My brother and I went to see Shane and the Popes at a place on Landsdowne. Later, a bartender I knew told me Shane n was seen next door drinking 10 gins at Mamakin (place next door) just before going on. He came on sweating and he had two big fans right in front of him set. We had found a place standing right at the stage. Good view. That was not wise because these big droogs started bashing into each other and basically we were in the way and candidates from broken arms etc. So went onto the stage, where a guard was about to block us. But in sign language I explained we were normal people, weren't going to mosh, and and we were just going round the big amps and then back into the safer part peripheral of the crowd again. That found us on stools at the very far back of the bar. We'd seen Shane and the Popes and we could hear them fine in the back. But, at some point he broke into Cracklin Rose. "Neil Diamond?" I asked my brother, Mike. "Wow" Un-cool beyond cool. The joint was rockin. Have to see this! We came back to watch more closely. But safely outside the front and center. It sounded great. I imagine versions of Cracklin Rose were on the Irish Hit Parade on Saturdays. I learned later it is a song about cheap wine (Gypsy Rose, Wild Irish Rose) - I think this was before Sweet Caroline became an anthem at Fenway. Saw a picture of Shane with Bruce Sprinsteen recently. Looks like he has slowed down. Saw the Pogues with Mike when they first came over here (also on Landsdowne) with Kait O'Riordan on bass and a St Patrick's Day at the Orpheum after Sean had rejoined. Always a remarkable show..
Through a cyclone fence up in Milwaukee//I got up the gumption and Talked to Bo Diddley!
My cousins were older.... and they had the Look walk and swagger. Black leather too. Like Eddie Cochran, god bless him!
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