Originally published at: A brief homage to the Wild Cat of Kilkenny, Shane MacGowan | Boing Boing
…
5 Likes
We’re all better off that he was in the world and wrote some amazing music. He’ll be missed…
Some tributes…
7 Likes
Shane once puked on the shoes of a buddy of mine at a show in Birmingham, AL. I was so envious.
5 Likes
2 Likes
RIP to a real one!
Sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I’m going far away (far away)
I’d like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
1 Like
if I should fall from grace with god, where no doctor can relieve me
if I’m buried 'neath the sod, still the angels won’t receive me
let me go, boys
let me go, boys
let me go down in the mud where the rivers all run dry!
one of the greats, my favorite track from that same, world-beating album:
3 Likes
Shane once spent the night in our flat, during/after a party, he fell asleep on the sofa clutching a cushion in one hand and an almost empty bottle of Stone’s Ginger Wine in the other. We got up, made tea, cleared the empties and carnage, swept, made more tea, he still hadn’t moved.
Eventually we shook him awake and told him we were going for a fry-up round the corner. He declined the offer and staggered off towards the tube, still holding the bottle and the cushion.
6 Likes
This topic was automatically closed after 5 days. New replies are no longer allowed.
