by Grievous Angel Wed May 30, 2007 5:04 pm
When I was dating my then-wife, I took her to see Shane & the Popes in Chicago. She was a little hesitant, but I talked her into it. Shane walks out onto the stage with a cup of some kind of pink drink. No problem there, but about half-way through the show, he starts puking up pink stuff all over the stage. Then some roadie somes out, cleans it up with a rag, and tosses the rag into the audience. She turns about as white as a sheet and starts demanding that we leave right then and there. I managed to convince her to stay for the rest of the set, at least, but I missed the encore.
For the rest of the marriage, any time I tried to play a Pogues CD, I heard the comment, "That's the guy who threw up, isn't it?" and the CD would get changed to something else soon after.
When I was dating my then-wife, I took her to see Shane & the Popes in Chicago. She was a little hesitant, but I talked her into it. Shane walks out onto the stage with a cup of some kind of pink drink. No problem there, but about half-way through the show, he starts puking up pink stuff all over the stage. Then some roadie somes out, cleans it up with a rag, and tosses the rag into the audience. She turns about as white as a sheet and starts demanding that we leave right then and there. I managed to convince her to stay for the rest of the set, at least, but I missed the encore.
For the rest of the marriage, any time I tried to play a Pogues CD, I heard the comment, "That's the guy who threw up, isn't it?" and the CD would get changed to something else soon after.