Oasis was right.
Because I get it.
You are a Blur fan or (better) a Suede fan or (even better) a Pulp fan or (even better) an Insides fan but.
I do agree with you.
I wasn't even in London.
Have only read the horror stories secondhand.
Have no dog in this fight.
Don't even like the smell of blood.
But there's something different.
About a band that believes it is the best band in the world when nobody else does.
And a band that believes it is the best band in the world when everyone else does.
Which is to say, the second album sucked, lived up to every nasty comment one could make.
Forget about everything after.
But the first one.
Well. Really only three songs.
They have the swagger. Not of self-satisfaction, of millionaires staring into a $10,000 bottle of champagne and thinking, "yeah, I deserve this" but of a man staring into his pint, as flies dance around the bar and the only sound is the heavy breathing of old, un-repentant smokers coughing, saying, "yeah, I deserve better", and of some decrepit saying, "oh yeah, sonny, prove it" and this young man, staring harder, the beer getting warmer, the flies, more animated, "yeah, man, alright". And then he stand up and sings.
I get it now. I've had this album for twenty years and I get it now. Fuck you. That's it, that's it!
7 hours ago