by cagliostro Thu Mar 18, 2010 6:46 pm
I kept having near misses in the 80's with coming in town somewhere I was visiting, like say California, and picking up the local paper for what shows were playing and either finding out they had played the night before or would play the day after I would be leaving. One of my biggest regrets was not just staying an extra day.
In 2006, I heard the Pogues were playing nowhere nearby, but had recently been dumped by my cold-footed fiance, and decided by Christ I would finally see them. I came upon a short-term windfall (grandfather's properties sold off) and I figured I owed it to myself. I arranged to stay in Boston with a friend of my ex's, and bought the scalped ticket for $169. The flight cost something like $200+. Then stupidly I though the person I was staying with would enjoy my ex more than mopey ol' me, and so I invited her along, bought her ticket and we met out there. The entire time in Boston was pretty much listen to the two of them talk and feeling especially left out and crappy, but the Pogues show was just her and I. It was pretty much a saying goodbye for us. I held my shit together until one of the last songs, which was Rainy Night In Soho, and that song absolutely destroyed me. It was definitely the best version I had ever heard of that song as well.
We had been together and saw Shane and the Popes in Colorado when they swung around a bit after Kirsty's death, and it was incredible the difference between the two, which really goes without saying.
I kept having near misses in the 80's with coming in town somewhere I was visiting, like say California, and picking up the local paper for what shows were playing and either finding out they had played the night before or would play the day after I would be leaving. One of my biggest regrets was not just staying an extra day.
In 2006, I heard the Pogues were playing nowhere nearby, but had recently been dumped by my cold-footed fiance, and decided by Christ I would finally see them. I came upon a short-term windfall (grandfather's properties sold off) and I figured I owed it to myself. I arranged to stay in Boston with a friend of my ex's, and bought the scalped ticket for $169. The flight cost something like $200+. Then stupidly I though the person I was staying with would enjoy my ex more than mopey ol' me, and so I invited her along, bought her ticket and we met out there. The entire time in Boston was pretty much listen to the two of them talk and feeling especially left out and crappy, but the Pogues show was just her and I. It was pretty much a saying goodbye for us. I held my shit together until one of the last songs, which was Rainy Night In Soho, and that song absolutely destroyed me. It was definitely the best version I had ever heard of that song as well.
We had been together and saw Shane and the Popes in Colorado when they swung around a bit after Kirsty's death, and it was incredible the difference between the two, which really goes without saying.