put her life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band.

That hotel in Calgary was like something out of that film, The Shining: massive and virtually empty. There was ANOTHER wedding party going on! It must be that time of year. The gig tonight is at a place called the Saddledrome. Its a fuckin rodeo arena and its shaped like a saddle (hence the name!) Ryan Adams has really surprised everyone so far. Didnt think hed be this good. Our show was brilliant. Everything is beginning to click now. Again there were a lot of people for a warm up. 13,000! Great crowd though. No undies onstage this time but good crack all the same. This gig in Calgary will go down in history as the first ever Oasis gig where there was NO ONE on the guest list!

In the dressing room the traditional debate has started about The Top 10. This means the top 10 bands of all time. No solo artists allowed. No female artists allowed. No collectives allowed (Public Enemy etc.) This is the 1,000th time weve been here with this. It never gets any less interesting for me. For the record, THE DEFINITIVE top 10 is this..

1. The Beatles
2. The Rolling Stones
3. The Who
4. The Sex Pistols
5. The Kinks
6. The Las
7. Pink Floyd
8. The Bee Gees
9. The Specials
10. Peter Greens Fleetwood Mac

End of.

Someones forgotten to bring the Laurel & Hardy box-set for the bus. We have to make do with watching The Rutles 2! Its shit, by the way.

Tonight is a 17 hour drive to Winnipeg, the birthplace of Neil Young. My liver is shitting itself! Wish me luck.

In a bit.

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Woke up to a beautiful sunny day today in Edmonton. Didnt get nearly enough kip though. This jet-lags a fucker. There seems to be a wedding party milling around the bar in the hotel so a couple of us jib outside to the terrace for tea and cigarettes. Were discussing another player (who weve never heard of) whos just signed for City (hes an Argentinian. I predict fireworks!) Some old lady approaches us to ask if wed mind doing a quick picture with the bride and groom! Erm..no, I dont think so (who do they think we are? Robbie Williams?) Oh, go on, the bride will be heartbroken. Good, I think to myself and off we go to the venue.

Ryan Adams was good tonight. Even Liams having him and he hates everything! Our gig was great. Just wish I was in better shape to enjoy it. Still a bit fucked from the other nights session on the bus. We left immediately after the gig. Its whats commonly known as doing the Elvis. Andy and his iPod are shuffling on the bus. Its all good. Jimi Hendrixs Spanish Castle Magic and Hawkwinds Silver Machine are the highlights for me. I even turn a blind ear to some Beach Boys tune or other (told you I wasnt feeling myself!)

No sign of the miracle Im supposed to witness soon. Saying that, someone did throw their bra onstage tonight! Or could it be that weve just seen the 1st English paper since we left home. Apparently Margaret Thatchers got dementia! The lord moves in mysterious ways, eh?

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Day off today. Not much to do in Edmonton. They have the largest shopping mall in the western hemisphere though!! Its that big it has a fuckin fake lake in it and a half sunken pirate ship!! Manage to catch that Barrack Obamas speech to the Democratic rally. Impressive stuff. Spellbinding in fact. Wish he was one of ours. Why do Americans believe theyre electing the president of THE WORLD though?

Me and Sharrock head out for a Chinese (any day that starts with fish and chips for breakfast and ends with a Chinese for tea is a glorious day!) The thing inside my fortune cookie has these numbers on the back 9, 24, 31, 35, 38 and 49 (you can have them) and this cryptic message on the front: YOU WILL SOON WITNESS A MIRACLE Well see, eh?

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I really shouldnt moan but the venue in Vancouver holds 12,000 people! TWELVE THOUSAND!! I mean, if these are warm up shows then God only knows what kind of gigs well be doing when the album comes out. Mind you, it makes for a great atmosphere. The gig itself? We smashed it. The crowd were fuckin amazing. We salute you Vancouver. There seems to be a problem with the rider; too much shit red wine and not enough vodka. This will not stand! Were all on the bus tonight. 18 hours to Edmonton! EIGHTEEN HOURS!!! Now THAT is gonna involve some boozing. Im proud to say there were still a couple of us going at it with vodka and Neu (70s german rock) at 9.00am!! NOW THATS A DRINK.

Wake up at 4.00.pm. Feel horrific. We are literally driving across the middle of nowhere. Pull over at a truck stop for a belated breakfast. The gaff seems to be manned solely by 13 year old girls in identical black uniforms and sporting enormous smiles. Its like weve stumbled into a Stephen King novel. Creepy. We order breakfast. What did I have you ask? Well, I had what any English gentleman worth his salt would have..fish and chips! Turns out we havent been lured to our death by the teenage waitresses. Theyre on their school holidays. AND THEY CHOOSE TO WORK? Kids today, eh?

Back on the bus I notice Ive got 26 messages on my phone. That usually means some famous person or other has got upset with my turn of phrase in an interview or something and my managers going ape-shit. Turns out its great news. SWP* has signed for Man City. What a coup! We might actually win something this time. The boys are up the front of the bus watching that film Grizzly Man. Think Im gonna hang back here and watch the world go by. FEELING like a grizzly man.

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* SWP: Shaun Wright Phillips


So we arrive at the sound-check for the gig in Seattle and Jesus, you want to see this place! Its supposed to be a warm up, its massive! The sound-checks a bit shit really. Sounds like weve not played for 10 days (which we havent). The dressing rooms a joke. It looks like the inside of a big brother house. White fake leather sofas you cant actually sit on as much as slouch about 4 inches off the floor AND a little Buddha surrounded by little fake flowers in a little fake fountain that makes you just want to go for a little fake piss. LUDICROUS! Someones taking this 60s thing too far. Who do they think we used to be? Kula Shaker? Meet Matt Costa backstage (hes a singer/songwriter!) Hes opening the show on this leg of the tour. And Ryan Adams, whos wearing VERY stripy socks.

Me and Gem are nominated by our fellow housemates to do ANOTHER interview which turns out to be quite serious for a change. Does kind of make me feel like Im in Radiohead though.

It gets to that weird time of the day where no ones sure what to do with themselves. Most have gone for dinner (I dont do dinner before a show; theres something not quite right about playing rocknroll music on a full stomach), Im going outside for a smoke. Run into a few fans who ask THE most annoying question can we get a quick picture? (Erm..dunno CAN you?). They try emotional blackmail by informing me that theyve come all the way from St. Louis" (wherever that is). I tell them that that matters not a jot as Ive come all the way from England, which is (as everyone knows) FUCKINMILES AWAY!! Matt Costa gets up and sings some songs that he wrote all by himself, two of which are pretty good. Ryan gets up and also sings some songs he wrote by himself but he plays them with his band The Cardinals. Its really good (just my opinion!). As for us? We were ok. Alright. Not bad. I know weve done better gigs and Im sure well do worse.

Off to Canada tonight. Vancouver to be exact. 4 hours door to door it is. Not enough time to get really pissed. Never mind, its early days. Theres plenty of time for that. And yes, my missing bag did eventually turn up (thanks for asking).

In a bit.

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Hiya kid.

So...I'm leaving home in London yesterday. Literally putting my bags in the car and this lad comes up to me.. "Can I get a quick picture?" he asks. "Dunno..CAN you?" says I. Anyway while his mate is taking a reasonably quick snap he informs me that he was one of the lucky ones to get tickets for our tour in October. "I hope you're not putting any of 'em on e-bay?" "No chance, mate" he says "I'm going with my granddad ..he fuckin' loves you lot!" JESUS CHRIST!!! I ask him how old his granddad is in the vain hope he might be freakishly young...like. say..50? "65" he says. "He's been into you lot since '94!!"

At Heathrow airport the righteous people of B.A. have upgraded everyone to 1st class except for tour dj Phil Smith who has been mysteriously downgraded to "premium economy" (whatever that is). Halfway through the flight I'm interrupted by one of the cabin crew who's laughing nervously saying, "Mr. Gallagher your brother seems to have collapsed in the aisle!" (YES! AT LAST!!!) And sure enough....there he is, face down in the aisle unconscious. "Shall I wake him?" asks the attendant. "Nah, leave him there..he's only looking for attention!" Somewhat predictably U.S. immigration nearly takes as long as the flight. I think the sight of a true, real life evil genius has the young officer flustered. No major drama though except one of my bags hasn't made it. THE BASTARD. Please don't let me suffer the indignity of shopping for undies on the morning of the gig the person who serves me is bound to be a fan! Seattle seems to have changed though (and for the better, I might add) since the last time we were here (whenever that was). Had a quick skip down the venue to check what the wizards have done with the lights for this tour. It looks pretty good, I must say. Fuck knows how we manage to afford all this stuff. Pink Floyd eat your heart out! Anyway gotta fly, I have an excruciatingly pointless interview to do'til next time.

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