Oasis: Supersonic Page #2

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f***ing name though 'cause it's terrible."

There was a poster in our room

for the Inspiral Carpets.

It certainly wasn't about Swindon Oasis.

It was like, you know,

there was a kebab shop called Oasis.

There was a f***ing taxi rank called Oasis.

That f***ing name keeps coming up, "Oasis".

We were, kind of,

a little bit out on our own.

I just thought, "Oasis", that was good, man.

I'm not in Oasis at this point.

I'm not in a band,

I've no intention of being in a band.

I'm just part of a road crew

for Inspiral Carpets

trying not to get sacked from this job

because I f***ing blagged my way into it

and I'm an absolute chancer.

The main thing was, like,

getting Noel in the band.

Good morning!

He was a songwriter.

He's a tight bastard!

I'm okay with me.

In my head, I thought, "He'll come off tour

"when he sees that we're doing it

instead of talking about it,

"he'll want to join our band

and he'll do the business."

I've done a couple of tours of America.

I'd been to Argentina.

I'd been to Japan.

So as far as they went, I went with them.

I met Mark Coyle,

sat at the back of the tour bus

smoking weed and doing the monitors.

That's how I met Noel,

pulling this f***ing face

because this is his thing.

He's the roadie for that band.

And as soon as we started talking

we were, f***ing, best mates straightaway.

If there's one thing I'd remember about Noel,

is that he never had a f***ing dirty hand.

But he loved that band.

They were all terrified of him.

Yeah, he was just the boss all the way,

from the minute go when I met him.

I thought we were great.

I mean, clearly we weren't

because we did get fired,

separately got fired by the band,

for being unprofessional

and somewhat unapproachable

by various tour managers.

Lazy c*nts!

Yeah!

I'd like to thank the Inspiral Carpets

for sacking him. Well done!

We had some great, funny f***ing times.

I wasn't sitting at the side of the stage,

tuning guitars, thinking,

"One day, this is going to be me."

I thought that I'd arrived at that point

and that was it.

I thought, "This will f***ing do me,"

do you know what I mean?

I was doing a gig in Munich.

I was somebody sound-checking a bass drum.

Boom.

One, two. What's sibilance?

I used to phone home on a Sunday,

phone my mum.

It's Noel.

On the phone? Just a minute.

I'll get it out here. Hello?

How are you, Noel?

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

Just doing Liam's washing for him.

Doing his dirty washing for him.

But, anyway, we were chatting

away about family stuff

and then I said, "How's Liam?"

"Oh, he's out rehearsing."

"What for? He's not joined the

Shakespeare f***ing group, has he?"

"Oh, no, he's in a band."

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