Noel Gallaghers High Flying Birds
The best stories are the ones you couldn’t make up. Brothers Noel and Liam Gallagher rising from poverty to become rock and roll gods is just too good. The Mancunian duo along with their childhood friends grew up to form arguably the most overrated or underrated British band since the Rolling Stones.
Oasis owned the nineties in Europe, they moved into the villa that Kurt Colbain left behind after he passed. Their 1994 album, “Definitely Maybe”, often considered the best rock debut ever, is a testament to all that is great about rock guitar, and the follow up, “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory” tells you how great a songwriter Noel Gallagher is.
All of that being ancient history, let’s fast-forward. Paris. 2009. Minutes before thousands of people were waiting for the band to headline a major festival, Liam is swinging a fifty-thousand-dollar guitar at Noel, Paul Bunyan style. Certainly not the first time such an obsurdity happened between the brothers, but Noel quit the band that night.
As an Oasis fan who saw them on that final tour, you can look at this in two ways, I chose the high road: Now they get to compete with solo careers. Liam Gallagher’s new band, Beady Eye, released an album last year and toured worldwide with much appeal, and staying within his role of, “European-Frontman” he also launched a clothing line.
Noel, the constant songwriter, stayed out of the press as much as he could until he formed Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds, a mangy group of touring musicians with talent to lose. They rolled into the LC Thursday to deliver a set of unimaginable happiness to all the Oasis fans in Columbus, how nice of them.
There is a notion that he may have intentionally been trying to outshine his brother on the world stage musically, and he did, for better or worse. Avid Oasis fans that stalk him on youtube may have been dissapointed that his setlist tonight was not radically different from that of his European tour, but this is a very difficult point to complain about.
Upon attending a Noel Gallagher show, you really get the sense of Oasis’ worldwide appeal. Accents from far reaching parts of the world fill the space of the normal pre-show buzz, and if you are looking for an intimate concert experience from a big-name act, there isn’t a better place to see a show than the LC.
In addition to the great atmosphere, the sing-along nature of his music is electric. There is a sense of community created when the sound of the crowd singing is loud enough to overpower the million-dollar sound system of the venue, a feeling exemplified by Noel neglecting to sing the last chorus of, “Don’t Look Back in Anger” as he often does.
Everything that is Rock’n’Roll is Noel Gallagher. This guy is as old-school as they come, he knows he could play louder, but he also knows his age. He’s still not afraid of using, how do you say? The Fuck Word. He dropped it a dozen times during the show, making reference to some of the members of the audience who had imbibed a few ales. There is no doubt he would have lived a perfectly lucrative life in stand up comedy.
I’m sorry for you if you missed it, because it was a special night. Noel Gallagher holding what might as well of been a dorm room in the palm of his hand, the crowd really responded to the acoustic version of, “Supersonic” from the fist album. That boyfriend you had in college that played guitar and made your heart.beat.fast… he was channeling Noel Gallagher.
If you’re still in school, I have drunken experiment for you to try: pick a 3-song Oasis playlist after midnight, and no matter what drug people are on, they will be singing sloppily and swinging arm over shoulder. We used to do, “Wonderwall” -> “Live Forever” -> “Champagne Supernova.”
Noel is responsible for many young people picking up an instrument and learning it as an amateur, myself included. His simplistic musical style brings everyone to the table, and nobody leaves hungry. He rises to another level in his ability to tell a universal story that anyone can relate to. I’ll be seeing him again in Detroit in a few hours, looking forward to the music and banter.
Thoughts of Disgust
I love and hate all people. There is no longer a racial component to our interactions, only a cultural one. If you are under thirty years old in the United States, the only excuse for saying something you shouldn’t say is prideful ignorance. I can think of nothing more disgusting than taking pride in the stupidity of your thoughts.
If you choose to believe what is not actually so, you rob yourself of the life experience you are missing. People forget that whatever you say, you are responsible for, hiding behind an internet username does not absolve you from your absurdities. If you start a thought from a point of ignorance, no amount of polishing will fix the problem.
Let me take two steps down from my organic soap-box. I was raised Catholic, meaning universal, or in American terms, it means nothing other than having a gained sense of respect for humanity. The value of community is immeasurable, and someone raised with Catholic guilt would understand with perfect clarity what it means to be a supporter of the Cleveland Browns.
But seriously, tell me, if you can, what is it that anyone could like about Mr. Romney? I am old enough to remember how uninteresting John Kerry was, but as a veteran who wanted to reign in the empire, he was pretty attractive in black and white print. He could have saved a lot of lives: I’m looking at you Ohio voters in unpopulated areas.
I will proceed with my argument for Obama’s re-election the same way Mr. Kerry was presented to the public: he’s not perfect, but look at the alternative, and try to keep a stable stomach. Obama ran an emotional campaign to get elected, and electrified the nation in a way few leaders ever have, but the legacy he will leave is what he does with the next four years.
There are a lot of kids with art degrees that still cant find right from left and need a job, but that isn’t the president’s fault. The exploitive lending practices of banks concerning student loans and the inflated price of higher education in this country are something that is in his power to fix.
Apple: Yuppie Paradise
For anyone looking to start a business or wondering why apple is so successful now, I can’t provide a mathematical reason, but I can provide a reason: Apple is a mega-corporation with the world’s best operating system, that is personable enough for the average person to not think of them as a, “corporate citizen.”
Every other company has sat around in a board room and asked the question: “How cheap can we do support?” Apple has asked the same question, but they must slap new-hires on each cheek first and say, “Do you get it?” When you talk to most people at Apple they may not know the answer, but they know the most appropriate way to lie to you, and thats almost as good.
The iPad 3 will be launching in a few weeks, and recently an Apple executive was quoted saying something very callous about it’s labor practices. Apple is sugar-coated-reality. Their products are sexy compared to any other computer manufacturer, and in an hour, I could teach anyone on this earth how to use one.
Not only that, but they are sexy and made in the exact location in China that all the other electronics companies, Apple has no incentive to improve its labor standards. Having worked a job for 80 hours a week in this country on forced overtime in the food production industry, I can tell you our standards aren’t much higher for worker rights than China in this economy, to quote Goodfellas, “Fuck you, pay me.”
Speaking of which, that is the best movie in its genre, and Mr. Scorsese made three of them; ‘Casino’ and ‘The Departed’ being the others. It tells you what the reality is: you can either make people feel good in your interaction on your good graces, or you can pay them. Apple pays their customer service more, because nobody wants to do customer service.
It doesn’t hurt that they have the best products.
The Cuss Cup
Parents:
If you want to know where you can grab your little one by the, “I want it, I want it.”
Teach them how to speak.
You don’t say things in front of certain people, and if you can instill this simple message, you win. No matter how bad your English is, and no matter how bad your collective parental vocabulary is, if you don’t say the wrong thing, you win.
Teaching your child to smile and shut up is the best thing you can do. In the U.S., this requires a handshake. A punctual pile of human flesh is more valuable than 200 people that don’t get it. Send them to college, let them write their own story, then they’ll figure it out.
We had a cuss cup.
When you say something out of line, you pay.
Every family draws the line, but there is always a line that no-one draws in this country. That’s the one where if you think the thought and you say it, you are responsible for it.
Keeping your cool will make the difference between Jersey Shore and Lower Manhattan.
The Black Keys
I have been apprehensive to start reviewing shows I have been to because it always seems like a…..
How do I put this professionally?
You like the band before you see them or you don’t
It’s either a verbal blowjob or a…..
Tasty snack for a writer who hasn’t done anything, and wants to re-define what music is “supposed to be.”
On that note, here’s my take on The Black Keys:
Hey,
Here’s what I came up with, I wrote most of it during the show when I didn’t recognize the song.
The Black Keys Return to Columbus Once Again
Painfully, I have to admit that this was my first live sampling of The Black Keys, but I’ve tried before. Kings of Leon wanted too much of my money, and I had Foo Fighters tickets that I was forced to sell. Now that they’re a proper headlining act though, I got a chance to see them.
Regrettably it was from the ‘old guy’ seats this time, but when The Black Keys are in town, there isn’t a bad seat in the house. In the form of a seasoned touring act, they opened with an energetic rendition of, “Howlin’ for You” and while nobody would categorize them as a singalong band, they held the crowd in the palm of their hand with their bluesy guitar driven stomp-fests for the entirety of the show.
The lighting was excellent, as one would expect from a band that can fill an arena, but the staging of the drum kit and Auerbach’s gear was exceptional. Both were front and center with the excellent touring band behind them, and there were moments during the slower songs where there was a sort of, ‘candlelight’ lighting effect, even from a hundred yards away I could have imagined them playing in my apartment.
The Arctic Monkeys opened to a solid following, and they performed well, “I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor” being the highlight. Patrick Carney was particularly impressive on the drums, and the duo continue to deliver the simple hard rock vibe that so many people miss after The White Stripes broke up. It may be awhile before the keys are back in Columbus, but make sure you catch the next go around when they do.
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