The Pogues concert was
awesome wicked.
William Elliot Whitmore opened, rocking the stage with some pretty fly "O Brother Where Art Thou" style bluegrass.
My tenacity and sharp elbows earned
wbenetti,
syntart and I a sweet spot front and center. It was the first time I've been to a fully sold at show at the 9:30. I hope I'm never in the club while it's on fire, because there is no way they could ever sucessfully evacuate that many people. The crowd got pretty damn rowdy but never quite crossed the line into unpleasantness.
It was the classic Pogues lineup of Shane McGowan, Philip Chevron, Jem Finer, Darryl Hunt, Spider Stacy, Andrew Ranken, Terry Woods and James Fearnley. Shane MacGowan was both noticably skunked and surprisingly functional. James Fearnley is the fiercest man with an accordian ever. Philip Chevron rocked the guitar with more energy and enthusiasm than I've ever seen, and despite looking older than time, he's actually only 47, just like Shane MacGowan. I taught Darryl Hunt gang signs. In return, he gave me three backstage passes. Spider Stacy threw me his whistle, and thanks to
syntart's ninja reflexes I got to keep it too. The manuever earned
syntart a Purple Heart.
They did Fairytale of New York as part of their last encore, and they actually released fake snow foam bubbles at the climax. It was awesome to watch the "snow" come down while Shane MacGowan whirled around the stage dancing with Ella Finer and the band played their hearts out.
Such a good time!!