How did you become a fan?

I don't get asked the question that much anymore, cos well around friends and family, my name and Oasis just go together :) But I love the question, cos well its when it ALL began :) I really feel like Oasis was a bit of awakening for me, kind of like the theme music for my life, theme music that kept positive and uplifting-which is probably the reason I have been in love with Oasis for so long. They always, always, no matter how bad I feel, can bring a smile to my face :)

Anyways here's my story:

(The photo is OFG in the summer of 96)

Like most 15 year olds, being 15 wasn't the best thing in the world. For me 13, 14 and 15 sucked...badly. My home life was rough, really rough, I was suffering from depression and had gotten mono when I 14 that I never really recovered from. Plus is was 1996 and I had spend my early teen getting into grunge music, I listened to Pearl Jam and Blind Melon. Not the most upbeat music.
I can remember hearing about a girl that was a total Nirvana freak, and secretly wishing I had a band that I could be that crazy about, a band I could be proud of and support. Oasis ended up being so much more.
About 3 months after I made that wish, my mom had to go into New York City for her job and asked me to go. I of course didn't want too, I was too gloomy to go out. Listening to my depressing music and swearing that grunge would never die. I should have know though, I should have know THEY were coming. Months before I had declared to my sister that Oasis were just wanna be Beatles, a few weeks before that had circled a photo of Liam and Noel in a teen mag and declared them "cute" and even more months before I had angrily shut off my radio, because "that dumb Live Forever song" keeps playing over and over. I should have known.
But, Wonderwall like most people had gotten too me, but had not won me over, then Don't Look in Anger sang its way into my head, still not quite there. It was Champagne Supernova that made me look closer at these "Beatles wannabes". So on May 8, 1996, as my mom dragged me kicking and screaming into NYC, the tables were set.
I remember grabbing her hand, after she brought me a $7 sandwich and let me get a facial at her work (it was a salon) and pulling her into HMV. I still remember seeing it, I still remember the pink letters and funny way the door was angled to the street corner and still remember thinking to music "Why am I going in here? I am really NOT that into music, this is weird". It was one of those things.
I had one cd to pick, my mother had declare adamantly that I was to choose ONE. I went to a large wall that declared "BIG HITS" and I stared for a while. I ended up with two cds in my hand; one was Hootie and the Blowfish (it was 1996) and one was Oasis' (Whats the Story) Morning Glory? I had a choice to make, a simple yet did I know it, a life changing choice. I decided rather merrily that I knew more Oasis songs and Morning Glory was for me. We took the train home and everything BEGAN.
Its is possible to drive your mother nuts with song, cos I did. It is also possible to have "stereo wars" with your sister over who is better the Beatles or Oasis, an it is possible for a 15 year old to have a life changing epiphany while listening to Roll with it. The was no use being depressed! What was the bloody point? I was GOOD! I wasn't this awful depressed broken home child that everyone (including myself) said I was. I was just as good as everyone else! Oasis said it! Oasis was my option out. They were noise that drowned my parents yelling out, made me stand up straighter at school, one of the driving forces that got me the "Most Improved Student" Award that September, they gave be a place to belong, I was an Oasis fan, and that meant everything.

There is a lot more to my story, A LOT. I could tell you about the concert that summer I missed, how I would try not to like the because they cursed a lot and said bad things about Americans, or how I would call Liam, LIEUM, or how I jumped around the kitchen when my neighbors brought me Live by the Sea or how the punk rock kids at school would send me death treats for wearing my Oasis tees. And that is only the beginning, there have been friends, boyfriends, hours waiting, concerts attended, credit cards to max, birthday cakes, trains, buses, cars, flights, tambourines, dedications, websites, blogs, weddings, pumpkins, album days and me staring up at a Manchester sky as Oasis sand Champagne Supernova with tears in my eyes thinking "How did that 15 year old girl that stood in HMV waving Morning Glory at her mom, get here??" Its all crazy, its all been a crazy crazy dream. And you know the best part?? That cd booklet from that Morning Glory I brought that day sits my desk, with Noel's signature across it, he signed it seconds after I told him that his music saved my life.

So how bout you? Leave me a comment on how you became a fan, best one will be contacted for a fan interview! Come on! :)