I believe I was part of the original leak of this album back in 2002. I was on MIRC in a different room then the usual #Liveforever or #MP3oasis and I got chatting to a guy from Japan who looked at what I had to offer and said he'd give me a promo rip of that Coldplay album if he was able to download one of my Oasis bootlegs (can't remember what it was but it must have been something tasty) I agreed and he sent over the files to me and at first I thought he was going to send me some random shit but it was in-fact the much anticipated sophomore album by one of the biggest bands in the world. I do remember him asking me not to send it to anybody else because he'd get in trouble (I can't remember but maybe it was watermarked) .. anyways being the dick I was, I immediately sent it to Rollinice so he could distribute amongst his mob.
SUE ME COLDPLAY
Writing this also reminded me of the time I ripped a guy off and never sent him a bunch of bootlegs he wanted. I think at one point I had a website up of all the bootlegs I had to to offer and trade etc. Someone from Canada contacted me and requested a bunch and sent me $50 and the money did come in the mail (long before e-transfers etc) and I never did send him those bootlegs This must be going on 20 years now and I still feel bad about it lol.
I just noticed that The Strokes are going to be opening up for Red Hot Chili Peppers on some dates.
This made me think back to about 1999 and I liked a girl who was heavy into the Peppers and I ended up buying Californication at the shop. I still remember how painful it was to drop $25.00 on that CD and I can vividly remember picking the plastic wrap off of it and thinking I can't return it now
I got a load of Libertines stuff signed by Pete Doherty, as my weed dealer (and actual friend) was also Doherty's coke dealer.
He had a load of his blood paintings as payment for drugs.
He died not so long afterwards (heart attack while on holiday in France) leaving a GF and baby and apparently once word got out that he'd died all kinds of ghoulish characters were swarming all over his flat hassling his GF trying to find out where he stashed all his gear (and cash etc).
I don't think I ever mentioned this in 20 years of soapbox but 1998-2002 I played bass in a high-school band. We were called Supernova, like 600.000 other bands in Rome at that time. I got in because I liked Oasis and I knew one of the two guitarists. Strange, because we never did a single Oasis tune. We had a singer who was obsessed with Elton John and was he himself a renowned poof. Later he became an Elton John impersonator on TV.
We did a lot of Queen covers, we did Europe's The Final Countdown and a few originals written by the keyboard player. One of our tunes was called Bad Weather. After gigs we would get compliments because that song sounded "like a real song!". Incidentally, the guy who got me in was sacked two days after I arrived when he told the band "I've written a blues that goes 'doo-dah-dah-doos'". "I don't think so", said the keyboard player, and I've never seen that guy again, not even at school.
We played with this line-up (vox, guitar, bass, keyboards and drums) until late 2000, at which point the keyboard player and the singer left to make their Elton John duo, and we had to reinvent the band. We changed name, we got a girl as a singer and another guitarist (the previous was forced into leaving). By this time, we 4 members of the band didn't have one thing in common, musically. The guitarist was crazy about Dream Theater, the drummer thought Tico Torres was the bee's knees and I had just started listening to The Stone Roses! Our overall sound was really awful, we sounded like one of these nu-metal bands from the arse end middle of nowhere, like Missouri. We started gigging a lot though, and I was always afraid of inviting people to our shows because we sounded so bad. Musically we were very tight, but our choice of material was just shite. One time our singer's dad showed up at one of the gigs completely plastered and started singing along to our covers really loudly, it was possibly the lowest point in my puberty.
We recorded two demo CDs, one of which the drummer gave to Noel Gallagher when Oasis played in Rome in 2002. I was really ashamed of it. A few months later I received a message telling me to practice You Give Love a Bad Name, to which I just replied "Fuck off". I left the band the following week. I still have one rehearsal tape at home and video footage from our first demo recording session