POGUES at WILTERN - 18-20 Oct 2006

**Sat Oct 21, 2006 8:48 pm**

Lovely pics joshroush
Don´t bother bout the quallity we get the spirit

Cheers
Johan

**Sat Oct 21, 2006 10:34 pm**

Consumed into the gallery.

**Sat Oct 21, 2006 10:35 pm**

Thanks you! All of you pic posters are great.

**Sun Oct 22, 2006 1:59 am**

much, much better than my pics. faves of yours: phil, shane/ella dancing

**Sun Oct 22, 2006 8:13 am**

Photos of the 20/10 show (the band as well as fans)

**Sun Oct 22, 2006 10:08 am**

Hey thanks guys, really appreciate the compliments. Feel free to download them, hell I dont even care if you reuse them, just give me the credit if you do. Ive seen more than a few pictures Ive took of Social Distortion and Dropkick Murphys floating around throughout the years.

**Sun Oct 22, 2006 12:04 pm**

philipchevron wrote:
pogues24 wrote:It seems the setlist is still the same as it was when I saw them back in March earlier this year in Atlantic City. The only notable difference is The Boys From the County Hell, in Atlantic City they played Rain Street instead. Oh yeah, didn't Andrew Ranken sing The Star of the County Down at the West Coast shows, cause that was one of the many highlights from the show that I saw.

Iain

Andrew's laryngitis has slowly improved and we all hope to hear that coastal baritone back in action in December.

That is nice to hear.

**Sun Oct 22, 2006 7:50 pm**

Zuzana wrote:Photos of the 20/10 show (the band as well as fans)

"Quasi-bummed" that Shane allowed Philip to sing the song Philip wrote? :roll:

**Sun Oct 22, 2006 10:21 pm**

neilinseattle wrote:
Zuzana wrote:Photos of the 20/10 show (the band as well as fans)

"Quasi-bummed" that Shane allowed Philip to sing the song Philip wrote?

ahaha, maybe it was really someone else, like...a security guy...or the bartender...who knows.. :lol:

**Mon Oct 23, 2006 7:54 am**

For the first few songs it seemed as if MacGowan could barely walk, let alone sing: his timing off, cigarette dangling from his lip as he slurred the words I wasn’t sure he even remembered, and really, to call it singing would be a stretch. But that band is tight, incredibly professional, and the absolute genius of the songwriting shines through even when the writer is ready to fall down dead drunk. He swung the microphone by its cord in a horrifyingly uncoordinated impression of Roger Daltrey, using much less line but still managing to stumble and tangle himself. His occasional banter between songs was incomprehensible. At one point I’m pretty sure he said something about “kicking Korea’s ass.” But as the night moved on his performance smoothed out and he sang and he did know the words and those words can still make me cry. They played everything I hoped to hear, even bringing out a woman—sorry, didn’t catch her name—for that song during the second encore. She was no Kirsty MacColl, but who is? And when they danced together in a simulated snowfall at the end it just about broke my fucking heart.

I love that guy.

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**Mon Oct 23, 2006 8:16 am**

Pogues rocked and Shane came on with the usual perfect combo--complete incoherence when talking between the songs except for "fuck," "Korea," "America," and "Bomb"-but his and Spider's and Phil's singing was amazing. The Accordian embarassed many a guitarist.

Saw Dylan the day after and I feel sorry for ol' Bob. He's so introverted and just plays while I was constantly comparing him to the energy of the crowd. Saw what i was sure were some Poguegrants from the night before. Guinness and Ireland were all over there shirts. Will teach "FairyTale" and "Fiesta" to my High Schoolers.

go rabh mait agat, Boyzz.
Paddy

**Mon Oct 23, 2006 9:31 am**

Core!! Philip!! That black suit and red tie is gorgeous!

**Mon Oct 23, 2006 9:02 pm**

neilinseattle wrote:
Zuzana wrote:Photos of the 20/10 show (the band as well as fans)

"Quasi-bummed" that Shane allowed Philip to sing the song Philip wrote?

I hope he's joking what a rediculous statement. :shock:

**Tue Oct 24, 2006 8:18 am**

the Pogues at the Wiltern Theater. Los Angeles concert crowds are notoriously dull. Everyone just sort of stands there with their arms crossed staring blankly towards the stage. This was different. The moment the opening act left the stage, the crowd started chanting, "Shaaaaaaane-oooooo... Shaaaaaaane-oooooo...." Groups of people all over the place were partaking in group toasts with whiskey or beer. A soccer chant started in the back of the hall. Then the lights dimmed and the Clash's "Straight to Hell" played. The crowd went nuts. Then the band walked out on stage and the place erupted. The guy standing in front of me was from County Cork; he was waving his hat in the air and pumping his fists. The band members found their places, waved to the crowd... and then himself came out. Wearing head-to-toe black with messy hair, Shane MacGowan staggered to the center of the stage. Fists were pumped in the air, people were screaming, a mosh pit started before anyone even said anything. A few beers were thrown across the hall. And then they roared into the first song ("If I Should Fall From Grace With God" if I remember correctly). Everyone sang along -- to this and every other song -- for 2 hours. Shane took a few breaks to let Phil ("Thousands Are Sailing" and "Young Ned of the Hill") and Spider ("Tuesday Morning") take turns at the mic. There were more mosh pits and thrown beers, singing and chanting throughout it all, as Shane staggered around flinging his microphone, knocking things over, screaming, singing, and mumbling incoherently. It was amazing.

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I saw the Pogues at the Wiltern last Friday, and their rowdy Irish/punk music kicked butt.

Sure, lead singer Shane McGowan slurred most of his brilliant lyrics. During intrumental bits he wandered around the stage, struggling to walk in time with the music, haphazardly pointing his fingers at the ground, almost in rhythm.

But he remembered nearly all the lyrics! And every other member of the band played with a professional intensity and verve that had the whole crowd bopping. Some of them moshed in the pit down below me (I was up in the loge seats - far above the plunging animals, thank you!), and wrapped their beefy arms around each other to sway in long lines during the slower songs.

The Pogues are a band who can get you bouncing to their pounding beat without using an electric guitar, who can make your heart beat faster with a mandolin and an accordian. Lead singer/songwriter Shane McGowan is a notorious drunk (to quote one of his own songs "the miserablest son of bitches bastard's whore") but he can reference everyone from Coleridge to Donleavy to Bredan Behan with a romantic Irish fluency not found anywhere else. His songs talk about hell, ghosts, prostitution, drugs, death, horse racing, dog racing, and every form of alcohol known to man. (There were five green bottles/ Sitting on the floor./ I wish to Christ/ I wish to Christ/ That I had fifty more.") But he can also be intensely romantic, even sweet, conjuring beautiful images of misty mornings or the sound of the haunting corncrake's cry. Hell and heaven intermingle everywhere. A sweet, quiet lullaby with will whisper, "May the ghosts that howl/ 'Round the house at night/ Never keep you from your sleep./ May they all sleep tight/Down in hell tonight/ Or wherever they may be."

In the song "Turkish Song of the Damned," on their masterpiece album "If I Should Fall From Grace with God," Shane sings "I come old friend from hell tonight/Across the rotting sea./Neither the nails of the cross/nor the blood of Christ/can bring you hope this eve." Not only is the "rotting sea" a direct quote from Coleridge's "Rime of the Ancient Mariner," but Shane throws his own crazy ideas about god and hell and Jesus into the mix. He's a Catholic, if not a good one. But then -- he's Irish.

In the far more romantic song "Fairy Tale of New York," Shane and Jem Finer write these classic and typical opening lines: "It was Christmas Eve, babe/ In the drunk tank/ An old man said to me/ Won't see another one..." This lovely song is a duet, and the woman responds at one point: "You scumbag, you maggot/ You cheap lousy faggot/ Happy Christmas your ass/ I pray God it's our last." The song then swoops into a lyrical chorus and finishes with her saying: "You took my dreams from me/When I first found you." He replies: "I kept them with me, babe./ I put them with my own./ Can't make it all alone/ I've built my dreams around you." It's an amazing Poguian mix of anger, alcohol, romance, and poetry.

We all expect the toothless Shane to expire from drink at any moment. But he's lasted this long. Maybe I'll get another chance to see them in a rabble rousing concert one day.

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**Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:45 pm**

look for a review on filter magazine's site very very soon!

http://www.filter-mag.com/

i saw shane in dublin in 2001, and even though that show was in ireland, the show in LA last friday was LEAPS and bounds better than the one dublin. i wish everyone at the wiltern could have been in the pit, because it was so amazing! i swear i made about 7 new best friends that night. alas, no beer tray for me. oh well.

i'll post the link ot the review once it's up.

POGUES at WILTERN - 18-20 Oct 2006

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