Trip Start Feb 17, 2005
123Trip End Feb 27, 2006
At about 6pm, I walked to the train station as the gig was actually a fair distance out of Brisbane. You could tell the Oasis fans a mile off, as groups of (mostly English) lads headed towards Platform 6. I made the mistake of sitting next to 3 Aussies on the train, one of whom bizarrely stook his finger out in my direction halfway along the journey. Apparently it's a 'hilarious' joke they do on strangers, who usually respond by grabbing hold of the finger
In fairness, it was a good ice breaker, and they turned out to be really friendly, and we talked Oasis as we walked from the station to the venue. They even asked if I wanted to go out after the gig, but I declined because of my money situation and the fact that I had a bus to catch the next morning.
Inside the venue, after getting searched by a security guard, I browsed around the merchandise stalls. There was nothing special though, so I didn't bother. I soon realised that there was nowhere selling beer, so this was to be my first ever gig without alcohol! I didn't mind though, as I remembered drinking too much too soon at Knebworth in 1996, and I was tired by the time Oasis took to the stage. Being older now, and less 'into' the band, I wanted to just watch their performance and actually remember it.
I'd heard good things about The Chills, the New Zealand band who were the support act, so I went inside the arena almost immediately and took my place in the mosh pit. The fact that I'd bought my ticket within minutes of them coming on sale meant that I was in the front section with a great close up view
We all had to sit on the floor until the security guards gave the signal, and when it eventually came, lots of people rushed to the front in the hope of staying there until Oasis came on stage. I was quite happy to stay at the back to be honest though, as it was close enough for me.
The Chills sounded really good in a Strokes/Ocean Colour Scene kind of way. However, the lead singer was very effeminate and his dancing was laughable - he needs to address that if they want to be big! I liked them though, and thought it was a tad unfair when huge cheers greeted his "this will be our last song" announcement. I suppose a Kiwi band in Australia should expect that!
I popped out for a final toilet break (and an orange juice?!) before reclaiming my place at the back of the moshpit. It gradually filled up over the course of the following 30-45 minutes, to the point where you could barely move. The loud speakers played some great music during this period though, including The Jam, The Coral and The La's. I wondered if Noel Gallagher had actually chosen the songs himself...
Finally, and indeed suddenly, the music stopped and a huge roar went up
By the time the first song had finished, I was 3 rows from the front and getting well into it, jumping up and down like the old days! However, by the time Liam dedicated Bring It All Down to "all the backpackers," I'd had enough of being clouted around the head by people being lifted out of the crowd, and retreated a few metres to where you could actually breath. This was a much better spot to watch the performance, and I couldn't have wished for a better viewpoint (being tall helps in these circumstances of course).
Cigarettes and Alcohol, dedicated to George Best, was the best song of the night in my opinion. Liam was on form, changing the lyrics whilst mocking the Aussies in the process: "All I need are cigarettes and alcohol...that's one of those round things ya know." Most of his ramblings were incomprehensible, as usual, although he thanked the crowd for being "the bollocks" and made fun of the dodgy weather that we'd been getting recently
Noel, on the other hand, was as miserable as sin the whole night. Up until the encore, he said just 2 words - "hello" and "thanks." I was debating whether or not to shout out "Cheer up Noel you miserable..." but he might have stormed off...so I decided against it. He made up for it slightly by dedicating Don't Look Back In Anger to the Aussie cricket team, but his lack of enthusiasm annoyed me. I later found out that (surprise surprise) he'd been arguing with Liam and refused to travel to the gig in the same bus as him, so that probably explains his bad mood.
Zak Starkey, Ringo's son, was great on drums throughout, pounding away and giving Oasis a new lease of life. Gem also looked pleased to be there, and really got into it on guitar. However, there was something missing that prevented it from being an amazing gig. I witnessed their special performance at maine Road in 1996 when they were so up for it (or 'mad for it'), but here they seemed to be going through the motions a bit, which is understandable to a degree as they've done so many gigs this year. Liam tried his best though, and the final song was a brilliant version of The Who's My Generation, so all is not lost by any means.
Certainly, as I walked back to the train station after their 1 hour 45 minute set, I heard lots of people enthusing about the gig. I definitely enjoyed it, but it was a steady performance rather than a spectacular one. I listened to Definitely maybe on the way back to Brisbane, which is and always will be pure genius...I just wish that Noel would cheer up a bit!