Don't believe what they say about Oasis - The Chaff with Scott Stephenson

An alarming number of people are claiming that they “went” to the Oasis reunion show in Toronto on Sunday. But let us be perfectly clear: this is a lie. No reunion occurred because there is nothing to reunite. Oasis never existed. Connect the dots here, people, before it is too late.

 

The narrative we are spoon-fed goes like this: two brothers, Noel and Liam Gallagher, formed a band in Manchester in the early 90s, recorded a string of albums, and wrote some of the most enduring anthems of the decade. But once you begin to examine the cracks in this story, the whole thing collapses. The supposed Gallagher “brothers” are not brothers at all. In fact, their real names are Nigel Crumblethwaite and Leopold Tuppins. Not only are they cousins, they do not even share a surname, which is the most basic evidence that should have ended the debate years ago. Yet we continue to let the lie fester. Of course, Wikipedia has been edited by shadowy hands to erase this and feed us Wonderwall after Wonderwall of false information.

 

And what of this so-called “concert” in Toronto? Everyone who “attended” can talk about nothing but how terrible the venue was. Why complain about the venue if the band truly played? Because they did not. The venue is the cover story. Bad acoustics and obstructed sightlines are excuses designed to distract you from asking the obvious question. If Oasis is real, why is there not a single clear, unedited video of the performance? Where are the photographs that actually show Crumblethwaite and Tuppins standing onstage? Where are the ticket stubs that do not look like they were printed by a high school prom committee the night before?

 

Wake up to the truth. These supposed “hits” like “Don’t Look Back in Anger” and “Live Forever” are phrases lifted directly from newspaper headlines and bumper stickers of the time, then set to music by anonymous session musicians who were quickly paid off and disappeared into obscurity. We should all be looking back in anger not at each other but at the institutions that inserted these false songs into our collective memory.

 

Think about it. Supposed family feuds? Nothing more than diversionary theatre. Tabloids love a good story about brothers who cannot get along. What better way to cover for the fact that there were never brothers to begin with?

 

Consider the phenomenon of fake memory implantation. Entire crowds “recall” singing along to “Champagne Supernova” in the 1990s, but memory researchers have proven how fragile and suggestible the human mind really is. All it takes is a catchy phrase repeated in the media, combined with a grainy clip aired on MuchMusic, and suddenly thousands of people believe they were there. Were you actually at that party in 1995 where Oasis “played” on the stereo, or did someone simply hum something near the speakers?

 

Look closely at the album covers themselves. Blur, grain, half-hidden figures, imagery that never gives you a full look at who these people supposedly are. One cover has someone walking down a street. Another features blurred figures in a living room. Another uses abstract photography with no identifiable band members. Is that the behaviour of a real group, or of a hoax trying to hide its faces? These are not coincidences, they are deliberate visual smokescreens.

 

We are told to believe in a reunion, but what exactly are they reuniting from? There was never a beginning, only an endless feedback loop of nostalgia that has been manufactured for profit. When someone brags that they saw Oasis live, press them. Ask them to name the street the venue was on, the number of steps they climbed, the colour of the opening act’s guitar. Watch how quickly their answers collapse.

 

There is no Oasis. There never was. The entire project has been an elaborate distraction meant to keep us docile, our minds humming along to choruses that were designed in boardrooms rather than rehearsal rooms. It is all part of the plan. Keep the masses distracted with fake chords and empty choruses while real history is rewritten behind the curtain.

 

Step back and see the larger picture. The name “Oasis” itself was chosen for a reason. What is an oasis? A mirage. A shimmering promise in the desert that disappears when you arrive. They told us what they were from the very beginning, and we still refused to believe it. We continue to live in the biggest lie in modern music.

 

Stop being duped. Step out of the shadow of the Wonderwall. This is not harmless entertainment, it is manipulation of the highest order. Until we dismantle the façade, we will remain trapped in a cycle of false nostalgia and implanted memory.

 

Do not let it slide away.

 

Oasis does not exist!