We see things they’ll never see, we’re gonna live forever

Editor’s notes:

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame will be inducting the latest batch of artists in November, and here at Hack’s Back Pages, that means publishing profiles of these honorees: Phil Collins, Billy Idol, Iron Maiden, Joy Division/New Order, Oasis, Sade, Luther Vandross and Wu-Tang Clan.

Frankly, I’m nonplussed and unprepared to write about the majority of these artists. In most cases, I am either ambivalent about them or I simply don’t care for their musical output. But over the next few weeks, I intend to do the necessary research and familiarize myself with them enough to write knowledgeably about their music and their careers.

Oasis in 1996 (from left): Alan White, Paul “Bonehead” Arthurs, Liam Gallagher, Noel Gallagher, Paul “Guigsy” McGuigan

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My son-in-law, Johnny Ashby, is a 37-year-old Londoner who has a keen understanding of and a deep love and respect for Oasis, one of England’s most successful groups of the last 40 years, and indeed, of all time.

I could’ve written my own profile of Oasis, which would have no doubt shown a less enthusiastic and shallower grasp of their oeuvre. Instead, since Johnny is not only an accomplished musician and songwriter but a damn fine writer as well, I chose to invite him to take my place and offer his own take on the group and its memorable career, something I’ve done only a couple of times before on this blog. After reading his perceptive and personal essay, I’m confident I made the right decision.

He also helped me compile the Spotify playlist found at the end, inserting songs I’d omitted and removing a few he felt were unworthy of inclusion. Exposure to the full breadth of the Oasis catalog has resulted in my deeper appreciation for their work, and I am indebted to Johnny’s insights and eager participation.

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By Johnny Ashby

I’ve been putting off this article for some time because it seemed like an impossible task. But when my father-in-law asked if I would write a guest article on Oasis for his blog, I could hardly say no.

For the last few weeks, I’ve been trying to piece together all of my various thoughts about a topic I hold dearly, a genre of music known as Britpop, which is, for me, the best of the best out of all the many different eras of modern music. It was born out of a musical rebellion against the dark, doom and gloom of America’s ’90s grunge movement — a celebration of the 1960s British Invasion and everyday British life led by the likes of Oasis, Blur, Pulp, Travis and The Verve, to name a few.

So, where do I start when writing about one of, if not the greatest band to ever emerge from the UK? I’ve loved Oasis for as long as I can remember. They were there the first time I discovered what a band even was. I’ve not only listened to their catalogue, I’ve learnt to play it, too. I’ve performed their songs on both sides of the Atlantic, in pubs, working men’s clubs and dive bars, and you can pretty much guarantee “Don’t Look Back In Anger” is going to start a sing-along every time. I’ve had plenty of heated debates with many an American about Oasis’ right to the throne of rock and roll, and I can say, quite confidently, that I’ve won every single time.

The Birth of Britpop

Before Oasis, my musical tastes were much as you would expect from a pubescent young lad. I listened to things I’m now ashamed to admit. Boybands had started taking over the pop mainstream, and the charts were a mix of one-hit wonders and monotonous beats. Then something changed with the revival of the guitar band. If you want to understand how the ’90s kicked off, you have to start with The Stone Roses, and if you want to understand The Stone Roses, you have to start with The Smiths. The music scene in Manchester has always passed down the baton this way. The Smiths gave British music its wit and furnished it with jangly guitars. Then The Stone Roses took those jangly guitars, added an indie dance beat and pointed the whole thing at a new generation. It was a sound that felt both completely new and somehow inevitable. The Stone Roses built the runway, and without them, Britpop and Oasis probably wouldn’t have happened.

Although Blur had only a fraction of the impact and commercial success in the US that they did in England, in the mid-’90s they were locked in a fierce competition in the UK with Oasis in what was known as The Battle of Britpop. During that time, it was considered deeply suspicious to like both Blur and Oasis. You had to pick a side; it was either one or the other. I was nervous to discuss my musical tastes with people back then, and rightly so. I was, I’m ashamed to admit, one of the suspicious people, and I got judged and bullied mercilessly for it as a kid. As I get older, I still appreciate Blur for who they were, but their music now feels a little too knowing and perhaps a little bit too clever to listen to most days. If I listen to their big hit single “Girls and Boys,” it takes me to a wonderful place for three and a half minutes, somewhere in 1994 in the backseat of the car with my headphones on. Blur have aged into nostalgia, which is, I suppose, its own kind of compliment.

Oasis, on the other hand, never really seemed to go away. They never needed to be revived or re-contextualised. Oasis 2025 didn’t feel like any of the other long-awaited reunions we’ve seen before, because Oasis have always been around. That’s the difference between a singles band and an album band. Whereas Blur gave us moments, Oasis gave us a world we could live inside.

Oasis broke out when I was a kid of and didn’t stop until I was well into my teens. I remember all of it like it was yesterday. I had copy of “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?” on cassette and played it until the tape broke, literally. If you know what that means, you were there. If you don’t, just know it means I listened to that album more times than any sane person should be expected to listen to anything. They were inescapable, but not like an annoying song that gets stuck in your head. “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?” didn’t just soundtrack the mid-90s, it survived them. It survived “Be Here Now,” their third LP in 1997, which was, in my mind, a complete catastrophe of an album, and everyone knew it at the time, including the band and the people who bought it. It survived the split, and another fifteen years of the two principals refusing to be in the same room.

The Band

Noel and Liam Gallagher grew up together on a council estate in south Manchester. They shared a bedroom for most of their childhood, which almost definitely contributed to their lifelong habit of arguing. They were, by most accounts, completely different people from the start. Polar opposites. Liam was the golden child, high energy, obsessed with football and utterly unconcerned with music until he was nearly eighteen. His older brother Noel was, as Liam put it, “the weirdo in the family.” A daydreamer and a loner. A kid who retreated into his own world and taught himself guitar because there was, in his own words, absolutely nothing else to do. Sometime in his early twenties, Noel managed to talk his way into a job as a roadie and guitar tech for another Mancunian band, the Inspiral Carpets. During his time out on the road and the endless miles of motorway that followed, he started writing songs on an acoustic guitar.

The Gallagher brothers: Noel (left) and Liam

It was during a break between tours with the Inspiral Carpets that Noel heard that his brother Liam had formed a band. He went and saw their first gig at the Boardwalk in Manchester and was impressed enough to want in. He joined on the condition that he would maintain complete creative control as the sole songwriter. The band willingly agreed because they probably had little choice. Noel’s songs were so good they thought he was playing covers. All those songs Noel had written alone while working as a roadie eventually became the backbone of their repertoire, and when they performed them at King Tut’s in Glasgow, they were signed on the spot by Alan McGee of Creation Records, and the rest is history. Their incredible debut, 1994’s “Definitely Maybe,” followed soon after by “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?,” went on to soundtrack an entire generation, and Oasis became Oasis.

Noel Gallagher is one of the great British songwriters — not just of his generation, or his era, but one of the great ones ever. Period. I place him on a relatively high pedestal alongside Bob Dylan and a small handful of others who seem to have been given access to something the rest of us can’t quite reach. Songwriting at their level is not a skill you can simply learn. You either have it or you don’t. You can get better at it, sure, but only if you kind of know what you’re doing in the first place. Songwriting is a craft, built on melody, harmony, structure and lyrics. But in order to be great, you need an instinct for what makes a good song, and I’m not sure that’s something you can teach.

Liam is often underestimated and never should be. He didn’t write the songs, but he carried them. He’s everything you want in a frontman and he has all the ingredients that make a great one. During the sessions for “Definitely Maybe” and “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?,” producer Owen Morris described what happened in the studio as a “freaky thing.” Noel would play a song Liam had never heard before, once, on an acoustic guitar in the control room. Then he’d hand Liam the lyrics, and Liam would sing it. Just like that. Perfectly. One after the other. Five songs in five days. “Like, what the fuck? He’s only heard the song once,” Morris said.

A voice like Liam Gallagher’s on tunes like “Live Forever,” “Champagne Supernova,” “Supersonic” and “Wonderwall” comes along once in a generation, maybe less. Noel and Liam’s vocal styles couldn’t be more different, and that contrast is part of what made them such a remarkable pairing. Noel’s voice, heard on tracks like “Don’t Look Back in Anger,” “Talk Tonight,” “The Masterplan” and “Little By Little,” sounds like a Catholic cathedral filled with booze and cigarettes. There’s something almost angelic about it, and it holds a Bono-esque quality. It’s both crisp and powerful, and somehow sacred and slightly dangerous at the same time. Liam, on the other hand, is the perfect rock and roll voice, full stop. The tone alone says everything. It’s every bit of “come and have it then” that you want from the guy with the mic and the tambourine. Where Noel sounds like he’s delivering something from above, Liam sounds like he’s daring you to argue with him about it.

Liam Gallagher

But it’s not just about Liam and Noel. We owe a nod to the people who made up the rest of Oasis at various points too. It was a band so tumultuous that only a brave few survived the mishaps, and the Gallaghers, long enough to leave their mark. Tony McCarroll, the original drummer, was sacked in 1995 after a confrontation with Noel in Paris that McCarroll later described as “probably the most stupid thing I’d ever done in my life.” Then there’s Paul “Bonehead” Arthurs and Paul “Guigsy” McGuigan, and Gem Archer, Andy Bell, Alan White and, most recently, Joey Waronker. A talented bunch that rarely get talked about because the Gallagher brothers take up all the available oxygen in any room, on any stage, and in any article ever written about the band. A great band always needs more than two people, and together they were unlike anything else.

Like all good rock bands, there’s an ego. A nice healthy dollop of it. And Oasis possibly have one of the biggest. They’ve declared themselves the best band in the world on numerous occasions and at one point said, and I quote, “We’re better than the Beatles.” They have a theory that they’ve practiced with remarkable consistency, and that theory is “Any press, good or bad, is better than no press at all.” Most bands would crumble under the weight of that self-belief, but Oasis wore it like a parka, and to be honest, they weren’t entirely wrong. Not about being better than the Beatles; nobody is better than the Beatles, so I’m told.

The Songs

Noel Gallagher wrote “Live Forever” when he was 22 years old. Now, if you’ve been identifying “Wonderwall” as the definitive Oasis song this whole time, with respect, you’ve been doing it wrong. “Wonderwall” has obviously become its own anthem, and recently seemed to have been given the banner as the unofficial national anthem for England in the World Cup. But is “Wonderwall” their best song? Probably not really. It’s the one your mate plays at 3 am when he’s had a few too many and thinks he’s been through something. I urge you to listen to all the others in the playlist below and make your own assessment, but for me, “Live Forever” is the one. Not so much for the chord progression and the melody, but for the boldness of writing a song about wanting to live forever and making it feel profound rather than childish.

Of course, there are other songs in the catalogue that don’t get enough credit. “Little by Little” from “Heathen Chemistry” (2002) is one of the most quietly gorgeous things Noel ever wrote. It’s a terrace ballad that builds like a slow tide coming in. I’ve played this song in bars all around the world and no matter how many times I’ve played it, I’m still floored by its structure and melody. There’s something in the chord progression that sits perfectly under the chorus, a clever use of slash chords thickening up the harmony in a way that power chords rarely do. It gives it a weight that most ballads don’t even attempt. For me, it was one of the standout moments of the 2025 reunion tour. When Noel stepped up to the microphone and started singing, 80,000 people disappeared and everything just stopped, and I got lost in it.

Noel Gallagher

“The Importance of Being Idle” arrived in 2005 and reached number one in the UK, and although we didn’t know it at the time, it was their last #1 as a band. It became their 19th consecutive top ten UK hit, beating a record previously held jointly by the Beatles and ABBA. It’s a bit looser and more playful than most of the songs in their catalogue. I remember watching the music video for the first time on MTV and thinking it was original and unlike anything I’d seen up to that point. It’s one of the few songs actually led by Noel which, for me, is a special thing. When he gets to sing his own songs, there’s a different type of conviction in his voice that Liam lacks. It became the song of the summer and could be heard all over, drifting out of car windows along the high street and across booze-filled pub gardens.

Once again, it seemed like they were unstoppable and a tour was on the horizon, but behind closed doors the band was crumbling. The apple had fallen from the tree and was beginning to rot. In hindsight, (despite 2008’s “Dig Out Your Soul” being their last album), the album “Don’t Believe the Truth” felt like the perfect goodbye from the band. Oasis disappeared shortly afterwards on what turned out to be a rather extended hiatus, leaving behind a song and an album that felt like a gift we hadn’t quite appreciated until it was gone.

In the years that followed the split, we saw many different attempts from both brothers to carry the torch. Liam formed Beady Eye with the remaining members of Oasis after Noel’s departure. It was a valiant effort but it never quite captured what people were missing. When Liam finally went solo, something clicked. Noel’s work under Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds moved toward something more experimental, but Liam did the opposite. “As You Were” (2017), “Why Me? Why Not” (2019) and “C’mon You Know” (2022) were a well executed trio of albums that leaned hard into everything that made Oasis great in the first place: Big stadium anthem rock songs, with massive “sing-along” choruses, and a lot of swagger. In 2017 Liam and Noel released solo albums within weeks of each other, and during their first week of release, Liam’s “As You Were” sold over 100,000 copies against Noel’s “Who Built The Moon” at 78,000.

The Reunion

When the 2025 reunion tour happened, it became pretty clear that Oasis were more popular than ever. The shows sold out almost as soon as they’d been announced, with 41 dates across 14 countries, starting in Cardiff, Wales and ending in Sao Paulo, Brazil. I was lucky enough to see them for two nights in Los Angeles. It was an unforgettable weekend spent with friends, an obscene amount of alcohol, and a lot, a lot of Adidas sportswear. I consider myself a realist, though my wife will probably disagree with me. I went as far as to buy ticket insurance for the first time in my life. The odds didn’t exactly seem in anybody’s favour, and at $400 a ticket, I wasn’t going to risk it.

Oasis on stage, 1996

I didn’t fully know what I was expecting, but I was genuinely concerned they wouldn’t keep it together long enough to make it to California. But they did, and despite their previous misadventures on the other side of the Atlantic, when Oasis arrived on American stages, they were greeted with scenes that felt less like a comeback and more like a homecoming. It was pretty remarkable when you consider how many catastrophic gigs there have been, how many public arguments, how many times Noel has quit the band, and how many fans have been left standing in the rain holding a ticket to something that simply didn’t happen. Any one of those things would finish most bands. Oasis somehow collected them all like trophies and kept going. It gives fans every excuse to turn their backs and walk away, but we didn’t.

Here’s the thing about Oasis that is almost impossible to explain to someone who wasn’t there. If you ask someone what makes Britain quintessentially British, you tend to hear the same answers. The Queen. A cup of tea. Football. A queue for something that probably isn’t worth queueing for. Well, somewhere along the way, without anyone really planning it, Oasis made themselves part of that list too. They are a band this country has claimed as its own in a way that feels instinctive rather than chosen. An Oasis t-shirt is worn proudly in the stands at an England game, just like an official England football jersey. Oasis are, and always will be, ours.

Could there be a new album? Nobody knows. In true Oasis style, Noel has been characteristically non-committal, which from him means anything from “definitely not” to a “definitely maybe” to a “probably yes.” During the 2025 reunion tour, they played the same 23-song setlist every night, which tells you something about where they are creatively as a band. One might say that they’re consolidating rather than expanding. They’ve both proved, after two incredibly successful solo careers, that they still have it in them. Noel Gallagher can write, but whether he and Liam are currently in a headspace to make something new together is a question that only the Gallagher brothers can answer, and they will answer it in their own time, on their own terms.

The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

I’d argue that Oasis are the last true rock and roll band we’ve seen. What happened to Oasis simply doesn’t happen anymore. They were a working class band from a council estate in Manchester, who were discovered whilst playing a gig on the circuit. They were signed on the strength of their songs alone, and went on to become the biggest band in Britain within two years. Sadly, the music industry that made it possible for bands to break into the mainstream like that no longer exists. The old ways have been replaced by the new and have been taken over by algorithms, streaming metrics and follower counts. The A&R gatekeepers who used to listen at the back of a dingy, sweat-filled room with a drink in their hand now sit at a desk with a cup of weak piss-poor coffee, staring at their metric dashboards. The music and the songs no longer matter to them, only the follower counts do.

You can’t really have a band like Oasis again. If they arrived tomorrow, I doubt they would get label support. It’s just a harsh truth. Major record labels aren’t going to take a punt on a band whose frontman might tell them to fuck off. They won’t risk signing a band whose members might argue with each other in public, take drugs or deliberately miss a gig. They see it as too high a risk. The traditional rockstar as we knew it is probably dead. The modern rock band is expected to be a marketable one, easily manageable, squeaky clean and most importantly, online. Songs have changed too; now they need a chorus that works in fifteen seconds. Something that can be clipped, looped and dropped into a reel. Something that performs well in an algorithm. And it hurts me to say it, but most of the music we hear these days is unlikely to stand the test of time. Maybe that’s the real difference. Rock and roll was never supposed to be safe. It was supposed to be loud, unpredictable, unapologetic and rebellious. The danger was always part of the appeal and for me that’s Oasis 101. Oasis might very well be the last band to have broken out in that organic way, on the circuit, at that level. Nobody has come close since. Which makes what they achieved feel even more extraordinary in retrospect. Oasis are not just a great band but possibly the last of a kind, and if that’s true, then the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is exactly where they belong.

Liam and Noel reunited in 2025

Liam Gallagher once called the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame “a load of bollocks.” And yet here we are, and Oasis are being inducted in November. As bizarre as it sounds, they will stand on a stage alongside Iron Maiden, Billy Idol, Wu-Tang Clan and Phil Collins, who Noel once called a dinosaur. Their acceptance speech alone might be worth the price of admission, and amidst the shenanigans, they’ll probably break the internet. With Oasis, you never quite know what’s coming next, and that is precisely why, thirty years on, we are still watching. After all, any press is good press, remember?

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Stoking the starmaker machinery behind the popular song

For more than a decade, I have been writing about the classic rock music of the 1955-1990 era and the musicians who made it.

I’ve never cared all that much about the soap-opera side stories of who sold their back catalog for a zillion dollars, who married/divorced/slept with whom, who got shafted by unscrupulous managers and record companies, or who self-destructed from overdoses or frightfully bad behavior.

For me, it’s all about THE MUSIC. The artistry, the instrumental and vocal performances, the lyrics, the recorded works.

So when just about every media outlet out there published extensive obituaries and tributes recently following the death of record industry honcho Clive Davis on June 22 at age 94, I sighed and thought, Well, just about everyone I’ve ever written about in depth has been a musician, but I guess I’ll have to write something about him for the blog. He was simply too big a figure to ignore.

Along with Ahmet Ertegun at Atlantic and Mo Ostin at Warner Brothers, Davis was considered one of the three major players in the music business (in terms of artist development and representation) throughout the ’60s/’70s/’80s heyday and beyond. These three men, for better or worse, influenced the careers of the vast majority of popular music artists of the rock era.

I’m not naive. I know it takes money, and a lot of it, for an artist’s work to be made, promoted and presented to the public. I’ve just never been interested in the business side of the music industry. It’s the necessary evil, and there is a boatload of evidence to show that far too many of those who handle financial matters in the music business — managers, agents, record company execs — have been notoriously greedy, cutthroat, even cruel in their dealings with the people responsible for making the art.

Davis was not necessarily any of those things. Perhaps he was none of them. But he was first and foremost a businessman, not a musician. He has never written songs nor played an instrument. In his autobiography, he confessed that music meant little to him in his childhood and young adulthood. “I knew nothing about music,” he said in “Clive Davis: The Soundtrack of Our Lives,” the 2017 documentary about his career.

What he did know was how to recognize and sign promising musicians to recording contracts with whatever label he was working for at the time, and promote their work with an eye laser-focused on commercial success.

Some industry observers would say he seemed just as interested in self-promotion and the role he played in the success of the artists he came in contact with. But I must say, it was a revelation to see how many of them came forward to state publicly how much they appreciated him. I’ve read a lot of gushing praise of Davis from legends like Bruce Springsteen, Alan Parsons, Barbra Streisand, Barry Manilow and Carlos Santana, all of whom had effusively complimentary things to say about the man who played a pivotal role at some point in their careers.

Manilow and Davis in the late 1970s

“For fifty years,” said Manilow, “we worked together, created together, argued together, and celebrated together. Yes, some would say it was business. But to Clive, I think it was more than that. It was family. And I was honored to be a part of his. Thank you, Clive. I wish we could do it all again.”

“Over here on E Street,” wrote Springsteen, “we mourn the death of the great record man and close friend Clive Davis. He changed my life in 1972 when he signed me to Columbia Records. He treated me with the same respect and kindness as a 22-year-old nobody as he did after all my success. He was a great man.”

Kenny G, the jazz saxophonist who broke through in 1986 with his “Songbird” hit single on Arista, credits Davis with his mainstream success. “He had an instinct about talent and could see things that others couldn’t,” he said. “And he knew how to connect all the parts — the songs, the artists, the writers, the producers, the performances, the sound — and then he knew what to do with it to have it make an impact on millions of people. Clive Davis changed my life, as he did for so many others.”

Said Streisand last week, “Back in 1970, Clive encouraged me to meet with producer Richard Perry to record an album of songs by contemporary writers like Joni Mitchell, Randy Newman, Laura Nyro and Gordon Lightfoot. The album ‘Stoney End’ opened new doors for me and became one of my most successful. I’m forever grateful for Clive’s vision and support.”

Davis with Streisand in the 1990s

But he has always had his detractors, particularly those artists who felt he meddled in their artistry. Even Springsteen conceded that when Davis first heard the tapes of his debut LP “Greetings From Asbury Park,” his response was “I don’t hear a single.” For Davis, getting a hit on the radio was his all-encompassing goal, and he had little patience for musicians who were adamant about following their muse if he felt it lacked commercial Top 40 appeal.

Melissa Manchester, who worked with Davis at Arista, remembered both good and bad times with him. “I struggled with Clive’s vision for my career sometimes.  He struggled to understand me sometimes.  I’d had great success and withering disappointments with him but, in the end, I was grateful that he believed in my talent in an unwavering way for so long.”

Davis claimed credit for resurrecting the career of Rod Stewart in the 2000s by encouraging him to sing the American Songbook, but Stewart had mixed feelings about the way Davis handled that period. “Clive was involved to the extent of being too involved,” Stewart said. “He would take these songs and change keys and not even bother about whether I could sing in that key or not.” 

Paul Simon recalled numerous disagreements with Davis about which songs should be the singles. In 1973, Simon wanted “American Tune” as the lead single from his “There Goes Rhymin’ Simon” album, while Davis argued for “Kodachrome.” Simon’s choice is the far better song, but Davis felt “Kodachrome” would have wider Top 40 acceptance, and he turned out to be right, which Simon eventually grudgingly admitted. Three years earlier, Davis had told Simon in no uncertain terms that his decision to break up with Art Garfunkel and pursue a solo career was wrongheaded. “He called it ‘career suicide,’ which really stung,” Simon said. “I felt, ‘How does he know what I’ll do on my own? Maybe my best work is still ahead of me.'” (I’d say Simon’s extraordinary solo catalog speaks for itself.)

A man cradles a phone receiver against his shoulder with his legs crossed while he reviews documents on his lap.

Davis entered the music business in the early ’60s as a lawyer, working at a New York firm where Columbia Records (and CBS, its parent company) were clients. At that time Columbia focused on Broadway and film soundtrack albums, but when Davis was named head of A&R there, he saw the nascent commercial path of rock music and began pursuing artists who were among the more adventurous purveyors of it. Based on his early track record, he was pretty good, maybe very good, at identifying creative types who showed potential.

Perhaps most famously, Davis heard Janis Joplin perform with Big Brother and the Holding Company at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967. “Joplin was mesmerizing, like a white tornado,” Davis said. “I felt my spine tingle and my arms vibrate. I realized this was going to be the future. I could feel it in my bones.” He persuaded her to join Columbia, and other acts like Blood, Sweat & Tears, Santana and Chicago soon followed. Eventually, he brought Laura Nyro, Johnny Winter, Earth, Wind & Fire, Billy Joel and Neil Diamond into the fold as well.

Davis with Joplin, 1968

To tell Davis’s full story, I would have to delve into the industry ugliness that, as I said before, has nothing to do with the music. Suffice it to say, in 1973, Columbia fired Davis for some allegedly shady stuff for which he was later exonerated, but Davis bounced back a year later by taking over the foundering Bell Records label and renaming it Arista Records.

One of the acts he chose to retain from Bell was Barry Manilow, and he helped steer the singer to his first #1 hit, “Mandy,” also the first chart-topper for Arista. “It was Barry that enabled and opened up the horizon to then sign a Dionne Warwick, to sign the queen of soul, Aretha Franklin, and eventually led to signing Whitney Houston,” Davis said.

His success with Manilow indeed got the ball rolling for the new label, attracting legacy talent and new acts alike. Davis successfully signed an eclectic stew of artists, including mainstream folks like Melissa Manchester, Air Supply, Eric Carmen and Alan Parsons Project, harder rock acts like The Kinks, Lou Reed, Patti Smith and The Grateful Dead, and R&B stars like Franklin and Warwick.

“I can think of no other record man that seemed to have that magical ability to know a hit when he heard a song,” said Warwick. “The entire music industry I’m sure will mourn his passing. He was one of a kind.”

Clearly, Davis was remarkably resilient, a character trait he seemingly developed at a relatively early age when he lost both parents within months of each other when he was just 18. Professional setbacks that he endured which might have devastated other men merely served to further his resolve. “Clive was never willing to give up,” said music industry investor Charles Goldstuck. “No matter how tough or intractable a problem was, he always believed that there was a solution, and he would fight relentlessly to find it and make it happen.”

In the late ’80s and into the ’90s, Davis was instrumental in Arista entering joint ventures with several hip-hop labels like LaFace Records and Puff Daddy’s Bad Boy Records, and he became a big promoter of acts like Usher, TLC, Outkast and Toni Braxton. Then in 2000, he founded J Records, launching Alicia Keys’s career, among others. In the mid-2000s, Davis scored hits with Keys, Eddie Vedder, and Usher, and he partnered with “American Idol” to release albums from its winners, including Carrie Underwood and Kelly Clarkson.

Davis with Houston in 2005

When asked what his crowning achievement was, Davis mentioned two. First was the signing, molding and championing of diva Whitney “The Voice” Houston, one of the most honored artists of all time, who sold more than 200 million records in her 30-year career before her tragic death in 2012 at age 48. Said Davis about her: “She had a voice, an innocence, a power and a beauty that was so stunning. In my view, she was the greatest contemporary singer of all time.”

The second was the role he played in the rejuvenation of Carlos Santana’s career with 1999’s “Supernatural” LP, a multiplatinum seller with multiple collaborators (notably Rob Thomas from Matchbox 20 on “Smooth,” a superb single that sat at #1 for nearly three months that year). The album won nine Grammys, displacing Michel Jackson’s “Thriller” as the most honored album ever.

Said the guitarist last week, “Clive was a visionary. He could hear the intangible before anyone else could see it. He believed in Santana from the beginning, and years later he believed in us again. He understood that music is more than entertainment; it’s a healing force, and he dedicated his life to championing artists and helping them share their gifts with the world. Because of his vision, countless musicians were able to reach hearts across the planet. I’m forever grateful.”

Santana and Davis with their “Supernatural” Grammy haul in 2000

The most visible sign of Davis’s prominence in the industry all these years — in addition to the fact that he was usually referred to by his first name alone — was the annual gala event he hosted every year on the eve of the Grammy Awards. It was classic Davis glitz and glamour all the way, with a virtual Who’s Who of major music people on both the artistic and business sides, plus movie celebrities and national politicians. His friends say it was Davis’s way of paying back an industry that had been (mostly) extremely good to him. His enemies would counter that it was an annual opportunity to remind the world that Clive Davis was “and still is” the most important man in the business. Indeed, the 2026 party in February was yet another in a decades-long tradition, even though Davis’s age limited his usual place in the limelight as MC.

Rest in peace, Clive. You lived about as full a life as anyone ever has in the music business.

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