August Forever
In December of 2008, I won a radio giveaway contest to see my favorite band, Oasis. I had just turned sixteen a couple of days before, so I considered it the ultimate birthday gift from the universe. I wanted it way more than a car or a sweet sixteen party, as I had no desire to drive yet nor embarrass myself in front of the few friends I had. Despite my enthusiasm for Oasis, I have always been pretty bashful about talking about my love for them. Ever since I became a mega fan when I was thirteen, I have read thousands of “ Oasis sucks ” articles, seen every “Oasis is shite” tweet and internalized every single “Oasis is dumb” comment that has been posted online. I have all the main points memorized: They are Beatles rip offs. Liam Gallagher can’t sing. Noel Gallagher is an awful lyricist and terrible guitarist. The brothers have too big of an ego for the little talent they have. They’re a boring live act. All they do is stand there. They only have one or two good albums. A...
