Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:45 pm
So you see, everyone, in this crazy mixed up world where most media is owned by money-grubbing, lowest-common-denominator-fixated, run-of-the-mill, flavour-of-the-week trash, we have enjoyed what might very well be a last bastion of ....I don't know what.... but I know it when I see it, quality. And I like to think that one day, when Heather is married with children, and has moved on with new friends, a great job, and is not moaning quite so much, that some 14 year old kid who isn't quite as much as a gutter rat as IMLPH, but maybe just a little bit, will stumble onto Medusa and discover ...yes, the most complete set of information about the Pogues..... but also the Great Ticket Rip-Off of Washington 2005, the great wind that was Fintan (before he became wildly famous), the great secret Pocket of Walshy, the booting of IMLPH, the great friends who tell each other what they listen to, the opinions on teeth and booze, the "meet ups", the commentary of the Pogues Whistle Player, the anticipation of who-besides-the-Saw Doctors would be opening on the next tour, and where your going on holiday, and what's your favorite cheese and how'd you bloody know. And who thought what Pogues lyrics were what. And all laugh, and swear we would all walk hand in hand down Broadway if we could ..... and living vacariously through those that did. And comfort a friend who has ailing family, or who is in a bit too deep with alcohol, or is just having a bad day. And all of this, all over the world. That, is what I think everyone who stumbles onto this site should see. And ...that there was a Heather, and for one brief shining moment she had her own thread, and people liked her, and went with the absurdly civil movement to elevate her to stardom. And if they get it, great, and if they don't, they don't become a member and look back a couple thousand post later and think thoughts similar to the ones I just expressed above. Cheers everyone; I'd have one for each of you, but I have to function tomorrow. Much love, EV.
What kind of fuckery is this?
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