revafisheye

Haunted by the ghost

of Shane MacGowan.

Jen's boyfriend, Gary, got us into the sold-out Pogues show


48th row, center


The Pogues stir it up on St. Patty's Eve


Can you see the striped scarf? It's draped over Shane MacGowan's shoulders. He staggered, howled, and slurred something about Brokeback Mountain for two hours, never losing his feet.


If Shane MacGowan had been sitting where we were, this is what I believe he would have seen.

Despite, or perhaps because of, the near debilitating inebriation of Mr. MacG, the Pogues put on a bloody good show; though by the time we left the venue, I felt as if I'd been rubbernecking.

Bittersweet.

posted by revafisheye @ 12:16 PM