Last night I -- sort of on a whim, sort of under peer pressure -- went to the Oasis concert at Madison Square Garden. It was fun, because I was living what would have been a dream for my middle or high school self, and weird, because clearly many of the other people there were living a dream for their current selves, which makes them approximately 10 years behind, in terms of contemporary dreaming. This, coupled with my total sobriety (I left work at 9:10pm to go straight to the concert with people from work who had done the same, and we walked in a song or two into the set), created a few notable discomforts, prime among them the "Do I Sing When They Play 'What's the Story Morning Glory?'" dilemma (WtSMG was the first oldy-but-goody they played, but you can more or less fill in any other song that came out before 2000... or 1997... or 1995...). This is a problem because if you sing along with this song (in this case, an album track, not a single, but also the title track of their best selling album to date) and you haven't been singing along with any of the newer stuff, you identify yourself as the kind of fan who cares enough about Oasis to come to the show, but not enough to listen to any of their newer releases. But if you decide not to sing, you identify yourself as a) a non-singer (or at least too sober to let yourself sing, even though you'd normally be belting them out like there's no tomorrow -- this is probably the best outcome, socially) or b) the kind of fan that doesn't actually know any of the songs, or even really like Oasis, but who got dragged along by a friend, co-worker, or significant other because you didn't have anything else going on (this is, rather obviously, the worst outcome).

I settled on mumble-humming.

Also, at some point Liam Gallagher (in stupid John Lennon-esque sunglasses), made some mention of his kids, and I thought, "If Liam Gallagher is your father, you totally don't have to take him seriously when he tells you to stop fighting with your brother." Also, he had four monitors and kept leaving the stage during songs when Noel sang lead and is otherwise conspicuously something of a prima donna.