CMG wrote:MacRua wrote:Another fan review:
By
Bethany Shaffer (March 11, 2008, Full URL) What Are You Laughing At?
I had heard the stories...
Referencing bethany:
I suppose Brendon Behan was just a limerick writer, Ernest Hemmingway was just a readers digest stringer, Oscar Wilde was just a fag, Jackson Pollack was just a paint thrower, Vincent Van Gogh was paint by numbers???
I guess when you are small minded you fail to see the big beauty, the poetry in motion.
Embrace the madness bethany and get beyond the smallness of your judgemental self.
Would You sacrifice Your life for the Poetry of the Universe?
Hey bethany,
You want pathetic, go see a Ringo Starr concert (or Police or Rolling Stones (how is it no one is grey??? or Phil Collins). You want sad, take a look at the real history of the Irish Famine or who shot the Kennedy's or Iraq. Get real and grow up. There is so much to say and the artist is one that can say it with an economy words, only as many words as necessary but alas I am not an artist. You want to draw parallels, go see Aeorsmith (the toxic twins) or maybe the Who or JImmy Hendirx, I heard Janis Johplin used to be real "warmed up" for shows, any one of the hundreds of artist with substance abuse issues. Notice a pattern here? Do you think we are blind? I cannot care about what Shane, or any of the band did (back in the day or in the present), as I don't know them, nor they me or my family. If statistics mean anything there is a least a 50/50 chance we would not get along, worse if you go with actuals. The basis of a "fan relationship" is one that, they make music and I listen to it; period. All there is in that equation is what happens on stage. As far as the band and what they think, well that is like trying to figure out what is really going on in someone’s marriage, forget it, they are there because they choose to be and unless you are on the inside of that you haven’t a way to have a clue.
When I didn't have a penny, they (all of you), treated me like some kind of disease, nothing to do with me, but now I am a respectable lad making money, now I am ok. Maybe I should follow the Bono model, and be a preacher while I sit on my 100 million dollar yacht and tell others to watch out for the poor. Get off it.
With that in mind, I cannot say it any better, then that of the drunken Irish fool you mentioned.
I like to walk in the summer breeze
Down dalling road by the dead old trees
And drink with my friends
In the hammersmith broadway
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days
Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly
The pubs and the bookies where youd spend all your time
And the old men that were singing
When the roses bloom again
And turn like the leaves
To a new summertime
Now the winter comes down
I cant stand the chill
That comes to the streets around christmas time
And Im buggered to damnation
And I havent got a penny
To wander the dark streets of london
Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ect
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me
Now the winter comes down
I cant stand the chill
That comes to the streets around christmas time
And Im buggered to damnation
And I havent got a penny
To wander the dark streets of london
Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ect
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me
Now the winter comes down
I cant stand the chill
That comes to the streets around christmas time
And Im buggered to damnation
And I havent got a penny
To wander the dark streets of london
To wander the dark streets of london
To wander the dark streets of london
