna, ha nem kellene újra azt éreznem, hogy sok minden fontos neki, de ezek között a közönség, a rajongók, nincsennek ott. Nem mintha ez meglepetés lett volna, elég egy-két Noel interjút elolvasni, és elég gyorsan kiderült ez. Amivel persze, nincsen semmi baj, mert hát mindenkinek megvan a saját élete, de azért arról sem lenne szabad elfelejtkezni, hogy bár ugyan Noel tehetséges és jó zeneszerző, de azért nem egy Bach. És amit elért, azt nélkülünk soha nem érte volna el.
Nyilván most majd elkezdődnek a találgatások, hogy mi történt, de azt hiszem, ha két ember között így elromlik a kapcsolat, akkor mindig igaz, hogy arról ketten tehetnek. Nincs kétségem afelől, hogy Noel verzióját hamarosan meg fogjuk tudni, remélem, hogy egyszer talán Liamét is megismerhetjük.
De egy dolog biztos: három koncert Noel, három. Másfél év folyamatos turnézás, nagyjából 150 koncert után. Persze valahol stílszerű, hogy nem sikerült normálisan, a rajongóknak megköszönve befejezni az együttes pályafutását, de…
Már nem 95-öt írunk. Liam felnőtt időközben. Az elmúlt két album turnéján a majdnem 300 koncertből mindössze egy pár maradt el: néhány Noel sérülése és három Liam hangja miatt.
Szóval nem így kellett volna.
Ettől függetlenül sok sikert kívánok Noel a szóló albumhoz, a Wellerrel közös zenélésekhez, az angliai akusztikus turnékhoz. És neked is Liam, a ruhamárkádhoz, a majdani szóló albumodhoz és ahhoz, hogy majd megpróbálod az Oasist életben tartani.
De mivel, azt hiszem, az Oasis, ahogy ismertük, most ért véget, ezért elmondom azt, amit régóta szerettem volna.
Noel és Liam!
Szeretném megköszönni ezt a tizenkét évet, aminek így vagy úgy, de ti is a részesei voltatok.
Szeretném megköszönni a Live Forevert, a Champagne Supernovát, az MTV Oasis hétvégéket, a számtalan videókazettát az interjúitokkal, számaitokkal, koncertjeitekkel, szeretném megköszönni az első rácsodálkozást a manchesteri akcentusra, azt a sok-sok órát, amit Liam kiejtésének megfejtésével töltöttem, az izgalmat, amikor a D’You Know What I Mean? exluzívan ment az MTV-n és háromszor adták le egymás után, azt amikor a DYKWIM?-t a TV-ről felvettem a magnóra, mert nem akartam úgy nyaralni menni, hogy ne hallgathassam, a 2006-os bécsi koncertet, azt hogy megmutattátok, hogy mekkora élmény a zene, azt hogy önbizalmat adtatok és átsegítettek egy nehéz korszakon, szeretném megköszönni a fórumot, a salzburgi fesztivált, azt hogy olyan embereket ismertem meg, akikkel egyébként soha nem talákoztam volna, és akiket érdemes volt megismerni, azt ha beteszem a Morning Gloryt visszajön minden, ami akkor volt, azt hogy ott lehettem, amikor 70.000 ember énekelte egy emberként a Don’t Look Back In Angert.
Legfőképpen azt szeretném megköszönni, hogy megértettétek velem, hogy nem kell ahhoz jóban lennünk a másikkal, sőt még csak nem is kell ismernünk egymást, hogy a jó értelemben vett hatással tudjunk lenni a másikra. Hogy akármennyire is más az életünk, mások vagyunk mi magunk is, mégis mindig meg fogjuk érteni egymást. Mert valójában nincs akkora különbség egy angol proligyerek és egy magyar értelmiségi között.
Nektek véget ért egy korszak az életetekben, és azt hiszem valahol nekem is. Nektek mostantól kezdve meg kell ismerkedni azzal, hogy mit jelent a középszerűség, amiben mi mindig is éltünk. Nincs semmi baj ám a középszerűséggel, ha elégedetten kelsz fel reggel, ha nincsennek kételyeid, ha nem érzed úgy, hogy valamit elrontottál, szóval, ha boldog vagy.
Mindkettőtöknek szurkolok innen a távolból, hogy sikerüljön megtalálnotok azt, amit az első pillanattól kerestetek. Néha az volt az érzésem, hogy csak azért nem találjátok, mert nem ott keresitek, ahol kellene. Mert sokkal közelebb van, és mert sokkal egyszerűbb, mint ahogy azt gondoltátok.
De egy dologban, míg így is, hogy igazán nem is ismerlek benneteket, biztos vagyok: soha nem fogtok tudni felkelni reggel elégedetten és boldogan addig, amíg nem rendezitek egymást közt a dolgaitokat. Mert amikor, egy remélhetőleg sikeres és szép élet végén, visszanéztek, egy dologban biztosak lehettek: soha nem lesz Noel Liam nélkül, és soha nem lesz Liam Noel nélkül. Akkor is, ha különbözőek vagytok, akkor is, ha nem értitek egymást, akkor is, ha sokszor bántottátok egymást. Mert a közönség, az újságírók, a siker, a fiatalság, az önbizalom mind-mind eltűnnek, és nem marad más, csak az emberek, akik számítottak. És ti ketten, bármennyire is utáljátok a másikat ezért, rettenetesen sokat számítottatok egymásnak. És nem azért, mert ti voltatok az Oasis.
Mert mint ahogy az egyik hozzászóló mondta a hírrel kapcsolatban:
Én szeretnék még az öcsémmel olyanban lenni, hogy verekszünk, de manapság már csak udvarias köszönő viszonyban vagyunk.
És ennél nem lehet rosszabb. Ne engedjétek, hogy egyszer eljöjjön az a pillanat, amikor már nem számítotok egymásnak.
A többi teljesen lényegtelen.
TFTMON: Goodbye
20/08/09
Yes. The massive. How on earth is everyone? All good? Wonderful.
Fuck me, I enjoyed those 2 weeks off. Had some beautiful quiet nights in with Nancy and a couple of truly magical nights out with.. well, if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. I will say this though, there was royalty involved!!
Had a few days on the Amalfi coast in Italia. Very nice. Lovely weather.
What else? BUT, OF COURSE!! The football season’s started. Me and Burning Natty and various comrades made our way up to Blackburn to see Man City take the first steps of the new revolution. What a day! Must’ve been 10,000 Blues there. Unbelievable atmosphere. Bit like an Oasis gig.
Talking of which, I’m at Kings Cross Station. Former home of Russell Brand. Catching a train to York. Got a gig tonight at a health spa in Bridlington. A warm up for that V Festival this weekend. If you’re coming, I’ll see you there. I’ll be stage right. Being brilliant.
In a bit.
GD.
21/08/09
A’reet.
Last night? Blinding. Very, very hot. Loud crowd.
Bridlington’s like the land that time forgot. Y’know that tune by Morrissey, “Every Day Is Like Sunday”? Surely he wrote it about Bridlington? Nice people though.
Legged it to York straight after the gig with Burning Natty. Had to get an early train back to London in the a.m. Got some family business to take care of.
The York races are on so there was some wonderful sights on the platform. Fat orange birds in ludicrous hats.
Day off today. Heading back up north tomorrow. Going to see City before we smash the V Festival in Stafford.
In a bit.
GD.
22/08/09
Boo! Just come off stage at V in Stafford. And I don’t mind admitting that I didn’t enjoy it one bit. Dunno know. Couldn’t get into it. Very strange.
Don’t feel too clever. Outrageous stomach ache. Feel like I’m coming down with summat. Bugger. Might have to get the doctor out in the morning. Hope it came out of the speakers ok. Gutted.
Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
In a bit.
GD.
29/08/09
Dearly beloved, it is with a heavy heart and a sad face that I say this to you this morning.
As of last Friday the 28th August, I have been forced to leave the Manchester rock’n'roll pop group Oasis.
The details are not important and of too great a number to list. But I feel you have the right to know that the level of verbal and violent intimidation towards me, my family, friends and comrades has become intolerable. And the lack of support and understanding from my management and band mates has left me with no other option than to get me cape and seek pastures new.
I would like firstly to offer my apologies to them kids in Paris who’d paid money and waited all day to see us only to be let down AGAIN by the band. Apologies are probably not enough, I know, but I’m afraid it’s all I’ve got.
While I’m on the subject, I’d like to say to the good people of V Festival that experienced the same thing. Again, I can only apologise – although I don’t know why, it was nothing to do with me. I was match fit and ready to be brilliant. Alas, other people in the group weren’t up to it.
In closing I would like to thank all the Oasis fans, all over the world. The last 18 years have been truly, truly amazing (and I hate that word, but today is the one time I’ll deem it appropriate). A dream come true. I take with me glorious memories.
Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a family and a football team to indulge.
I’ll see you somewhere down the road. It’s been a fuckin’ pleasure.
Thanks very much.
Goodbye.
NG.
07.29.09
TFTMON: hot, damp and humid
28/07/09
Phew. Just back from that whistle stop tour of the far east. Japan, South Korea and Hong Kong. 5 days. 2 gigs. Lots of noodles and a million air miles. My phone didn’t work out there and I wasn’t keeping notes so you’ll have to do with what I can remember, which doesn’t bode well. Here goes.
At Heathrow, on the way out, I bumped into that Jenson Button. He’s a racing car driver. A famous one. Pretty good too, by all accounts. And I seen that Stephen Fry. He’s famous for knowing pretty much everything.
Got hassled by a man (I think it was a man!) in a kilt. Who wasn’t famous or Scottish, just annoying. The flight was mobbed. Watched that film about that heavy metal band “Anvil”. Fuckin’ funny. Metal is though, innit?
Was met at the airport by that girl who invented the “Noel Or Die” sign. Only now she’s made t-shirts. With me as a Simpsons character who looks more like Tom Hanks!! Do I look like Tom Hanks?
Tokyo was hot, damp and humid. Tried to stay awake by shopping my bollocks off. It was a minor success. Had some noodles – real ones – and went to bed. So far, so good. Had a great kip. Unbelievable. 10 hours! A personal best.
Man City was on the BBC World News for meeting that Nelson Mandela!!! MAN CITY!! No one gave a monkey’s ’bout Man City 6 months ago, now we’re on the news meeting world leaders! Now that is mental.
Still hot and humid, only now it’s raining, and I mean raining. Monsoon gear. Biblical.
Missed the train to the gig. No panic. They literally run every 3 minutes. Got to that Fuji Rock just in time to see my old mate and soul brother #1, Paul Weller. Hadn’t seen him play since May. He was well psychedelic. It pissed down all the way through his set. Good though.
Had to drive back to Tokyo after. 3 c**ting hours. Grim as fuck. Still raining. Hard, boiling hot rain.
Didn’t get any kip that night. Not a single second. Flew to Seoul the next day. Feeling slightly mental. I thought I was losing my eyesight at one point. Totally fucked.
Can’t remember much after that. Apart from 2 things. I seen an advert for a play called “Breakout”. It was billed as an “Extreme dance comedy”!? EXTREME DANCE COMEDY? What on God’s green earth is that gonna be like? And what’s extreme about it? The dance or the comedy? Ludicrous dance comedy, more like. Not only that, I seen an Italian restaurant – in Seoul – called “Mad For Garlic”!! MAD FOR GARLIC?!!! And it was fuckin’ packed.
The gig was immense. They really do know how to do that synchronised hand clapping shit in Korea. Spectacular. Jet – the band – were on before us. Hadn’t seen them since that American tour in 2006, was it? They’ve been in the gym, let me tell you.
Flew home the next day (have I missed a day?). Had a 5 hour stop-over in Hong Kong. Caught up with the English newspapers. Mardy-bum John Terry’s not coming to City. Halle-fuckin’-looya. Ate more crisps than even Irie Nancy could imagine. Bored shitless. Slept like a small elephant on the flight home. Arrived at a deserted Heathrow at 5.05 this morning.
Hope this made sense, if it didn’t, fuck’all y’all. It’s 3 o’clock next Thursday afternoon in my head.
In a bit.
GD.
07.22.09
TFTMON: Roundhouse
21/07/09
Fuck! Forgot about you. Where were we?
That festival in Germany was pretty fuckin’ mad. It was in an old disused coal mine. All the old machinery had been preserved and turned into a mad gothic industrial landscape. I imagine it’s what the inside of Marilyn Manson’s head looks like.
Gig was great. Kasabian were..actually, I didn’t even see them, I was doing interviews.
Back in London now. Playing The Roundhouse tonight. Then off to Japan in the morning.
I’m fucked. Hope I’m not getting that swine flu.
In a bit.
GD.
22/07/09
Well that gig at The Roundhouse was..erm..very odd. What’siz’name exploded with pretend rage the minute he walked on. Strange cat. Probably on his man period. Saying that, it was a full moon’n'all. Didn’t notice him getting any more hairy though. Mind you, those that were there seemed to enjoy it, so..y’know, onwards and sideways.
Didn’t stick around after the gig. Just couldn’t be arsed. Too many squares for my liking.
Just on the way to Heathrow. Off to Japan / South Korea for a week. My phone doesn’t work out there so there’ll be a break in transmission. Will spill any relevant beans when I get back.
In a bit.
GD.
07.20.09
TFTMON: Vihar
19/07/09
Hello. Seems like the problems we experienced at that Benicassim were, in the grand scheme of things, minor irritations. The next 2 days were cancelled. High winds caused chaos, by all accounts. There was a massive, massive fire on site. Weller only played half his set before he was pulled off (not like that, you filthy little twat!).
No such troubles up in the Alps here in Switzerland. The fezzies here run like clockwork. Bit nippy though. Didn’t spoil the gig. It was really fuckin’ good. Didn’t see any other bands so nothing to report on that front.
Off to Germany today. Last festival of this little trip. Roundhouse on Tuesday. Then off to Japan/South Korea on Wednesday.
Kasabian are on the same stage as us today. Should be fun.
In a bit.
GD.
07.18.09
TFTMON: Benicassim
17/07/09
Hola.
Benicassim? What a fuckin’ waste of time! If it wasn’t for those bloody kids it would’ve been a disaster. I really can’t say enough about the crowd. Unbelievable behaviour. Special mention to the topless birds – what a welcome sight that was!
The problem was…wait for it…yes! The fuckin’ PA. It blew TWICE!! And the monitor system blew TWICE!! It’s becoming a joke. And not a very funny one.
Those little lads from The View joined us backstage for warm beer. Now, I’m down with the Scotch. Irie Nancy’s one. So is The Mighty I (effectively). No problem with them. But what that lot were going on about I’ll never know. Had to get James from Glasvegas to translate. He was none the wiser.
Weller’s up there tonight. Some of us are going to see him. It’ll probably get pretty messy.
Off to Berne in the morning. That’s in Switzerland.
I’ve got nothing else to say.
In a bit.
GD
07.17.09
TFTMON: Wembley + Eden + City
07/07/09
Boom! Boom!! D’you know what that is? That’s the sound of thunder – or so my little lad informed me over the weekend.
How’s things? Fine and dandy? Good.
Am in Coventry today. Haven’t been here since, ooh 2 months ago. Came to see The Specials, innit?
After a week of glorious weather while we were away it’s pissing down. C***’s trick. The Ricoh Arena’s mega though. Very tidy. Looking forward to tonight.
My mates “Free Peace” are opening up. Good boys. Top band.
The Enemy are the main band on before us tonight. Kasabian are busy being weird somewhere odd. It’s a homer for them. Should be mad as fuck.
Wonder what Bruno will wear tonight? Mr al Fayed’s shoes have made their long-awaited re-appearance! Life’s been dull without them.
This Mike Jackson thing’s dragging on a bit, innit? Who do they think he is, Jade Goody? Listen out for the dedication tonight. There’s bound to be one. If it’s during Live Forever I may do a little poo-poo..then vomit.
In a bit.
GD.
08/07/09
Well, that was much fun. Shit weather though. Still, no one seemed to mind.
Enemy were great. Hometown gig, and all that. They pulled it out of the hat, so to speak.
Bruno seemed determined, and I mean DETERMINED that no one, and I mean NO ONE was gonna enjoy themselves. Very strange. Y’can’t keep the kids down though.
A couple of The Specials were in attendance. Lynval and Sir Horace, in fact. Lynval came and said hello. What a dude. And my mate Jamie Carragher. Good lad, Carragh’.
Anyway, look, I gotta go.
In a bit.
GD.
14/07/09
Phew! Thank the good Lord that weekend’s over. Been absolutely ruined by the Wembley smash up. Still feeling like a little lump of dog-shit and it’s fuckin’ Tuesday!!
Anyway, here’s the story – what I can remember of it, at least!
Thursday night had a bit of a Thursday night feel to it, if you know what I mean? Incidentally, what a shit night Thursday night has become! No Top Of The Pops. No Coronation Street. Nothing. I bet nothing of any significance has ever happened on a Thursday – in the world of Rock’N'Roll, that is. I bet Altamont wasn’t on a Thursday. I bet Shea Stadium wasn’t on a Thursday. Knebworth wasn’t on a Thursday. We should fuck Thursday off anyway. Cut it back to a 6 day week.
The gig was really good, for a Thursday. The best thing about it though was the magnificent green leather jacket Serge was wearing. Too good for a Thursday.
Friday was a bit of a lazy day. Went and done an interview with Johnny Ross. He’s a naughty boy, Jonathan. He was determined to try and get me to have a pop at the Blur re-union. Not this time. Those days are long gone. Although it was fun at the time I’d like to think we’ve all grown up a little bit since then. He has, and it was funny though.
Saturday was altogether a different kettle of fish. What a night. One of THOSE nights. What an atmosphere! It pissed down but that only added to it. Easily one of the best nights ever. There was some moments, let me tell you. If you were in that crowd, and if I wore a hat I’d doff it in your general direction. I wouldn’t go as far as Mr Bruno saying, “You’re the best fans in the world”. As Arsene Wenger once said, “Everybody thinks they have the most beautiful wife”, or even more ludicrously (is that a word? ..it is now!!), “You’re the best human beings in the world!”?? Nonsense! My kids are the best human beings in the world. Fact. BUT the version of “Don’t Look Back In Anger” was very special indeed.
Which brings us to Sunday. Party time. Another very special night. Lots of friends in attendance. Great, great gig. Not as good as the piss up after though. 9′n’half hours we was in that dressing room. Drinking, dancing, smoking and talking shite. A colossal end to an epic weekend.
Am currently on a train in Devon heading to the Eden Project. Doing that gig we had to cancel last August!!
I must go as I need to strangle a child that’s been crying all the way from London!
In a bit.
GD.
16/07/09
So! The Eden Project. A wonderful place. Particularly for the kids, one would’ve thought.
As for a rock’n'roll show? I’m not so sure. It was a re-scheduled show from last September (did I mention that?) when that idiot broke up my rib-cage. Somewhat predictably it fuckin’ pissed down! SIDEWAYS!! It was raining on stage at one point. The audience were all in proper wet weather gear. Was like playing to the hippies at Greenham Common in the 80s.
All that being said, I really enjoyed it. Quite intimate. 6,000 wurzels. Think there was actually more people in the dressing room on Sunday night at Wembley. Good laugh. Didn’t hang around after, still felt rough after the weekend.
Feel tip-top today though. Which is great ‘cos we’re in Valencia for that Benicassim festival. SCORCHIO!! Having a lazy day. Getting some sun. Basking in the glory of Man City’s spending. Carlos Tevez joined us yesterday (or maybe the day before)!! What an exciting time for us. The Oasis tour finishes about 2 games into the new season. I fully plan to go to every game possible next season. Usually manage about 6 a season. Gonna have a lot of time on my hands in the near future so bring it on. WE ARE CITY.
In a bit.
GD
07.15.09
Wembley 11/07/09
I have seen some big gigs recently, by some of the greatest rock stars of our time: Bruce Springsteen, U2, Blur. But I have never seen anything quite like a crowd of 50,000 in the pouring rain at Wembley Stadium, arms aloft, communally singing the whole of Don’t Look Back in Anger – with every lyric, every vocal nuance and perfect phrasing – accompanied by a mute, grinning Noel Gallagher on acoustic guitar. The sheer volume of what must count as the biggest choral performance in pop history was hair-raising, the spirit of togetherness heartening. – Telegraph
Saturday was altogether a different kettle of fish. What a night. One of THOSE nights. What an atmosphere! It pissed down but that only added to it. Easily one of the best nights ever. There was some moments, let me tell you. If you were in that crowd, and if I wore a hat I’d doff it in your general direction. I wouldn’t go as far as Mr Bruno saying, “You’re the best fans in the world”. As Arsene Wenger once said, “Everybody thinks they have the most beautiful wife”, or even more ludicrously (is that a word? ..it is now!!), “You’re the best human beings in the world!”?? Nonsense! My kids are the best human beings in the world. Fact. BUT the version of “Don’t Look Back In Anger” was very special indeed. - Noel
Igen, alá tudom támasztani az előzőeket: amikor majdnem 70.000 ember énekli egy emberként a Don’t Look Back In Angert úgy, hogy az együttes csak a zenét adja hozzá: leírhatatlan. Azért az egy számért érdemes volt több, mint tíz éven kersztül követni ezt az együttest és érdemes volt rákölteni erre a kirándulásra azt a fontmennyiséget, amit ráköltöttünk 
De nemcsak ennyi történt szombaton este: a teljes élmény attól kezdve, hogy megpillantottuk a Wembley felső díszelemét egészen addig, amikor a metró felé vezető úton együtt álltunk a szakadó esőben több tízezer emberrel várva, hogy a lovas rendőrök továbbengedjenek az állomás felé, egy egész életre szólt.
A téli bécsi koncert után írtam, hogy most már minden fajta Oasis koncertet láttam, kivéve az igazi nagy stadion koncertet. Szombaton telt ház volt, ami nagyjából 70.000 embert jelent, így már előre tudtam, hogy most ezt a típusú Oasis koncertet is ki fogom pipálni. Kíváncsi voltam nagyon, hogy ilyen körülmények között (rengeteg ember, hatalmas tér) hogyan lehet megteremteni a kapcsolatot a közönséggel, hogyan lehet megalkotni azt a különleges atmoszférát, amit egy jó koncert jelent. Ha voltál már jó koncerten, akkor tudod hogy miről beszélek, ha még nem, akkor remélem, hogy egyszer összejön, mert ezek azok a pillanatok, amikor egy együttes megszűnik egyszerű szórakoztatásra szakosodott pénzkereseti forrásá lenni és előjön a zene, ami talán a legősibb és legőszintébb kifejezési mód, amit az ember megalkotott.
A szombati esti koncert végére nyilvánvaló volt, hogy ez az este az utóbbi kategóriába tartozott: ez a koncert az együttesnek is fontos volt, akkor és ott ők is adni és mondani akartak valamit, nem pedig csak egy tisztességes iparos munkát produkálni, ellentétben az idei bécsivel.
07.05.09
TFTMON: theme of the tour
04/07/09
So last night was fuckin’ brilliant. One of the bestest. Don’t ask why. It just was.
Roskilde’s not as big as I remembered it. I had it in my head it was about 100,000 people. Seemed like maybe half that. Still..it was one of those rare gigs where straight from the very 1st note you just know it’s gonna be good.
I’ve lost one of my bags – AGAIN!! It’s becoming a theme of this tour. Lost bags, lost clothes, broken ribs. It’s beginning to get on my tits.
Back in dat’dare London. Coventry on Tuesday then Wembley!! Cannot wait.
In a bit.
GD.
07.03.09
TFTMON: Melyik a kakukktojás?
02/07/09
Now then. Long time, etc.. certainly seems like it anyway. What’s been going on then? I believe somebody’s died?
Festival season is upon us. My favourite part of the tour. Living la vida loca. In-out-put the kettle on.
We are on the Eurostar. Heading for Brussels. Belgium. And the Hotel Amigo (the one with the identity crisis). Dunno what the festival’s called or what it’s about. I do know we’re playing with some of the titans of British music. Google the bill, it’s staggering in its shitness. Nevermind. Like I say, in-out-put the kettle on, etc.
Don’t know if I’ve got anything else for you..no..no, that’s it.
In a bit.
GD.
03/07/09
Well last night was brilliant. Great big, big crowd. 70-odd thousand. Fuck me, it was hot though.Lily Allen was on our stage. I haven’t seen her in a while. I’ve known Lil’ since she was a kid. Her old fella used to bring her round to that Supernova Heights gaff of mine in the 90s. A good kid. Works hard, plays hard.Am currently heading to Denmark where we will play the Roskilde Festival. Get on the bill (see if you can spot the odd one out):
FAITH NO MORE!!!
NICK CAVE AND THEM BAD SEEDS!!!
oasis
NINE INCH NAILS!!!
Can you tell? Someone’s having a shit night, eh?
In a bit.
GD.
