RIP Shane MacGowan

[Aladdin]

Rest in Peace Shane.

 

[Idris2002]

 

[RainbowTown]

Thanks for the all the great music. And there was plenty of it.

R.I.P.

 

[sojourner]

Three album's worth of incredible songs, he was a huge hero for me. I'll be singing them for the rest of my life. Adios and rest easy.

 

[Idris2002]

 

[Voley]

What's the song love? Spotify among the blocked here.

Thousands Are Sailing, love.

 

[Rebelda]

There is no more perfect version of this than Shane's. What a voice. Go well Shane.

 

[Aladdin]

Great pic in the Guardian's a life in pictures piece:

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He moved back to the "ancestral home" which was in a little place called Carney Commons..outside Nenagh.
The family had left it 350 yrs ago.

He was well known around there ..and Victoria too.

 

[Sue]

Alistair Darling and the Fun Boy Three?

And Jimmy Corkhill from Brookie makes it The Fab Four. Or something.

 

[JimW]

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

 

[Sue]

I met him loads of times as he was frequently to be found propping up the bar of Filthy McNasties, which I believe he had a share in. That was 20 odd years ago and he looked like shite then.

Does it still exist? Haven't thought about the place for years (I'd a friend who used to drink in there and I'd drop in occasionally.)

 

[skyscraper101]

That is sad although when I met him once we nearly ended up in a fight!

I would genuinely love to know more about this!

 

[marty21]

Sad news - saw them in Swansea in 1988 - great night - including the addition of someone letting off tear gas . First became aware of Pogue Mahone earlier - loved the name as it was one of the Irish Phrases my dad made me learn to shock visiting relatives

RIP.

 

[Spymaster]

Does it still exist?

Apparently not. It became a gastropub about 10 years ago.

 

[Kaka Tim]

good article here -

Shane MacGowan: the poet-musician of dereliction who became a mythic figure

 

[marty21]

I met him loads of times as he was frequently to be found propping up the bar of Filthy McNasties, which I believe he had a share in. That was 20 odd years ago and he looked like shite then.

A shame but on the plus side, if Shane can make it to 65, I must be good for 80!

I used to drink there 20 odd years ago too - never saw Shane in there, but did have a conversation with Spider.

 

[editor]

I would genuinely love to know more about this!

We were both young, drunk and stroppy. He said something out of turn to me, I responded and friends intervened. I've no recollection of our discussion - we were both pissed up twats.

 

[Spymaster]

I used to drink there 20 odd years ago too - never saw Shane in there, but did have a conversation with Spider.

Spider tells his mates "I once met Marty21 in Filthies, back in the day!"

 

[StoneRoad]

RIP, Shane.

 

[marty21]

Spider tells his mates "I once met Marty21 in Filthies, back in the day!"

doubtful - he might remember the mate I was with - who was a muso in those days.

 

[Puddy_Tat]

 

[sojourner]

Shane, Jimmy Corkhill, Darling and Kissinger all on one day.

I'll mourn two of them.

RIP Shane

Kinell, didn't know Jimmy Corkhill had gone too!

 

[sojourner]

I remember seeing the Pogues once and Shane was so wankered he forgot the words to most of the songs. Luckily, we all knew them so filled in.
Also remember seeing Joe Strummer fill in for him at one gig. I came away quite disappointed that it hadn't been Shane, heh.
That was the one I was 7 months preggers at and had to sit out every other song cos I kept nearly passing out

 

[sojourner]

Singing A Pair of Brown Eyes took the exact amount of time to stagger home from my local when I was 21. The neighbours fucking loved me.

 

[Idris2002]

As I was going over, the Cork and Kerry mountains

 

[Voley]

I remember seeing the Pogues once and Shane was so wankered he forgot the words to most of the songs. Luckily, we all knew them so filled in.
Also remember seeing Joe Strummer fill in for him at one gig. I came away quite disappointed that it hadn't been Shane, heh.
That was the one I was 7 months preggers at and had to sit out every other song cos I kept nearly passing out

Yeah the others used to fill in for him a fair bit, particularly towards the end.

I'm trying to think how many times I saw them. Gotta be half a dozen or so. All the big festivals and a cracking Xmas do at Brixton Academy that I went to with RaverDrew.

 

[Idris2002]

this is listed as "connemara, let's go", but it's actually "down in the ground where the dead men go"

 

[Wilf]

Frank Ryan bought you whisky in a brothel in Madrid, and you decked some fucking Blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids.

I could never tell what that bit of the lyric was. Nearest I got was 'cursed some fucking bla.??? who was cursing all the yids'. Makes sense now.

 

[Idris2002]

I could never tell what that bit of the lyric was. Nearest I got was 'cursed some fucking bla.??? who was cursing all the yids'. Makes sense now.

Years ago, I was on the train home, and was able to hear the auld fella in the seat behind me talk about how he had been RAF ground crew, and had been at Dunkirk. . . one of the last to be evacuated. "I put every holy medal I had on me, and I prayed like fuck."

OK, time for Sayonara. Go on yankee break my heart.

 

[Wilf]

The Sickbed of Cuchulain

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
But the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, whoa!
Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, hey
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards singing Billy in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So, you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cúchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in his Heaven and Billy's down by the bay (yah!)

I was in London on Monday and got to Euston a bit early for my train and half wondered if I had time for a quick pint. Guess what came to mind?

As it turned out, I didn't even get a drink, but opted for a meal deal instead. So not the most Shane oriented anecdote.