Gotta say, his liver is probably hanging by a thread, his teeth look like he held a live grenade in his mouth, and his slur makes him almost entirely unintelligible. But Shane McGowan was fantastic--absolutely brilliant on Wednesday with The Pogues.
I was deadbeat tired and fighting off an enjoyable tonsil ailment, but I decided that since I'd invested 60 bones to see a band I'll probably never experience again, I rallied and went and loved every minute. They played all the Pogues standards you'd ever want to hear (correction--no "Fairy Tale of New York" or "Old Main Drag"), and the sound was clear--neither too loud nor quiet, which surprised me because the venue (Showbox Sodo) kinda reminded me of a large warehouse. A lovely, wonderful evening.
Folks bellowed along lustily with "Dirty Old Town," "If I Should Fall from Grace With God," "Streams of Whiskey" and loads more, while downing multiple shots of Jameson and cheap PBR. The bar must have had quite an evening indeed--it was as if prohibition were set to take effect the next day. One of my friends evidently became violently ill after returning home. Sounds like the aftermath of a Pogues show, yes?
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Patrick said on October 19, 2007:
Gotta say, his liver is probably hanging by a thread, his teeth look like he held a live grenade in his mouth, and his slur makes him almost entirely unintelligible. But Shane McGowan was fantastic--absolutely brilliant on Wednesday with The Pogues.
I was deadbeat tired and fighting off an enjoyable tonsil ailment, but I decided that since I'd invested 60 bones to see a band I'll probably never experience again, I rallied and went and loved every minute. They played all the Pogues standards you'd ever want to hear (correction--no "Fairy Tale of New York" or "Old Main Drag"), and the sound was clear--neither too loud nor quiet, which surprised me because the venue (Showbox Sodo) kinda reminded me of a large warehouse. A lovely, wonderful evening.
Folks bellowed along lustily with "Dirty Old Town," "If I Should Fall from Grace With God," "Streams of Whiskey" and loads more, while downing multiple shots of Jameson and cheap PBR. The bar must have had quite an evening indeed--it was as if prohibition were set to take effect the next day. One of my friends evidently became violently ill after returning home. Sounds like the aftermath of a Pogues show, yes?
Arrr!