Why would that fool Lomax give us the name of the person who recorded the gig, and gave it to him, then continue and say that Trent does not wish to be contacted? Either "Trent Harrington" is some fake name, or Lomax is pretty thick.

If i have his IP i can do it

I'm glad to hear you're joking. Anyways, the master file and sound boost file are not stored on this computer, they are stored on my laptop, which I always keep with me. But in case somebody hacks in somehow I've left a note for them which they will quickly find. I actually was warned of a credible threat of a home break-in, as well, so I've moved the master CDs to another location. Kind of crazy I have to take these kind of precautions, but it's my own fault, to say the least, for not keeping my mouth shut.

Getting back to the post title: The Only Way To Listen To STOP THE CLOCKS... to finish that sentence, it would read... to meet up with Frank in the SF area and listen to it on headphones.

i believe he has it. but i think hes going slightly ott.

Dudes, I returned from my week in Death Valley and had quite a few e-mails and a couple PMs waiting for me. As a sampling, one said: "Just want to help a dedicated Oasis fan stay secure. It wouldnt surprise me if someone wanted to pay your house a visit as that song could be a goldmine.No this is'nt a kiss arse plea for the song. I genuinely think its the right thing to do to warn you dude."

Well guys, I don't think we should be making a big deal out of it, hell, if he wants to be an ass and not share something that any Oasis fan would share in a second, by all means, let him have it. Perhaps he has his reasons, like he doesn't want to give us the song because it's complete shit, and he wants to make more of a build up for a let down. Maybe he just doesn't want to let down the band (but I doubt they even care much) or maybe, he just wants to hold a carrot in front of us hanging off a stick, dangling and taunting us to see how low we will go for one god damn song.

Hell, we will hear the song eventually, so why bother with this jerk who keeps coming back to taunt us. The second things settle down and there aren't really any "OMG ALBUM NEWS!" or "NOEL R MY BESTFRIEND N HE GIBS ME STOP TEH CLOCKS" threads, some jerk like this guy comes back and starts it up again. Well, here's what I think. I don't really care much if you have it, and neither should any of us, it will just add fire to the flame of Frank Lomax or Trent Harrington.

Who cares if if they have it and we don't, we can wait another few months, and then we can all post album reviews, and why this is the album of the century, or that it's the worst Oasis album ever made, or whatever. Some of you can keep trying to get the song, but I think we should all just wait it out, it will be better that way.

Oh, and screw you if you heard the song before and you think you're special, because you aren't. You are just an ass who doesn't want to share something everyone want to keep it all to yourself.

That's pretty much it.

karma for that man, spot on. mercury's comment amused me too.

why are we all getting to worked up over this song when there will be 10 or so more other tunes on the next album who will probably piss on stop the clocks. we were here them all in about 5 months too.

good times

This all reminds me of when I was about 6 when I had the toy of Thunderbird 2 and, because it was mine, I wouldnt let anyone see what was in the hatch. In a gloriously childish way I got all the playground glory for days and days. I felt so powerful with all the relentless begging and pleading, I must admit I nearly broke with an offer of a packet of Skips and a Blue Ribband but I stuck to my guns to extend the attention. I even had hangers on, people who stuck by me pretending to applause my behaviour in a vein hope I would sneak them a peek of the inside of the Thunderbird 2 hatch, the safety in numbers meant I was also able to dismiss the threats of violence and publicly display my bravado amongst my peers.
It was only when the episode of Thunderbirds was aired, the one where it is revealed that the nautical 'Thunderbird 4' is what is mysteriously held in the hatch, that the shroud of mystery was dragged from me along with my hold over class 4a. No one cared any longer and I was back to wandering the playground still clutching my pathetic trophy as if it still meant something, as if people still cared. I'd pushed it too far and now the news was out and my secret was worthless no one was arsed anymore, gone were the hangers on. Worst of all, the offer of a packet of Skips and a Blue Ribband had long been withdrawn.