I never thought I'd make it back there to where Shane McGowan was eating lasagna with his bucket of booze. But besides the I Heart Shane t-shirt my fan girl naivete didn't shine all the way through- more so my appreciation for all the night and evenings of Irish waltzing he's given me- all the times when I needed to kick some world's ass and that was just the music to do it to and not care at the same time.
Shane Mc Gowan is exactly as they all say he is- not an ounce of exaggeration- which is scary and refreshing and exalting and sobering all at once. (well "sobering" metaphorically speaking) He said- waving a tomato sauced finger at me- "What's your name?!" I said- "Annika" He said- "Well sit down." and I plopped myself on the black leather couch next to the closest thing to wizard genius this world has ever spit out, but also someone I just wanted to take in my arms and hold.
If I told him this he'd probably emit one of his signature hiss-laughs and offer me another gin and whiskey- nasty stuff- not very delicate. But, according to Shane- the tonic bonds it all.
Ah Shane, I miss you and arm wrestling your band. You reminded me that the honest firecrackers are still out there. That not everyone has an ego and that deadpan honesty and straightforwardness will still be honored by somewhere or someone.
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