Their performance showed me that sincerity always beats irony.
We were just back from our honeymoon. We were going to see Elvis Costello, whose new album we’d been singing along to all summer. We met outside and discussed whether or not to watch the support act – who we’d never heard of – or go for a drink until the main act. We decided to give them five minutes.
They’d been on the stage five seconds before we were jumping up and down and cheering. The Pogues, still then referring to themselves as Pogue Mahone.
