Thursday, December 18, 2008

Saw Oasis last night...






"Nothing to do with the kids, really, just thought I'd mention it."

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That was the extent of the original post earlier today, sort of a recollection of this, but I heard from a few regular readers looking for something more than the photos, which were really all I could manage at the time, with the freshly-brewed Peet's fighting mightily to lift the fog and the echoes from the amplifiers (still) ringing in my head.

We booked my Mom into the babysitting gig probably two months ago, secured our tickets and waited. I'd never seen Oasis live and they are easily one of my all-time favorite bands, so I didn't want to miss their trip through the city this time around. Gwen was sort of going along for the ride, but she knows the music and when I said we could chalk this up as one of my Christmas presents she was fully on board. I may get dragged through HomeGoods some Saturday afternoon to make amends, but that would probably happen anyway.

We went to dinner at Zarela, one of the beloved old haunts from our city days and - I'm convinced - the perfect pre-concert meal. I think the best live show I've ever seen in my life was Radiohead at Radio City Music Hall on the OK Computer tour, and when I mentioned that assessment to my younger sister (who got the tickets) a while back her response was, "Yeah, that was incredible, but don't forget we went to Zarela for dinner before the show, and after a few of those margaritas you are basically tripping, so that may have had something to do with it." Touché.

Zarela remembered us (we logged a lot miles at those tables back in the day) and it was great to be there again. Wandered over to Rockefeller Center to check out the tree and the crowds and then jumped into a cab and headed down to MSG.


Maybe it's me, and I'm certainly biased, but there's something about getting into a taxi and relaying to the driver some form of the line, "The Garden," that's just unlike anything else. Unlike any other possible destination.

We found our seats and waited about 20 minutes for the band to walk out onstage, right around 9:30. They did not disappoint.

I wouldn't say it was a "great" show, but it was great to have seen them live, to have checked this one off the list. Liam's voice was noticeably shaky at first but he seemed to find it (to the extent it's still there at all) mid-way through. The days of those early recordings that established the band are definitely gone - no "maybe" about it - he's delivering lyrics in more guttural grunts than polished notes. But it still sounds like him, and there's still enough of that raspy and nasally sonic goodness left to make a difference. The band seemed to be a little more talkative and animated than they were recently in LA, based on a review of a Staples Center show I'd read, but can't you just see the Gallagher boys hating that town, and embracing New York, to the degree it's possible for these two to embrace anything?

Liam gulped orange Gatorade and Poland Spring water onstage, instead of beer or something more substantial, in between crude comments that were difficult to make out and the occasional obscene hand gesture. Even beyond the diminished voice he comes across as a bit of a sad and incoherently angry character, clinging to the edge and the entitlement that was probably justified (and leveraged beyond all reason or limits) when he was marauding through London in the late 90s as the biggest thing going over there. Those days are gone, but he still has the swagger and - to his credit - can still fill a venue.

Noel, as I'm suspecting is usually the case when he's interfacing with 15,000 people as opposed to, say, a lone journalist with a pad and a tape recorder, was far more appreciative and gracious. Contributed great vocals all night, whether singing lead or backing up his brother, and of course there's no escaping the fact that, with rare exceptions, everything that's played at an Oasis concert he thought of first. Or, as David St. Hubbins might say,"On the guitar. Noel Gallagher. He wrote this."

They played their hits and some of the new stuff, and it all flowed together well. Letting the crowd sing the chorus to "Don't Look Back In Anger" has become as much of a signature moment for Oasis at a live show as turning up the house lights during "Where The Streets Have No Name" is for U2. And it's just as incredible when you're standing there to experience it.

6 Comments:

Blogger McNattums said...

Lucky you! Looks like you had good seats too!

6:38 PM  
Anonymous Camilla said...

I was there! apparently, at the same setor... :)
That was AWESOME! I still can hear Liam's voice in my head... haha... Great Pics!!!

9:56 PM  
Blogger freakgirl said...

Great review -- thanks!

8:27 AM  
Blogger Jasmin said...

Hi
I still love reading your blog

Just wanted to say Merry Christmas to you and your family!

3:03 AM  
Blogger Lydia said...

Great post. I love the photo of Rockefeller Center best of all.

We have a new gray kitten in our house, Willow, the subject of my new post. ;)

I hope the new year is a wonderful one for your family.

3:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good to read your take on the Oasis live show. Would be nice to catch them in New York, maybe next tour. I put up some review of their show in Chicago. Seemed a little more workmanlike (the performance) than past shows I'd seen of theirs. If you want to check it out it's at: http://www.musicouch.com/Live-Music/Music-Festivals/Oasis-The-Show-Must-Go-on.414403

Hope I'm not holding out for the days when they were kings.

3:24 AM  

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