Monday, November 20, 2006

Sleeve Notes for "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?"

Coming down off the nova somewhere near the boiled egg that is the Royal Albert Hall, we watch Paul's sun crossed with John's star and hold ice cream hands. Someone slipped on a cassette as the one you wanted left with someone else but somehow it was cool because as the music filled the shadows, you heard a sound that was a million miles away from fakery and a step away from your heart.

Just like it always did, this sound puts the swagger back into your step, the rush into your blood, but somehow, and I don't know how, they had become deeper, wider, soulful, better at their craft, inspired by so many things like a world that is tilting who knows where and the applause they always knew was theirs but waited so impatiently to receive. Words cut you from all angles, backed up by a monumental sound that rises high, high and high to crash against your rocks and then changes, majestically and magically to soothe the wounds inside.

As you are dragged inside on this trip abandon, you hear a council estate singing its heart out, you hear the clink of loose change that is never enough to buy what you need, boredom and poverty, hours spent with a burnt out guitar, dirty pubs and cracked up pavements, violence and Iove, all rolled into one, and now all this.

At the end you flip over and start again because now you are not isolated. They have gone to work so that you can go home. High above the day turns pink and you feel your feet lift above the ground as new roads open up in front of you. In this town the jury is always rigged but the people know. They always know the truth. Believe. Belief. Beyond. Their morning glory.

P.H. in the summer of '95.
(from the Oasis Official Website)


Anonymous said...

so who is P.H.?

individuel said...

I found your blog when I was looking for these lines from the Morning Glory album, but then I stayed around and read more. The tagline "but for the sky there are no fences facin" is from a favourite song. Just fyi.

It seems you stopped blogging years ago, but your words are still here. I used to blog too, but I deleted everything. My past exists only in my mind and I can shape it the way I want. You are brave to keep your words here, and your past is so reachable, in a way.

I don't know if you will even read this comment, and you don't even know me. But I feel like I know you, a little, who you used to be 4 years ago atleast.
Maybe I understand or relate to all that in a way, the alcohol, the aimlessness, the boredom and all that, but maybe I'm just reading too much into the your words. Whatever it is, I hope you are happy now.
Hope your world is brighter and better.

Also, a sequel to Before Sunset "would take the piss
out of the whole thing." :)

Thanks for the Oasis sleeve notes.

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