Oasis: The Truth by Tony McCarroll

Author:Tony McCarroll [McCarroll, Tony]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781843582465
Publisher: John Blake
Published: 2010-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

3 MAY 1994. TJ’S, NEWPORT

I liked TJ’s. It is rumoured that this was where Kurt Cobain proposed to Courtney Love, so I reckoned the alcohol must be dangerously fuckin’ potent. We arrived to yet another packed-out house. The Welsh crowds were always that little bit less stable than elsewhere in the United Kingdom. There was always an edge.

4 MAY 1994, THE WHEREHOUSE, DERBY

Another packed performance. We stood and stared at each other in disbelief.

5 MAY 1994

Day off.

6 MAY 1994. THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE, LEICESTER

We always had an entourage with us. It had been the same for the last two years. And it was always a noisy and boisterous one. The attitude that we gave off on stage ran right though the group, so it was always adventurous, to say the least. The mentality was that of a Manchester City ‘away day’, which would inevitably lead to a right load of mither. Noel had started to lay down laws concerning behavioural requirements, which mainly fell upon deaf ears. ‘Stop fucking thieving, will you?’ he would demand of the group, but to no avail. With Noel, though, that meant most of the entourage were living on borrowed time.

We were stood on stage at the Princess Charlotte in Leicester, setting up for our soundcheck, when Noel noticed that BigUn was already leaving. We had arrived earlier than the rest and had already left our belongings in the dressing room. BigUn had only been here two minutes and he was already heading back to the van. Noel ordered him to stop. Through the microphone, his voice boomed around the large and empty room. BigUn turned to face us with a look on his face that screamed, ‘Shit I’ve been caught.’ He also looked pregnant, due to the fact he had obviously stuffed some ill-gotten prize under his shirt. We hadn’t even soundchecked and he was already grafting. Noel was not going to be happy.

‘What the fuck have you got under your jumper?’ Noel asked the sheepish-looking BigUn. In response, he pulled out a couple of dodgy silk shirts that Noel had brought down to change into after the gig. I presumed that BigUn had not been listening when Noel had told everyone to calm down – and not only that, he had actually grafted two of Noel’s own shirts. Things couldn’t get any worse for him.

But they could and they did.

In a vain attempt at a defence, BigUn now raised the two shirts in front of him and said, ‘Look Noel, it’s only two girl’s blouses. They’re shite, but our Kelly could wear them to college.’

Our ring of laughter was drowned out by Noel ordering him out of the venue over the microphone. This act of BigUn’s signalled the end for the majority of the Entourage, though – ironically – not for BigUn himself.

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