Oasis
Live ‘25 Reunion TourSeptember 1, 2025
Metlife Stadium
with Cage the Elephant
It was the tour...
It was the tour that even the largest skeptics/fans of the band figured would never happen. About 13 months ago, I caught a weird stirring in the Oasis camp and knew something was up. During my last vacation, I went to Colorado to see Portugal. The Man for a few dates. At a meet-and-greet, I came inches from asking frontman, John Gourley (Noted Oasis fanatic), whether he thought a reunion was in the works, but as I shook his hand in Vale, CO, all I could manage was,
“Dude, omg, I’ve been … Fan so long… Thanks, ok, see ya. Have a good set.”
I look back on that opportunity as more of a humorous story now. Possibly a wasted chance to have some fun conversation with an idol, but alas, it never happened. I retained hope about Oasis, though!
Within two months...
Within two months, my theory became a solid reality as the Brit-pop icons announced a full-fledged tour with two dates near my neck of the woods, at MetLife Stadium. My wife and I have been together sixteen years, and with Oasis being a large part of our relationship generally, I didn't really have to ask her to grab tickets. We were in!
I nearly ...
I nearly crapped my pants. I didn’t think that we were actually going for a while. Surely, Liam or Noel would talk shit on their brother and fellow bandmate, and so many people’s hopes for a reunion would be gone like a puff of smoke.
My friends are...
My friends are all sick of hearing this story, but the beauty of explaining it in an article is that I can tell my one interesting Oasis story to fresh eyeballs! Perhaps the irony of said story will get a laugh from someone needing one.
The year was 2005 because I'm old as shit, and just after graduation from high school, an interesting, inter-borough NYC event was announced for October 1st and 2nd. Dubbed ‘Across the Narrows,’ the event held various concerts throughout the City with a pretty good lineup at each location. For those who have ever fallen victim to making a deeply gut-wrenching decision, such as picking someone who has a schedule conflict with another favorite artist, this next part will strike a chord.
Both the Pixies and Oasis...
Both the Pixies and Oasis were booked to headline wildly different locations at times that prevented attendance at both shows. We simply could not have seen both acts; they were too far from each other, and we’d never get there relying on the subway. We had the decision of a lifetime ahead of us, and we were only 18! Whatever were we to do?
Like any normal teenagers, we had a deeply over-analytical conversation about the politics of both bands and how this could affect our Across the Narrows experience. I’ll jump to the core arguments, to spare this from being a 4,000-word article.
Pixies
Pixies: Were just getting back together after a long hiatus. In addition, they were playing geographically closer to us, making the chance of missing them much lower than Oasis.
A more historically famous ....
Oasis: A more historically famous band than the Pixies, despite our preferences. The fame led us to believe there was less of a chance they would break up. We also assumed that if the Brothers were bothering to come across the Pond, we stood a good chance of catching them later in the year, or next. Also, the venue they were at was HUGE, so unlike the Pixies, where we were able to yell Frank Black’s words back to him, we’d need to fry in the sun for a while in order to get any sort of decent spots. I really have a hard time in the heat, so this only pushed my vote more staunchly in the direction of Kim Deal and Joey Santiago.
SIDE NOTE - I’m not the biggest fan of drummer David Lovering, and it’s nothing personal. I just cannot trust a man who pursued Birthday Clowning and Magicianship as a serious job for numerous years following the band's breakup (Look it up, not kidding).
Day of...
Day of: Glorious day out. In NYC, you always take a chance when buying outdoor tickets to anything. We have weird weather sometimes. Not today, though. It was the kind of beautiful day that glues memories into your brain (EHEM). We knew the Oasis crew would have a good time, and that made us happy. The Pixies were an absolute delight and, in the moment, we regretted nothing.
Over the next four years
Over the next four years, I don’t believe the opportunity ever presented itself to us to go see Oasis again. These things happen, and normally you think nothing of them, until 4 years on from then, when we caught word the Brothers Gallagher had a fresh spat and dissolved the band in August of ‘09.
FUCK! FUCK, IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED?! THESE PRICKS PULLED THE PLUG?
…. Shit, there goes that dream.
Resignationn...
Everyone resigned themselves to never catching Oasis again. Everyone I knew who was a fan gave the opportunity of a reunion less than 0% odds, and I certainly agreed. The most humorous part is that following 2005-06, the Pixies went on a tear where you couldn’t miss them!!! I saw them numerous times from that date on, when the chances of that happening in ‘05 were very slim. OH, THE IRONY!!!
I’ll skip 16 years of lamenting my decision, because I truly did. It was one of my life’s largest regrets, never catching Oasis live.
Reports of the reunion shows...
Reports of the reunion shows in the UK were extremely positive, with news from Cardiff saying the boys were, in fact, somehow, back. And the setlist wasn’t fucking around either. Liam said in Mexico (or was it at the Rose Bowl?) how grateful he was for the turnout because being a fan of the band must be really fucking hard, and they seemed genuinely apologetic for depriving us of the awesome time they knew they were capable of.
Septbember 1st, 2025...
September 1st, 2025, came and felt surreal. With fewer options, my wife sacked-up and drove us out to the venue in New Jersey. We got there very early, but it was extremely fortuitous. A wave of my walking cane left the over-tired parking attendants in a moment of having to make a decision, which they never like to do early. So, after waving us through to basically park wherever we wanted, we aimed for a spot that had easy access to the pop-up shop, which was to be present only in these wee hours, offering merch that you really couldn’t get elsewhere.
And Nine Inch Nails Tommorow?!?!...
With my walking issues, I was happy to ready myself for the Nine Inch Nails show I had tickets for the day after, zooting on my vape cartridge, while she made a mad dash for the store. Because of both her timing and awesomeness, I landed a reversible Oasis bucket hat and an official Adidas Oasis jumper top (that is so F****ng cozy).
We forgot we had bought ADA-esque tickets, and the view was really quite good. MetLife Stadium actually hosts events nicely; I had never been, but the staff was mostly chill and quite helpful. There is one point of contention that occurred later, but it was my own fault, so we will get into that below.
First Opener...
I forgot the name of the first band, but if ever did Oasis find a band that sounded like Oasis to open for them on this leg, it was these gents. That’s not a dig, necessarily, but by giving off any similarity to what we were there to all see, I found myself ‘listening’ (but not listening) to them. They were good, tight, and seemed to have a fair amount of songs about getting fucked up in London. I’m sorry to say I don’t remember a note of what I heard. It is not their fault - As 1st act openers, you come, you play, and gratefully get lost in someone’s experience along the way.
<43>Cage The Elephant...
Next up were apt openers and fellow band ‘containing brothers on guitar and vocals’, respectively, Cage the Elephant. Cage the Elephant has eluded me since, like, 2014. I don’t really know why. I’ve seen them a handful of times. My wife is a large fan and always attempted to put me onto them, to a resounding negative reaction that has pulled back in recent years. Truth be told, I don’t know what my beef was. It didn’t take too far into their set for me to finally ‘get it’ and resign myself to being a full-on convert.
There's really nothing not to...
There’s really nothing not to like when I reflect on Cage the Elephant. We’ve got a good old catchy, twangy guitar over a solid rhythm section and a guy yelling about, ‘God DAMMIT, I am trying … I’m trying, ok?’ It’s not too far from Oasis’ topical lyrics with some southern rock (and typically a sweet fire show that they did not do here) added on top. Listen, folks, you can always come back from being a hater. Your friends will make fun of you, but if your opinion has changed, well, shit, you have some time to catch up and better get listening. Really awesome performance from Cage the Elephant, and it’s just nice to see Matt Shultz (Singer) looking healthy and coming back to form once again. He had a rough few years in there but he’s finally looking like he’s in a good spot again, and who doesn’t love to hear that?
Oasis:
Christ, it took all day for these fuckers to come on! Oh, wait, sorry - I’ve forgotten what time is, you’re good -
Okay...
Okay, let’s start with the most minimal kerfuffle one can have with Security period, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t SUCK! Again, it was my fault. I totally brought it on myself by not properly scouting the situation, but if you recall, I was sitting in ADA, and behind me was the wheelchaired seating. Obviously, a guard is left for the folks in the wheelchair area at all shows, as they should be. What this meant for me is that not five seconds into Acquiesce, whilst thinking myself unseen from the previous drag taken from my vape cart, I received a friendly grab on my side from a man who just said, “Please don’t smoke.”
He was right!...
He was right! My bad! I nodded a solid yes to him (because I wasn’t going to get kicked from this show, you kidding me?) and begrudgingly shoved my battery into the depths of my right pocket. He then proceeded to watch me like a hawk the rest of the night. It was clear that one more puff meant I was gone, which, for an Oasis show, a band famous for a chorus that goes, “Where were you while we were getting high?” I had played this one poorly, for how I usually like to watch my live music. Oh, well!
It didn’t really make much of a difference. Music has that power to hit you in the dopamine just the same, and I was ready for a transcendental experience.
In case you've forgotten...
In case you've forgotten, 2025 has been a shitty year for a fuck-ton of people. I was no different, having lost my Dad in March and still cleaning up the literal and bureaucratic mess that awaits an only child in September with, seemingly, no end in sight for QUITE some time. We were nearly 6 months into trying to handle his affairs, and my impatience with the bullshit towards the matter was waning.
During the Oasis set
During the Oasis set, I found myself with newfound appreciation for Cast No Shadow, thanks to Pops. Before he had a heart attack in a random condominium in South Carolina, I hadn’t talked with my Dad for six years. That fact is fine with me. He was a fine father when I was young. He went kind of a lot of crazy before he moved to a State he hated, only hitting me up occasionally for money, then really losing it before he died. It was better that we were estranged. No regrets there. At the same time, fucker was my dad and, while I was a kid, he was a good guy. He didn’t deserve the hand he got dealt.
That hit hard during the chant of, “As they took his soul, they stole his pride.” The guy died with $156 in his bank account. He also made a complete mess of the place because life had driven him crazy. I think there’s a corollary one can draw here. They took his soul, and when that wasn’t enough, because it never is, when he’s on the ground, getting kicked and bleeding, you’re getting in shots, just to get them in, and that is where they also stole his pride.
I hadn't felt for the guy in years. Put up a facade and didn't really care what happened in his corner, so long as he stayed in it. This man on stage, thirty years my Father's junior, though, saw right through me in the second deck. He saw me and said, "I hear ya' man. Sometimes they come in and take some. Sometimes they take it all. But, usually, they keep pickin', vultures that they are." And, for the first time, he helped me piece that together. Thank you, Oasis, and Liam. I won't forget the experience soon.
In addition...
In addition, my best friend, while growing up, Rob, was the one who (somehow) was the larger Oasis fan between the two of us. We roomed in our first year of college, where I remember long nights of learning Oasis songs on guitar just to drunkenly yell the lyrics as loud as we could while everyone scurried to class.
Rob and I became estranged for a number of reasons, just like my Dad and I. Rob also had a weird, undiagnosed (?) seizure disorder. A couple of years ago, he just upped and died in his sleep. I don’t have further details, but, yeah - The dude was 37, and now he - Wasn’t.
I had bets on whether I’d cry or not during the show, with Oasis being such an emotionally moving batch of chaps and all. The odds were strongly in favor of crying. Only a few times did I find myself doing so, I’m happy to report.
With some chips on my shoulders...
With some chips on my shoulders, I needed to get them wiped off. They were fucking my head up. There's a line in Some Might Say where Liam talks about "Itchin' in the kitchen once again." This was a favorite of Rob's. One he would belt extra hard if we were trying to look cool in front of people at parties.
As a parting gift to him, I did the same, and for a second, we were 15 again, naively wondering what this weird British man was talking about.
In High School, Rob's favorite debate to pose to unsuspecting people was, "Where were you while we were getting high?" He meant it philosophically, in the same way the song did - I know where I was and what I was doing and am okay with my actions in that timeframe - What were you up to?"
There was a flash of a moment...
There was a flash of a moment, where I was mouth agape at the big screens, where I could see more of what the Brothers did throughout the show, as Liam finished the outro to Champagne Supernova and did a finger-snap of some kind, right as the firework closing act let off into the sky. It was pretty easy to understand the symbolism present here, so I’ll just say my kudos to Rob and wish him well wherever he is. At least he gave me this to enjoy.
I didn't expect the emotional rollercoaster...
I didn't expect the emotional rollercoaster I experienced when seeing Oasis, but I guess I have been a fan for a good 25 years now, so you often forget the impact that something which merely exists that long for you has. Emotional things aside, this was arguably one of the greatest rock shows of a crazy number of rock shows attended in my lifetime. I wish I'd had the money to follow them on this tour, but just the one performance was so tight, loud, and fear-assuaging, I'm happy sitting on my couch watching pictures of Liam wearing a giant sombrero on his head while playing a giant Mexican colosseum. I'll definitely be around for every possible one the next time we get together, though, chaps! Stay brilliant.
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