Fri Mar 14, 2008 3:38 pm
Warning - this is going to be a long post, and an emotional one at that. It's what happens when you stay away too long.
You don't think the Pogues could come to my hometown without me in the audience, do you?
Well yes, it did happen last year, thanks to a vicious ice storm and an equally vicious fever visited upon the other half. That's why I was convinced that this year some other calamity would occur to prevent me from going. Kept waiting for that other shoe to drop, it never did, and so last night found me in place, front and center, ready for joy.
Good thing I was ready.
OK, let me get this over with right here and now, although some of you already know it - I love Philp Chevron. There, I said it. It's not a crush (that's still and always for Shane); it's that wonderful unique love you feel for someone you don't actually know and yet you've let into your heart. When I learned the news about Philip's health last year I was stunned as we all were, and prayed for better news and better times. I wondered if we'd ever see him play again and felt somehow that we would, that no matter how things looked at that moment it was going to be alright. I knew that seeing him with the band last night would be a joyous and emotional experience, and oh was it ever. For there stood Mr. C, a bit paler and even thinner than one would think possible, but blessedly whole, looking absolutely beautiful in suit and hat, quite neatly singing and playing the hell out of his guitar. I cried through most of the the first three songs and felt compelled to recite the Shehecheyanu, the Jewish prayer said at the beginning of holidays and special occasions, and whenever something that has not happened for a while, happens. It felt most appropriate and fitting; here it is in English:
"Blessed are You, O Lord our G-D, Ruler of the universe, who has kept us in life, sustained us, and brought us to this moment"
Not that this was a solemn occasion. Please. It was the Pogues, as hard charging as ever. Did they deliver a spot-on performance, not a note out of place? Yes they did. Did they cause a ruckus, raise the roof, and get every body and soul gathered there moving as one? Yes they did. Was there ever a doubt they'd do it? Not for one moment. And Shane? Looked jes' fine, sounded even better, if a bit subdued. Still one of the loveliest profiles around.
When I wrote about the December '05 UK shows here, oh so long ago, I mentioned how fine the Pogues look onstage. Two years on I was struck yet again by this. I'm not talking about their individual appearances - it's more than that. I go to several concerts a year - less than in my youth but still manage to get around. And I don't think there's any band that is so wonderful to watch, or who looks so good. I still can't quite figure out what it is, most likely a combination of factors, but it becomes almost like theater - very loud, visceral theater.
So, a perfect night, or almost perfect. Having survived being down in front at Pogues shows in Brixton, Glasgow, and NYC on St Patrick's Day, I thought last night in Philly wouldn't be any more difficult. Oops. The pushing, shoving, moshing, etc proved to be a bit too much (although it wasn't so much of a mosh pit as a slosh pit). Well, glasses and long hair (which I stupidly forgot to tie back last night - guess it has been too long) do make one vulnerable, and at the age of (oy) 50 my patience for these shenanigans has started to wear thin. I hung in for the set, then moved back a bit for the encores. That turned out to be a good move, as I wound up watching from the steps and had a lovely view of the complete ensemble. Tossed myself back into the crowd for Fiesta - why not?
Thank you gentlemen. Thank you G-D, the spirits and modern medicine. Bless you Philip and all who travel with you.
And much love to the boys onstage and everyone who comes out to see them.