A los que ya llevamos años desternillándonos con las entrevistas de Gallagher Sr. no nos extrañó lo más mínimo que Noel resultara ser un blogger ingenioso e irreverente. Sin embargo, los talibanes del indie en la NME deben estar apretando dientes esta noche tras ver como nuestro Mancunian favorito se llevaba el premio al mejor blog, pasando por encima de los mismísimos Radiohead, pioneros de esto del internet. Lo más curioso es que Noel se confiesa un completo analfabeto digital, que carece hasta de ordenador propio y envía sus posts vía SMS desde la ciudad de turno en la que la banda esté actuando.
Para los que no lo conozcan, recomiendo la lectura regular de los comentarios gruñones de Noel en sus Tales From The Middle Of Nowhere, donde no deja títere con cabeza en la música, la política, el establishment británico o su propia banda. El blog puede seguirse en el MySpace de Oasis.
Como homenaje al primer premio "literario" de Noel, reproducimos el post inaugural (nota: "GD" son las iniciales de "General Dread", el nombre rastafari de Noel (long story... otro día)
Ah, por cierto, Oasis también ha ganado el premio de la NME a la Mejor Banda Británica, pero de esos ya tienen muchos.
26 August 2008
Hiya kid.
So...I'm leaving home in London yesterday. Literally putting my bags in the car and this lad comes up to me.. "Can I get a quick picture?" he asks. "Dunno..CAN you?" says I. Anyway while his mate is taking a reasonably quick snap he informs me that he was one of the lucky ones to get tickets for our tour in October. "I hope you're not putting any of 'em on e-bay?" "No chance, mate" he says "I'm going with my granddad ..he fuckin' loves you lot!" JESUS CHRIST!!! I ask him how old his granddad is in the vain hope he might be freakishly young...like. say..50? "65" he says. "He's been into you lot since '94!!"
At Heathrow airport the righteous people of B.A. have upgraded everyone to 1st class except for tour dj Phil Smith who has been mysteriously downgraded to "premium economy" (whatever that is). Halfway through the flight I'm interrupted by one of the cabin crew who's laughing nervously saying, "Mr. Gallagher your brother seems to have collapsed in the aisle!" (YES! AT LAST!!!) And sure enough....there he is, face down in the aisle unconscious. "Shall I wake him?" asks the attendant. "Nah, leave him there..he's only looking for attention!"
Somewhat predictably U.S. immigration nearly takes as long as the flight. I think the sight of a true, real life evil genius has the young officer flustered. No major drama though except one of my bags hasn't made it. THE BASTARD. Please don't let me suffer the indignity of shopping for undies on the morning of the gig the person who serves me is bound to be a fan! Seattle seems to have changed though (and for the better, I might add) since the last time we were here (whenever that was). Had a quick skip down the venue to check what the wizards have done with the lights for this tour. It looks pretty good, I must say. Fuck knows how we manage to afford all this stuff. Pink Floyd eat your heart out! Anyway gotta fly, I have an excruciatingly pointless interview to do…'til next time.
In a bit.
GD
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