Sat Oct 24, 2009 9:15 pm
Out-fooking-standing! I drop in here to keep track of the band's (heretofore, distant) travels, and many of us never really thought that we'd be standing a few feet from both the Pogues and the legendary Colfax Ave! The aptly-named Irish Rover on Broadway actually organized a bus to the concert.
I had predicted on my blog that tears would flow as "Thousands" was played, but it took less time than that. As the band launched into the blistering main body of "Young Ned", a hail of those glow stick thingies, beer cups and the glittering, trailing plumes of the blessed beverage they had held filled the air, and there were tears on my cheeks. At that moment I was as happy as I've been in years, and I'll remember it all my life.
I can't recall a single disappointment with the show as it stood (oh sure, "White City", 'Fairytale", natch). The band was out of its mind, Shane was in strong voice and chatty. Addendum to the previous comment about his Ray-Bans: they did in fact, come off briefly during "Old Main Drag" where the singer complains that they "messed up my good looks"- priceless!
I was unprepared for the barely contained chaos that was "Fiesta", in which one of humankind's nobler inventions, the beer tray, gave its life. I got to sing along to "Dirty Old Town" and "Streams of Whiskey", and did in fact raise a glass to JFK, and 8 musicians besides. I can now slide contentedly into middle age, though if you fellas want to come back next year, I can easily put on my Docs and step back out.
A shout to the Cobras who put on a strong set in the difficult circumstance of a crowd waiting breathlessly for its first brush with Poguetry. As Rachel Nagy said in her parting exhortation, I did indeed "enjoy the f*ck out of the Pogues".