On the surface, (What's the Story) Morning Glory? is just big dumb derivative rock and roll -- as a matter of fact, under the surface it's just big, dumb, derivative rock and roll. That's why it rules. It has no significance whatsoever -- socially, politically, intellectually, or, for that matter, even to the future of rock and roll itself. Not for a second does it pretend to have any value beyond sounding absolutely wonderful: these maniacal Britfucks aren't beholden to any subculture, any scene, anything beyond their precious ambition. All they want is to be the greatest rock and roll band in the world.
In a rock era dominated by Americans with huge agendas, that sort of ambition could only come from the U.K., where the ascendance of alternative hasn't turned their world upside down. And while five years ago, I might have laughed at such an ambition, and five years from now, I might wonder what I ever got from Oasis in the first place, right now, to me, they have the only attitude that makes any sense whatsoever. Furthermore, its neither buoyed nor encumbered by the antics of the people who created it -- I couldn't give a fuck if Noel or Liam Gallagher overdose or get murdered or commit suicide or break up the band or just make shitty records from here on out. I just can't be bothered to care about these people. All I need is what I got right now and that's this question: "What's the story morning glory? Well?"
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This document created 13 August 2001
I was listening to Wilco -- Yankee Hotel Foxtrot