It's a good thing I wasn't drinking at last night's concert by the Pogues.
Even without the assistance of streams of whiskey, I misted up as the bleak "Old Main Drag" concluded. I allowed a tear to slide down my cheek during the tender "A Rainy Night In Soho." Had I bellied up to the bar I might now be blogging behind bars.
It was bittersweet. Part of me felt like a guilty enabler as I watched Shane MacGowan literally fall down drunk. But mostly I was just thrilled to finally see one of my favorite bands. They were far better than I had any right to expect. And when watching Shane became too painful, I concentrated on Jem Finer's incredible banjo work.
Tim Finn's sterling review is spot-on. I didn't enjoy the experience quite as much as Jason Harper.
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Kansas City Click: Bruce tonight.
(Original tear-stained blur by There Stands the Glass.)
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