I purchased Hanson's debut album on tape at Newcastle Airport and listened to it on the way to Turkey til the batteries on my tape player ran out.
Christmas 1997 my parents asked me which CDs I wanted for Christmas. I could only choose 2 and I almost chose a Lighthouse Family album over Be Here Now. I remember agonising over the choice for weeks. The other CD I got was NOW 38.
I owned both Michael Jackson's greatest hits and bryan adams' waking up the neighbours, and traded both to my younger sister for her copy of morning glory after I got into oasis after I saw the video for "d'you know what I mean?" in late 1997.
I also think Ringo Starr's 'sentimental journey' album is better than every single thing Bob Dylan did between 2014-2019.
Once during a Neil Cassel set I laughed out loud when Balldog let out a massive fart, I was then told off by a man in a Bruce Springsteen t-shirt and shorts. I remember thinking what a loser this bloke was, Springsteen & shorts.
Fast forward 15 years I'm a Springsteen fan that doesn't hesitate to wear shorts to gigs.
My favourite Oasis memory is still Rollinice sending me stop crying your heart out over MIRC. Sent shivers down my spine when Liam started singing.
My very first MP3 I ever downloaded was Noel singing you've got to hide your love away. It took almost 2 hours ti download because people kept logging off Napster. My second was Minority by Green Day.
My first ever MP3's I got was a CD of REM's back catalogue from a computer fair. Like 10 albums on one CDR for £5, it blew my mind.
I once passed out to Little by Little by Oasis, Brighton Centre, December 2002. The security thought I was on drugs, but the truth was I thought I was cool wearing a parker in Brighton. I wasn't cool, I was a twat in a parker that passed out to little by little.
I once got really annoyed & called JP a fake who was just trying to look cool for liking Trout Mask Replica.
Once at a Charlatans gig in Sheffield I had a really terrible cold. The venue was half empty before the support slot. I had a huge lump of snot in my throat & uncharacteristically decided to empty my throat. Somehow I didn't aim down properly & it took off and landed on the back of a girls cardigan in front of me. She didn't notice, I turned around and walked swiftly to the toilet. I've never been more disgusted with myself in my life.
Not only did some cockney gob on her, the support band were The Feeling. Still feel awful to this day.
I spent way too much time in my golden years downloading Oasis bootlegs on MIRC. I'd tell my mates I was sick or busy but I'd be glued to my computer downloading. Horrible how many good nights I missed at that shit.
I use to actually rip the bootlegs on CDs and for a while I was printing off the fan atwork etc.. what a waste of time and fucking printer ink.