20 years ago this month I had a ticket from Op to a Pogues show, but I blew it off. Every time I'd tried to see them Shane MacGowan had completely ruined it by being beyond wasted so I just said fuck it this time, content to curl myself up on one of the red velvet couches in the bar next to Irving Plaza (the one I puked in after throwing my t-shirt onstage at Joe Strummer) and read Paddy's Lament. That night Kirsty MacColl made a surprise appearance with The Pogues, masterfully singing her classic duet A Fairytale of New York with McGowan. It tuned out to be the last appearance she would ever make, as she was killed in a boating accident a few weeks later, 20 years ago today. Kinda eerie that she was killed during the Christmas season for which the song she's become most famous for is now a standard.
Thursday, November 30, 2023
Regrets.
(Originally posted December 2020)
Along with not going to see Al Green preach in Holly Springs when I lived an hour away for two years, this is probably my greatest rock regret of all time.
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