The Sunday Morning “Nobody-Asked-Me-To, But-Here-I-Go-Anyway” Concert Review – Oasis.

(or, Why I Will Never Be A Professional Concert Reviewer…)

True Confessions: This was one concert we hemmed and hawed about, since it was first announced. I couldn’t convince myself to pick up tickets, and Mrs. That Dan Guy couldn’t be convinced she should attend.

At the very 11^th-hour, after playing the classic 1995 release “What’s The Story, Morning Glory” CD over breakfast – as she sung along to several songs, I knew that she had taken the bait, and it was time to spring my trap. I proposed that we visit Stampede Casino for dinner, along with say…a stop to go see Oasis. She agreed, if not just to see me quit moping and whining.

So, on the dayof the actual show, we purchased tickets, and set out to see Oasis live.

I’ve been a fan since I first heard them. They’ve always sounded a lot like the Beatles to me, Lennon Beatles specifically. While they do tend to wander off frequently into self-serving blandness, the big hits are exceptional, especially on the aforementioned Morning Glory CD.

The show opened with a newcomer from California, Matt Costa. An earnest acoustic folkie/troubadour, he’s just the sort of fellow you depart from the living room during his guitar-playing at a party, in search of another beer, or anything remotely close to interesting. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…

Prior to the headliners, Ryan Adams & The Cardinals kicked off a lengthy set. I had always imagined Ryan Adams as a folksy singer songwriter, so imagine my surprise when he kicked off his set with some heavy, heavy rock. Enjoyable, he was more in his element when he defaulted to his known songbook, a bit less sonic, and more melodic.

Adams utilizes the odd rock posture of a few other performers. He slouches forward a bit, then brings one leg up to his abdomen. “I Gotta, Gotta Pee” comes to my mind whenever I see a rocker using this stance. Please lads, go before you come onstage…

Finally – Oasis! Confirming Mrs. That Dan Guy’s worst fears, they rocked, pronouncedly. However, the hits were a direct contrast, and best-received by the sold-out audience (thanks to our last-minute purchase). When they hit their stride with the big tunes, they were freakin’ unreal – most especially during an unplugged encore sing-a-long, of “Don’t Look Back In Anger”.

Worth the price of admission, right there.

Chow for now!

(NOTE: This posting should have appeared almost an hour ago, with a video clip. Loading an eight-second video clip apparently takes at least that long... I got tired of waiting, and loaded that lousy picture.)