Who the Fuck is Guigsy?

Hello you. Make a cup of tea. Put a record on.

Not Morning Glory. Go earlier. “Rock ‘n’ Roll Star.” “Supersonic.” Play it loud. Forget the vocals. Forget the solos. Listen to the low end underneath it all. That’s Guigsy.

Paul McGuigan. Guigsy. Burnage. Bassist. One of the last men in Britpop who never asked for attention but made it work. Root notes. No fuss. No showboating. Just a steady pulse that kept the band from floating away while they tried to blow the roof off.

You know Oasis. You know Noel and Liam. This isn’t about them.

This is the bit they never talk about.

Where the Fuck Did Guigsy Come From?

Born 1971. Burnage. Manchester. One of the lads. Grew up with the same streets, the same sounds, the same stubborn streak. Picked up a bass. Not because he wanted to be a star, but because someone had to.

Started a band. The Rain. With Bonehead and Tony McCarroll. Not glamorous. Not good. Not getting anywhere. Then Liam showed up. Changed the name to Oasis. Changed everything.

Noel turned up later. Everyone remembers that bit. Guigsy already had a band. He let Noel in anyway. Because the songs were better. Because he knew what mattered.

He never said it out loud. But he could’ve. “This only works if I hold the bottom. So I will.”

What the Fuck Did Guigsy Do?

He held it all together.

Played bass like an anchor. Heavy, solid, unshifting. You don’t notice it until it’s gone. Played every note on Definitely Maybe, Morning Glory, and Be Here Now. The golden years. The ones that mattered.

He wasn’t flashy. Wasn’t trying to be. Noel wrote the songs. Liam sang them. Guigsy made sure they didn’t float away.

In the background, always. But there. Every night. Every gig. Every fight, probably. Said it wasn’t fun anymore. Said he was done with the circus. So in 1999, he left.

Oasis carried on. But they didn’t feel the same. Not really.

What the Fuck Happened After?

He stayed out of the spotlight. Didn’t chase headlines. Didn’t try to start again.

No solo records. No tell-all interviews. Just silence. The occasional rumor. A bit of trivia. That’s it. And that’s fitting. Guigsy never wanted the attention. He just wanted to play. And for a few blistering years, he did. Right at the heart of it.

What the Fuck Does Guigsy Matter?

Because most bands fall apart when they lose the foundation. Because not every important part gets a quote in Mojo. Because Oasis only worked when someone in that room wasn’t screaming.

He never made it about him. That’s what made him matter.

He’s not back now. No reunion. No comeback. But if you listen hard, underneath the noise and the headlines and the years of brothers fighting, you’ll hear it. The bass. Still there.

That’s who the fuck Guigsy is.