I LOVED Oasis’s “Don’t Look Back in Anger” when it came out. It was my favorite song for a long, long time.
Don’t ask me what made me think of it tonight…I have no idea. I haven’t heard it in a couple of years probably, or even thought about Oasis in a long time. But once the song came into my mind, I couldn’t get it out again. (I don’t really mind!)
I don’t know what it is about this song that I like so much – that I’ve always liked so much. Usually when I get really attached to a song, it’s because it has lyrics I can interpret more literally. I like lyrics. But you can’t really do that in this song. It’s more about images and an overall feel – and I love it.
I liked almost all of Oasis’s music way-back-when – and their in-your-face arrogance appealed to me a lot for some reason too. I loved Liam’s voice. (And being that I was young and unattached, the fact that I also thought he was REALLY HOT didn’t hurt anything.) But yet it was THIS song (with Noel singing) that was my favorite. (“Live Forever” is probably second.)
I think this song might actually be one of my all-time favorite songs EVER. I don’t know that I can put it in the top spot – mainly because my top spot is rather mood-dependent. Tonight this is a very strong contender for the top spot though!
It takes me back to a few very distinct moments in college. (And yes, I realize that totally dates me!) But it reminds me most of all of sitting on my bed in my apartment in one of the houses I lived in with my textbooks around me and the radio on beside me.
I had this ivy plant hanging on a hook by the bed in that bedroom, and a comforter with little yellow and orange and red flowers (it was actually cute) that I thought looked really pretty with the ivy next to it.
My bedroom in that house was TINY. I was the last one to sign on to live there, so I ended up with the smallest bedroom – but I remember being very, very proud of how I decorated it. I thought it was really charming! (I have photos packed away somewhere that I actually took of it from all different angles before I moved, because I thought I did such a good decorating job.)
The house itself was pretty ratty, but there were nice wood floors and high ceilings in my bedroom. I had candles all over the place that I lit all the time, and art posters on the wall. It really did have a certain bohemian-ish charm, now that I think about it!
I had this atlas that I kept under my bed in that room, and I would look at it all the time and think about all of the places I wanted to travel to “someday.” I remember listening to Oasis (this was around the time I got really into them) and laying on my bed, with the ivy and the candles, and looking at my atlas and thinking about what it would be like to live in London (and imagining it to be pretty freaking cool.)
I think I have to ride this little wave of nostalgia now and go and play this album!