Biblical
Rolling my suitcase down the streets of Manchester, I had an intrusive thought that will stick with me all weekend: what the hell am I doing here?
It’s impossible to overstate what an absolute, unabashed loser I am when it comes to Oasis. Their songs make me happy. They exist without pretense. They are dumb as hell, and so are their fans. There is no central guiding creative ethos to Oasis. They’re just a few dudes — led by homicidal brothers — who have always just wanted to write good tunes and become the biggest band in the world. Checkmate.
Yet here I am, waking up in Manchester in Adidas sweatpants and the buzz of anticipation.
[I will be writing more about this when it is over. I will also be an absolute monster on Instagram this weekend. I am very sorry to those of you who don’t give a shit about Oasis or even outright dislike them. I respect your opinions, but this is my moment, baby.]
