THE TAO IS LIKE A RIVER

So Shane and The Pogues blew apart sometime after Hell’s Ditch, and I was more than prepared for it. I had heard the hollow men rustling in the breeze long before…

I didn’t pick up either of the post-Shane Pogues’ discs, knowing that the charms of a Tuesday Morning likely masked a Squeeze/Other Voices/Full Circle type fiasco.

I was still curious enough to buy The Snake when it was released.

Not that it was a return to form or anything, but it was diverting, and not censed with the stink of death that Hell’s Ditch wore.

Soon after this, I met up with Stereolab, and didn’t but occasionally look back down the road. Every so often I’d see Shane’s name pop up in print somewhere, check to see if it was his obit, and move on.

Now I note that the reformed Pogues are scheduled to play the 9:30 Club in DC in a few months.

I tell you what Shane—if you make it, I’ll make it.

Hope to see you there…