Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds Concert.
What a life! I simply can not put into words how amazing that night was. It was a Friday night, the fourth of May. Me and my mate Emma travelled into Manchester on the train, grabbing sandwiches from the station. The weather was surprisingly warm allowing us both to ditch the tights and flaunt our super deathly pale legs. We arrived in Manchester and had to scramble in our bags to find 30p for a wee! Then we emerged from the station with our maps on our phones at the ready to hunt down the arena. Luckily we were both experts as we’d completed our Duke of Edinburgh Awards!
We got to the arena and oh my fucking god. The stench of beer and fags hung in the warm night air. I’d never been so happy to smell it! We knew we’d found the arena. Then it only just started to dawn on me that we were the only young girls there. Majority were drunk old men who’d loved oasis back in the day. Or couples who all claim ‘Wonderwall’ is their song. But anyway we got into the arena and Emma went to go get drinks so I was stood on my own in my blue flowery dress with bows all down the sleeves and my pink fury Adidas trainers which simply emphasis how tiny my feet are. But I didn’t feel out of place. I kind of felt like I belonged because I knew that once we got in there we’d all be united by our love of Noel Gallagher.
Emma came back with the drinks and I had a fruity cider and we found our seats. We went out again for another wee and to bin our cups, we didn’t get more drinks because I didn’t want to be out of it. I wanted to feel present. One cider just made me a little more confident and added to my buzz of excitement. There was an absolutely shit start up act. Fucking awful.
When we got back to our seats though we were between guys. On my right there was a group of older men who were definitely there for Oasis. On Emma’s side she had two younger guys. We sat down all prim and proper in our little outfits, everyone around us were probably thinking that we shouldn’t be there and that we wouldn’t know any of his songs! It didn’t matter though because I was buzzing by then. The atmosphere was amazing. The music changed and the feeling was crazy. It was building up and we all knew he was coming and I’m getting goosebumps just now thinking of it!
He came out to ‘Fort Knox’ and oh my fucking god! Time fucking stopped there and then. Then ‘Holy Mountain’ was next and yet no one was getting up to dance in our section. I was so puzzled. I really wanted to get up and I was bobbing in my seat but no one around us was. I knew ‘Keep on Reaching’ was coming next so I was like I’m not sitting down for that so the second it came on I was up.
Now let me tell you, the second I got up I didn’t sit down again, I danced all fucking night! I’ve never sweat so much in my life! It was fucking biblical!
I had a feeling that I was annoying the guy next to me because I bumped into him a couple times and he was still sitting down but I wasn’t going to let it stop me from dancing to fucking Noel.
It’s so weird as well because you’re like, fuck he’s right there in front of me and yet so far away! I breathed the same air and was in the same room as him! The man that has created so many songs that I’ve grown up listening too and that have pulled me through some tough times.
But when the first oasis cover he did came on the guys next to me got up and so I literally just screamed and danced even harder and he laughed and shouted too and it was awesome. By the end of the night I’d held his drink so he could take a video and head butted him in the shoulder from dancing so furiously and then held hands in the air and swayed as well as had his stubble tickle the back of my neck as he shouted in my ear. It was fucking hilarious the connections you make with people. And on the last song, ‘All you need is love’ he wrapped his arm around my waist and I did to him and Emma and we all danced arm in arm while hollering along to ‘All You Need Is Love’. It was brilliant, marvellous, fantastic! I loved every second of being there.
‘If I Had A Gun’ which is one of my favourites he played and man was it all I hoped it would be. It’s a moment I’ll replay in my mind forever! All the oasis covers I shouted along to and I’ve never danced so much ever in my life. Half way through the back of my neck was dripping with sweat and so I put my hair up in a bun and carried on dancing!
When it finished I didn’t want it to stop. I was so exhilarated and filled with energy and power! I felt like I could do anything! I was on top of the world and I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. Heavenly.
Thats what my heaven would be like I think, a constant Noel Gallagher concert.
When the lights came up I said goodbye to my friend of the night, the drunk guy next to me. He told me to have a good night and left with his mates. Me and Emma literally turned to each other when the lights came on and screamed about how fucking good it was! My eyes were wide open with wonder and how amazing you can feel by hearing such awesome music. We were heading out, following the massive crowds when a guy behind us was singing ‘live forever’. Noel didn’t play it so I guessed this guy wished he had but I didn’t realise at the time. I just recognised the words and started singing with him and so did Emma! It was awesome. All these old blokes in bomber jackets with their packets of fags turning around to see me in my flowery dress singing with one of my amazing friends and a complete stranger. When we finished our song and we were near the doors the guy thanked us. What a wonderful feeling! Such human connection brought about by music.
Then we erupted out into the night and we were floating on air back to the train station! Singing random mixtures of Oasis and Noel songs all the way there. Lunging over zebra crossings, only on the white stripes, and waiting for green men. We chattered away about the concert and it was awesome, sharing our absolute bliss at just experiencing one of the most amazing events of my life.
We got to the train station and Noel was just replaying over and over in my mind. I simply couldn’t take it all in, the blissful moment of swaying to ‘Dead In The Water’, screaming along to ‘Don’t Look Back In Anger’ and full on fist pumping the air to every beat of the drums and change in rhythm! What a night.
We bought ice creams from the Sainsbury’s in the train station and sat eating them while just picking out all of the amazing moments of the night.
The train journey back had us exhausted. The adrenaline leaving us with our heads drooping and our eyes slipping closed.
I got into bed that night back at Emma’s house, tucked up in my pyjamas with all my makeup wiped off but the grimy air of the city and sweat and cider still sticking to my skin. I lay there thinking, “Oh my god, I’ve just seen Noel Gallagher.” My little brain couldn’t comprehend it and still can’t now. The next night sitting on my bed reminiscing over the craziness of the night and the feelings one man and his music can evoke. Fucking biblical.
I really don’t know what else to say. I’m just lost for words. All I can remember is the feelings. The seconds between each song where I’d press my hand to my chest and feel my heart beating wildly. My little knees aching and my legs shaking. My hair swaying down my back, my hands pushing it out my face as I stare down at the stage, my whole body responding to the change in beats and rhythms. The amazing moment where I thrust my hand up in the air to match Noel’s.
Simply put, what a night!
This was written on the fifth of May, the day after the concert. It’s not written perfectly but I don’t want to change it because it’ll take away the truth of it, and the truth is this is written by a girl who was rapidly typing to try and capture the emotions she was feeling at the time because she simply didn’t want to forget.