Who needs a liver?

God bless the Pogues.

And God bless Shane, the only true poet that popular music has ever produced. (Don't fucking argue with me, it's true. The man's a genius.)

And God bless the friend who got me the ticket to that show...front row CENTER.

Shane was SPOT-fucking-ON. Clearly intoxicated, to put it mildly, and I could not for the life of me make out what he was saying when he talked in between songs, but when he sang, every single lyric was discernible. WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED THAT?! Animated, funny, dare I say it, almost seemed happy to be there.

The only moment I felt was a bit contrived was "Fairytale of New York." Fake snow, and a rather forced looking waltz. Meh...I don't know why they think they need to do that. Just because they improvised that part once with Kirsty MacColl and it was on video? Unnecessary. The song is beautiful, the girl (never caught her name, but I believe she's the daughter of someone in the band) sounded great, a lovely young thing in a delapitated vintage dress which perfectly suited the whole gestalt of the thing. Please guys, no need to force that little dance out there. Just sing it. Your audience gets it.

A more coherent review may come later, as I get my bearings, have some zoom juice and piece together what I remember of the set list.

EDIT: PHOTOS HERE.

But again...probably one of the best shows I've seen in a long, long time. I am truly, truly grateful.