Mon Dec 18, 2006 9:43 pm
I attempted to put my thoughts down on paper today after deliberation but it has turnied into a bit of a ramble. Apologies if you think it is shite:
Not really the best of weeks for me.
My Great Aunt died last week - she gets buried this week
My son had a consultant’s appointment last week - he has a procedure this week.
My car displayed an engine “get this sorted before I blow up” warning light last week - It goes to the garage this week.
All of these items do not make happy reading for me. Some were minor, but the common theme for them all was that that The Pogues gig at Manchester was sandwiched between the start and finish of them. The gig was to be a happy spot in a depressing period, especially after seeing the set lists from Glasgow and Birmingham. One of my lasting regrets is that I never saw them play during the Red Roses era, my first live encounter being whilst on the If I should Fall tour. Kitty, Streams of Whiskey, Auld triangle and either Poor Paddy or Waxies Dargle all on the same set list this year? Phew.
We travelled up in our other car (having a super pub lunch on the way in Macclesfield), got lost on Portland Street and eventually found the hotel by 4pm. Whilst waiting for my mate to come up from London, we settled into our small (cosy?) room and got ready.
We eventually headed out at 5pm, and after a quick pit stop at McDonalds for my mate, headed off to find a pub. This was our first mistake. None of us has an in depth knowledge of Manchester. We never got to find Mulligans and never got to meet other Medusans, another year gone without putting faces to names. We wandered around for a bit getting closer and closer to the arena and stumbled on Waxy O’Conners – a pub we went into last year and, although it is perhaps not the best pub in the world, we knew we would get a good evening off to a decent start with a bit of Irish music and a pint of Guinness. Unfortunately the management at Waxys had misinterpreted the “How to run a pub” guide and had employed 2 bar staff to satisfy the 3 deep bar scrum rather than the 4-6 that may have been required. 2 pints later we gave up and went outside and wandered around in the light drizzle.
My wife and mate, being Saw Doctors fans, escorted me into the Arena for 7pm. 2 pints and three tee shirt purchases later we repaired to the standing area and enjoyed an excellent gig by Galway’s finest. “Green and Red of Mayo”, “N17” and “Hay Wrap” were superb whilst the boys genuinely seemed to be touched that so many Pogues fans had been bothered to attend. Whilst the arena was barely 1/3 full at the beginning of the set, by the end I would estimate that ¾ was full with the majority enjoying the atmosphere. By and large the guys seemed to perform the warm up job excellently, the only downside was that the roaming barmen did not have enough beer to satisfy the thirst of the assembled throng.
Between sets, the 10 deep mass at the bar elbowed, nudged and swore until they had got their beer. This time there seemed to be enough bar people behind the partition but it appeared that only 3 knew what to do.
The Pogues came on but immediately the first song seemed to sum up the evening for the faster songs. The music was excellent, the team seemed to put more energy than usual into the songs but where they were energetic, Shane seemed lethargic at best.
They did some belting songs. I can now die happy after hearing Kitty – yes, I did cry a bit. Dirty old Town is always a winner in my book, and the band was superb with Young Ned, Tuesday Morning and Thousands. The Auld triangle was hauntingly tremendous – to me the winner, which in a set that includes Kitty is a personal accolade I never thought I would admit to. The fact that the lads did not do Poor Paddy or the Dargle is perhaps telling. The synchronising of music and lyric was the problem, never quite meeting on the faster songs (and I class anything faster than Fairytale as fast.)
Towards the end, the assembled throng around me were beginning to mumble their frustrations. I worry about the first timers at Manchester. My friend won’t be back - more fool him I say but understand that people like him won’t want to see performances like that. The last two years were excellent and to judge the band on last weekend would be unjust. Some, like me and I suspect all of the medusa fora, will always return, but the majority of the crowd would and could not be criticised if they decided to spend their money on an extra Playstation 3 game next year.
Leaving after Fiesta was a subdued ceremony. There was no usual celebratory atmosphere that may be put down to the performance, just sadness and despondency.
My last worry is that the band seemed not to enjoy the evening either. To consider yourself a professional and turn out a collective performance like that must be frustrating and it showed with the band members. Spider seemed on the verge of slapping someone by the end of the night and Andrew did not bother to wait for the drums to finish reverberating before he left the stage.
I paint a bleaker picture than perhaps I should. The band did Kitty and some other older classics not touched in a while and I’m led to believe that other shows this Christmas have been tremendous. This part of my week was not the worst part, seeing a coffin in a church is not a pleasant experience especially at Christmas. Even though the gig was not as good as expected, its still a lot better than watching soon-to-be-forgotten Karaoke X factor or cricketers dancing, and next year, the gig will be the best ever.
Infamy, Infamy
They've all got it in fer me