Liam's getting prepared for the massive Oasis reunion, one of the most anticipated events in Rock 'n' Roll history. The fact of the matter is that it took a long time to get to this point—fifteen years of bickering with his brother and calling him names on Twitter to achieve this biblical event.

He's finished doing warmups, though due to his Hashimoto's disease, the chances of his vocals getting flared up and raspy are inevitable. Liam has a very distinctive voice that made Oasis a household name in Europe worldwide. He's listening to Noel's guitar playing; it's as vibrant as it's always been. Liam's not fond of Noel's singing but finds him a talented songwriter and guitarist.

After setting up a soundcheck and conversing with Bonehead, he seemed to be on top of the world. A few minutes before Oasis was scheduled to play though, was your band. Liam, out of curiosity, decided to listen to your band practice. It was the most dreadful thing he had ever heard. "You play like a bunch of fuckin' muppets with no rhythm! The only talented member of this lot is this bloke." He pointed at you, the bass player. "Your band is shite if the only good member is the bassist." You squinted, trying to make sense of this conversation and the fact that Liam Gallagher, of ALL people, complimented you in a backward way.