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Jake Brennan (0:00)
Foreign double Elvis. You guys feel that? That's the summer. It's starting to fade away. It's the fall creeping in with those cooler temps and quints. My go to brand for great fitting, great looking quality clothing. They got me covered with fall staples that are going to freshen up my wardrobe. I'm rocking the European linen chore jacket right now. It's lightweight enough to layer over a flannel, but heavy enough to keep you warm if you're just wearing a T shirt under it. And it looks awesome. The color is cool. It's this martini olive color. And you know who doesn't like olives or martinis? Also, I bragged about Quince's Mongolian cashmere crewneck sweater before for a reason because it looks awesome and it's super comfortable. I've already got one in heather gray, but I'm going to nab the black one from Quince very shortly. Perfect for the fall. Quince is my go to, guys. I've been talking about them for months now. 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I stay up way later than I want to. I still got to get up early in the morning and I'm bone tired. Coffee isn't helping. So thankfully I've got my stash of five hour energy and they've got this new confetti craze flavor that I love. It's fantastic. Tastes great, Tastes like a party in a bottle, which when you're dragging in the morning, believe me, is much needed. Fantastic flavor with this new five Hour Energy Confetti. Great. It's just vanilla y buttery. That's my jam right there. One of the things I also like about five Hour Energy, the bottles. As you probably know, they're tiny and resealable. I can take them anywhere I want. So if I'm going to hit a wall later in the day, I'm prepared. I just tap into my five Hour Energy stash and I am good to go. Wherever I go, this is a little party in a bottle. It's going to pump you up, it's going to get you rolling into your day, whether it's the morning, whether it's the afternoon, whether it's nighttime. Five Hour Energy Confetti Craze Flavor is available online. Head to www.fivehourenergy.com or Amazon to order yours today. Disgraceland is a production of Double Elvis. Oasis. Their beginnings as a band, their commitment to becoming the greatest rock and roll band the world has ever seen, and the relationship between Noel and Liam Gallagher is so complex that two episodes were needed to properly tell this story. If you're just getting hip to this now, I suggest you hit pause and go back to Disgraceland. Episode 73, or Part 1 of the OASIS Story, where we discuss the influence of Manchester football and house music on Noel Gallagher's songwriting, as well as a riotous lunch in Munich and the band's breakthrough album and first trek across the pond to the United States. In this episode, we get into the band's explosion of international fame with the release of their second album, and deeper into the rivalry between Noel and Liam Gallagher, as well as the rivalry between Oasis and Blur. And of course, more drugs, more alcohol, more British tabloid pressure, and more dysfunction and hilarity from the brothers Gallagher. We also, of course, get into the music Oasis created, music that made fans across the world, quote, unquote, mad for it. Great music. Unlike that music I played for you at the top of the show, that wasn't great music. That was a preset loop from my melotron called Big bag of Charlie MK2. I played you that loop because I can't afford the rights to Fantasy by Mariah Carey. And why would I play you that specific slice of TomTom genius cheese? Could I afford it? Because that was the number one song in America on October 2, 1995, and that was the day that Oasis second album was what's the story? Morning Glory was released, making them, for a time anyway, the biggest band on the planet, A goal they set out to achieve back in their Manchester Council flat days. And that had come true a mere four years later on this episode. Sibling rivalry, pop star, tabloid gold, a waning commitment, big bags of Charlie and the biggest band on the planet, Oasis. I'm Jake Brennan, and this is disgrace. Their set was so dismal. The band were the type of wasted where it doesn't matter how hard you try, your efforts are no good. It didn't help matters that Liam Gallagher kept retreating to the back of the stage to snort more lines of crystal meth to keep him going. Not only was Oasis wasted, their crew was wasted just as high and just as sleep deprived on meth as members of the band, save for Noel Gallagher, who was in slightly better shape than the rest of them. Whichever member of the road crew wrote out the set list that night fucked up royally. Different set lists, with a different set sequence of songs to be played were distributed to each band member. But what happened was disastrous. Oasis, while on stage for the first time in America at the hallowed Whiskey a Go Go club in Los Angeles, California, hailed by the UK press and their record label as the second coming of the Beatles, the next great English act since the Sex Pistols. Supposed greatness incarnate, in front of a crowd of rabid fans, tastemakers, journalists and record company executives were so high on crystal meth that individual band members were literally performing different songs at the same time. It was a mess. The crowd was perplexed, if not pissed. Noel Gallagher was definitely pissed. He couldn't believe what his brother Liam was turning in on stage. Complete rubbish of a performance. Noel glared at him. It was embarrassing. Liam caught that big brother smugness and was having none of it. He launched his tambourine straight at Noel on stage to signal to him that he was in no mood for his shit. Didn't matter if they were on stage in front of 500 people. The band lasted a couple more songs and mercifully left the stage when they were off. That's when the real sparks started flying. The brothers had to physically be held apart from killing each other. Noel was apoplectic. Liam was oblivious. Anger, ignorance, two sides of the same coin spinning off the rails. Noel lost it and temporarily quit the band. He split to San Francisco and then to Vegas and resurfaced in Austin, where the band was waiting for a previously scheduled recording session before resuming their American tour in Minneapolis. From there, once reconciled, after making the band feel the fear of not having the older, wiser brother in the picture, Oasis recommitted to themselves and turned in a hell of a Debut tour, laying waste to small to medium sized rock clubs all over the country. By the time they finished the tour at Wetlands in New York City, to another packed club of American scenesters, case makers, journalists and record executives, the band were on their game. And the dust up on stage in LA only served to add to the growing myth around them. Here was a true rock and roll band capable of blue. Blowing your mind in one moment and blowing it all up in the other. You never knew what you were going to get. Which made Oasis all the more appealing. On the plane home, Liam read the press. He didn't get it. It was all portrayed as some sort of plan, some sort of preconceived thing. Oasis rise to rock stardom. He knew in his gut that it wasn't. It was just the way things were supposed to be. Because of the way they were, the way they'd always been. It was at least the way he'd always been. Manchester, England, during the time Liam and Noel Gallagher were growing up in the 70s and 80s was bleak. A manufacturing town with its best days behind it. The unemployment and crime rates soared in the council estate or public housing where the Gallaghers grew up. Raised by their single mom with their violent absentee dad in the mix for a portion of time, life was far from ideal. It was a hand to mouth, hardscrabble life at best. And Liam hated school. What was the point? University wasn't in the works and there were no jobs. It was the dole and the dole alone. Queue up, sign on. In the meantime, there was weed. Lots of it. Music. The Beatles, the Beatles and more Beatles. Liam wasn't entirely unconvinced that John Lennon wasn't living inside of his body. There were girls. Pretty boy that he was, he never had a hard time with the Birds fighting. He was ready for it. Always. He would not take any from anyone, not even his older brother Noel, who at the time Liam was navigating his teenage years, was off sniffing glue to get high and robbing houses to get by. And of course, football. Manchester City, of course. Like everyone in his family, Liam was a supporter, but not so loyal that after getting expelled from school at the age of 15, he wouldn't stoop to making extra cash working for Man City's crosstown rivals, Manchester United. Liam served as a valet, parking cars for the players. And along with Oasis first drummer Tony McCarroll, the two got up to executing serious payback for any and all Man City losses to United by taking a wirewool brush to the car of United player, Paul Ince, and stealing the door off the car of another player, Eric Cantona. It was the hooligan in him naturally, finding its way out. Same as the music, the desire to sing, the realization that singing that music offered him some sort of path forward towards something other than the dole in crime, and that his mates, fellow hooligans, Gigsy, Bonehead and McCarroll, had the same intentions and had the same music in them as well. Once this became clear to Liam Gallagher, there was only one thing to become the greatest rock and roll frontman the world had ever seen. So that's. That's exactly what he did.
