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Day 19: A song from the 80s
The Smiths - Barbarism Begins at Home
The Smiths - Barbarism Begins at Home
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I agree with everything you just said.Day 19 a song from the 80’s
22+2 =24
Sinead was one of the bravest artists of our time and the world did her dirty.
Also this song is super fucking hot.
As I said in my post, Cait O'Riordan is the cat's ass. I love everyfuckingthing she does.
Day 19
The Pogues - Sally MacLennane
+1 for being Irish
+1 for Cait "Rocky" O'Riordan on bass
+1 for beer and whiskey
(=33)
I don’t think there’s any controversy with liking the album NOW. And even in the day it was mostly just Roling Stone and they’d already jumped the shark anywayI hope you're not suggesting that I'm polarizing and odd... as you just characterized 'Autoamerican'.
I'm totally joking, of course! Thank you for the very kind compliment. Sincerely!
Love this guy. Sadly, I read a while back that his health is so bad he can hardly hold a drumstick. that might be a dramatization but I know he had to stop performing.Day 19: A song from the 80s
Phil Collins - I Don't Care Anymore
I was lucky enough to see them half a dozen times, still some of my favourite concertsDay 19: A song from the 80s
The Pogues. Ah, the Pogues. Originally called "Pogue Mahone," which was James Joyce's Anglization of the Gaeilge phrase "póg mo thóin," (if you remember what I said yesterday about spoken vs written Gaeilge, here is an example), which translates into "kiss my ass." Which, depending on your relationship to the speaker, can be rude or delightful. I am pretty sure the Poges meant it to be both. They shortened the name to The Pogues due to BBC threats of censorship because British governmental agencies don't have any more a sense of humor than those in the US.
The Pogues mixed the Irish music of their families (many members were first generation Irish immigrants to London) with the biting punk sensibilities. The trad music community hated them, at least at first, but they reenergized the traditional music scene as well as opening the way to several new music styles. In 86 or 87 they teamed up with the Dubliners, who were the banner holders for traditional Irish music -- not bad for a band called the worst thing to happen to Irish music ever.
They were a party band. Famous for playing Saturday Night Live drunk as monks on Saturnalia, following in the footsteps of The Replacements, but that was not a rare thing. (I am pretty sure they were half in the tank at least, the times I saw them). But they could really bring the joy to a good reel or jig. And they did serious as well. "Streets of Sorrow"/"Birmingham Six," which dealt with The Troubles in a very raw yet dignified way, and drew attention to the travesty of justice that was the Birmingham Six and Guildford Four, men in the wrong place and time tortured into confessions. They were censored by the British government again for claiming convicted terrorists were not treated fairly, something they had to chew and swallow a few years later when the convictions were overturned since the confessions were, in fact, brought out by torture. But the first half of that song, sung by Terry Woods, can bring you to tears.
This song is not only the most popular Pogues song, it is one of the greatest Christmas songs ever. Originally, it was supposed to be a duet for Shane MacGowen with bassist Cait O'Riordan, who is the cat's ass, but she left the band while recording that album. But they found a perfect singer for it in the wonderful Kirsty MacColl. Originally written as a more traditional "Irish seafarer missing his family at Christmas" song, but it was crap. They rewrote the lyrics as a drunk couple conversing during the holiday, and named it after a novel lying around the studio. It is wonderful, any time of year. And it was played at Shane MacGowen's funeral last November. I cried my fucking eyes out, then got drunk and sang a lot. As it should be.
"Fairytale of New York," The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl (+1 for Female, +1 for Irish, +1 for Irish location, +1 for booze, +1 for luck=5)
Dude, if you can't find another Pogues song with booze and Ireland, you aren't looking very hard...The Pogues seem the right choice for 80’s day but Fairytale of New York and all the bonus points were stolen, so we can go with one of the great versions of a beautiful anti-war song,
+1 for Irish band, 24 points
Dude, I chose the song I wanted not the points song.Dude, if you can't find another Pogues song with booze and Ireland, you aren't looking very hard...
Probably one of my favorite 80's songs.Day 19: A song from the 80s
I was so very tempted to choose this but that would mean a Christmas song outside of December and I just couldn't break the only rule I haveDay 19: A song from the 80s
The Pogues. Ah, the Pogues. Originally called "Pogue Mahone," which was James Joyce's Anglization of the Gaeilge phrase "póg mo thóin," (if you remember what I said yesterday about spoken vs written Gaeilge, here is an example), which translates into "kiss my ass." Which, depending on your relationship to the speaker, can be rude or delightful. I am pretty sure the Poges meant it to be both. They shortened the name to The Pogues due to BBC threats of censorship because British governmental agencies don't have any more a sense of humor than those in the US.
The Pogues mixed the Irish music of their families (many members were first generation Irish immigrants to London) with the biting punk sensibilities. The trad music community hated them, at least at first, but they reenergized the traditional music scene as well as opening the way to several new music styles. In 86 or 87 they teamed up with the Dubliners, who were the banner holders for traditional Irish music -- not bad for a band called the worst thing to happen to Irish music ever.
They were a party band. Famous for playing Saturday Night Live drunk as monks on Saturnalia, following in the footsteps of The Replacements, but that was not a rare thing. (I am pretty sure they were half in the tank at least, the times I saw them). But they could really bring the joy to a good reel or jig. And they did serious as well. "Streets of Sorrow"/"Birmingham Six," which dealt with The Troubles in a very raw yet dignified way, and drew attention to the travesty of justice that was the Birmingham Six and Guildford Four, men in the wrong place and time tortured into confessions. They were censored by the British government again for claiming convicted terrorists were not treated fairly, something they had to chew and swallow a few years later when the convictions were overturned since the confessions were, in fact, brought out by torture. But the first half of that song, sung by Terry Woods, can bring you to tears.
This song is not only the most popular Pogues song, it is one of the greatest Christmas songs ever. Originally, it was supposed to be a duet for Shane MacGowen with bassist Cait O'Riordan, who is the cat's ass, but she left the band while recording that album. But they found a perfect singer for it in the wonderful Kirsty MacColl. Originally written as a more traditional "Irish seafarer missing his family at Christmas" song, but it was crap. They rewrote the lyrics as a drunk couple conversing during the holiday, and named it after a novel lying around the studio. It is wonderful, any time of year. And it was played at Shane MacGowen's funeral last November. I cried my fucking eyes out, then got drunk and sang a lot. As it should be.
"Fairytale of New York," The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl (+1 for Female, +1 for Irish, +1 for Irish location, +1 for booze, +1 for luck=5)
I was so very tempted to choose this but that would mean a Christmas song outside of December and I just couldn't break the only rule I have