I always thought Noel Gallagher was the bigger asshole. But after experiencing the first two nights of Oasis’s long road to reunion, I finally get it. And I sympathize. I always find myself thinking about the famous quote from “A Bronx Tale”, when DeNiro grabs his son Calogero in frustration and says, “The saddest thing in life is wasted talent.” I’ve always felt that. I’d even take it further- the saddest thing in life is wasted potential. Watching someone with all the tools fck up. Not because they aren’t good enough, but because they can’t get out of their own way. It is absolutely brutal. It’ll drive you insane. For years, I thought Noel was just a miserable, stubborn, insufferable cunt. But this weekend it clicked. Liam Gallagher put on one of the greatest performances I’ve ever seen or heard in person. twice. All eyes were on him. All the pressure in the world. And he didn’t just rise to the occasion. He obliterated it. He was locked in. Clear. Loud. Coherent. Present. Charismatic. Unrecognizable in the best way. We finally saw the Liam that Noel’s probably seen his whole life. And for the first time, it made sense why Noel walked away 16 years ago, and why he was so reluctant to come back. This isn’t just one of the greatest rock & roll stories ever. It’s one of the greatest human ones too. Proof that no matter how deep the resentment runs, there’s always a shot at redemption. At forgiveness. At getting it right before it’s too late. I love this band.