Posts Tagged ‘The Pogues’

Reel scored for pennywhistle and putty knife

March 17, 2017

It’s not as boondocky as it looks: The Trek 520 shoot took place just west of Albuquerque.

There was a time when I might have begun St. Patrick’s Day with a dollop of Irish in the coffee and ended it with a few pints of the black, playing Clannad, The Chieftains and The Pogues in between.

Not this year.

We’d been contemplating the renovation of Herself’s office, and as it happens the dude who does that sort of thing for us was available this very week, the same week during which Herself was scheduled to take a business trip to Florida.

Bejaysis.

So instead of getting my Irish on I arose early to feed and water the menagerie, swallow a bit of (unenhanced) java, and record the voiceover on my Trek 520 video (see screenshot, above) before the hooley resumed. The cats took up their positions under the bed and Mister Boo — well, nothing fazes The Boo save a late meal, so he was fine.

And I broke out the old iPod Nano, the better to hear The Chieftains by. May yis all be in heaven a half hour before the divvil hears you’re dead.

 

Christmas music that doesn’t suck (4)

December 24, 2012

I already slapped this one up this year, but it is about Christmas Eve (in the drunk tank), so up it goes again. Can’t tell you how delighted I was to learn that Shane MacGowan has new teefers for the holidays. I wonder if they’ve changed his “singing” voice. …

Meanwhile, Herself, Herself the Elder, Mister Boo and I drove to Fort Fun for an early (and delicious) holiday meal with my sister and her husband. A wonderful time was had by all, and — ¡que milagro! — the trip there and back was completely without incident. Normally we see a half-dozen cars upside down in the median thanks to the usual palette of human stupidities, but this time around there wasn’t even any serious stop-and-go. We even beat the snow home.

A Christmas miracle, to be sure. Here’s hoping your holiday goes likewise.

Intermission

December 6, 2012

This has absolutely nothing to do with Zappadan, but it’s nonetheless timely, and I like it, so there you have it.

A colleague forwarded this Guardian piece that tells the tale behind the making of one of my favorite Christmas songs, “Fairytale of New York,” by The Pogues, with the late, great Kirsty MacColl on vocals. Herself and I dance to it every Christmas Eve.

Seems “Fairytale” has been reissued on its 25th anniversary, and The Pogues — complete with Shane MacGowan and his “bombsite of a mouth” — will perform at the O2 in London on Dec. 20 to celebrate their 30th anniversary.

And on Dec. 24, Herself and I will dance.