Growing up you always heard about the mid-life crisis through any number of sitcoms on tv. It was usually a male who bought a hot car to feel more alive and relevant. I’m still not sure what age qualifies for a midlife crisis or if women even get them, but I think I had a very small one last night. It started out innocently enough. The Oasis Documentary: Supersonic was on netflix. Matt told me he wasn’t in the right emotional spot to watch it with me. I knew what he meant. I just kept watching. It’s always been trigger music for me simply because I can remember right where I was sitting as we sang Champagne Supernova in the summer going into 7th grade. It was beautiful and youthful. When we listened to those songs, I felt alive and didn’t think the world could get any bigger or cooler. It was a brilliant feeling.
Of course, the stories of the Gallaghar brothers getting in fights and not speaking for months always caught my attention, but it was always really just about the music for me. It was a really good documentary in both style and content. I just felt a little sad after watching it. Those two brothers came from absolutely nothing and for several years one was responsible for writing the best songs being played and the other sang them perfectly. They had enough talent to keep it going. That just didn’t happen. I guess it just couldn’t happen.
Nonetheless, lying in the bed and listening to this documentary made me want more in life like I did when I was 12 or 13. I wanted the excitement of anything is possible. So, I stayed up way too late googling everything I could about the Gallaghar boys, about later projects, and about their families. Made for a horrible netflix hangover for Monday. The only thing that makes it feel better is turning up the songs really loud and throwing my hair around. Those years were amazing: ’95,’96,’97. I felt so much.