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Yesterday Shane McGowan, the singer of The Pogues, passed on. <\/p>\n

In my novel Stella Maris<\/a>, my main character Skye stops by a random pub with a couple of punk hitchhikers, and they encounter a gang of boot boys playing The Pogues song A Pair of Brown Eyes<\/a>, (One of my favorite songs ever,) to pay tribute to a friend who had recently passed on. As they are all boisterously singing along with the jukebox, patrons from around the bar also join in, including my character Skye.<\/p>\n

Shane and his band were a big deal for me. I discovered The Pogues when I went to England for the first time, buying their album Rum, Sodomy, and The Lash<\/a>. Shane and The Pogues were a huge influence on myself and so many other members of my punk tribe, singing traditional-style Irish folk music with a hard rock and roll spirit and energy, being unashamedly Irish in the midst of London and strong anti-Irish sentiment in Britain.<\/p>\n

I saw them play in 1989, at the height of their popularity. It was epic, with people crushing up against the stage at The Fillmore with everyone singing along as if we were all part of the band rather than just spectators. It was a singular concert experience. Shane was in prime form and the band played everything flawlessly. <\/p>\n

The inclusion of that song in this scene is my homage to Shane McGowan and that band. In retrospect, given McGowan’s wild lifestyle, it’s rather amazing that he lived as long as he did. But he’s given so much life as one of the most talented songwriters of my generation. <\/em><\/p>\n

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From my novel Stella Maris:<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

     \u201cI don’t really know Sacramento all that well.\u201d
\n     \u201cI thought you were from here,\u201d said Take.
\n     \u201cNot here. San Francisco. This is a bit East a’ that.\u201d
\n     They drove around, finding the main streets before turning down promising looking side streets.
\n     After passing by variety stores and a few independent restaurants, they found a corner bar, a pub called Barking Bulldogs. The door was covered with band stickers and they could hear the faraway sounds of thrash music.
\n     No one said anything. They all instinctively knew they were going to go to the pub the moment they saw it.
\n     Skye found a parking spot a few blocks away and they made their way to the pub.
\n     Walking in, their eyes had to adjust to the dark scene. The place was about half full. A couple of metalhead women were drinking at a high bar stool table by the one bright window in the place. At least half a dozen cap and boot boys in Derby jackets were crowding the bar, almost all of them drinking pints of beer. Several baldies in band shirts were playing pool at the other side of the bar near the jukebox. A trio of fashion punks with spikes and mohawks exploding from their heads were at a booth with pints of beer and baskets of fries. Some working class patrons were also interspersed throughout the place.
\n     \u201cDRI,\u201d said Jason.
\n     \u201cWhat?\u201d asked Take.
\n     \u201cOn the jukebox,\u201d said Skye.
\n     They walked up to the bar and approached the short goth bartender with black bangs and heavy makeup. \u201cDo we order food here or does someone come around?\u201d asked Skye.
\n     \u201cJust have a sit at any table and someone will come around for your food and drink orders.\u201d
\n     \u201cHey, this is a classy joint!\u201d said Take.
\n     \u201cIt don’ get no classier,\u201d smiled the Goth bartender.
\n     They found a table by a small and dingy window in the corner of the bar.
\n     \u201cBoot boys, punks, and metalheads,\u201d said Jason. \u201cQuite a menagerie they have here.\u201d
\n     \u201cIt’s Sacramento,\u201d said Skye. \u201cIt’s not like they got hipster dives on every corner.\u201d
\n     \u201cAll the dirtbags gravitate to this enclave,\u201d said Take.
\n     \u201cPretty much,\u201d said Skye. \u201cAt least that’s what I’m guessin’. Like I said, I don’t know the scene around here that well.\u201d
\n     A tall and skinny waiter with long and flat blonde hair and a Cradle of Filth shirt come to their table.
\n     \u201cYou got onion rings?\u201d asked Skye.<\/p>\n

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     Skye sat back and patted her stomach. \u201cJesus, like I didn’t feel fat before.\u201d
\n     \u201cOh fuck me,\u201d said Take. \u201cYou’re not fat. How can you call yourself fat?\u201d
\n     \u201cBecause she ate that whole basket of onion rings,\u201d said Jason. \u201cThat basket was at least fifty thousand calories.\u201d
\n     Skye leaned back in her chair as Jason and Take leaned on the table. They had order a good amount of food and had managed to eat all of it.
\n     \u201cDrivin’ makes ya hungry,\u201d said Skye. \u201cI feel fuckin’ fat, an’ I still want a beer.\u201d
\n     Jason looked at Skye. \u201cYou think they’ll sell to us?\u201d
\n     Skye shrugged. \u201cYou could always try. They might be sketchy about keepin’ their liquor license though. Ain’tcha got a fake ID?\u201d
\n     \u201cWe do got IDs,\u201d said Take, \u201cBut I don’t think the bartenders drunk enough for them to work right now.\u201d
\n     The cap and boots who had been hanging by the bar began to gather in a circle. They were all standing quietly as a song started up over the bar speakers. A slow accordion and quick a mandolin strum started up. A gravel voice kicked in and all of the caps and boots started singing along.
\n     \u201cOne summer evening, drunk to hell, I sat there nearly lifeless…\u201d
\n     \u201cOh man, I love this song!\u201d said Skye.
\n     \u201cMe too,\u201d said Jason.
\n     As the boot and cap boys sang with the song, a couple of pool-playing baldies walked up to the bar and started singing with them.
\n     \u201cLet’s go join ’em,\u201d said Skye.
\n     \u201cWe don’t even know them,\u201d said Take.
\n     Jason stood up. \u201cLet’s go!\u201d
\n     By the time Skye and Jason had walked up to the singing crowd, several of the heavy metal women and a few of the fashion punks had also walked up to the bar and joined in on the sing along. Everyone knew the lyrics and was singing along in near near-perfect unison.
\n     \u201cFor a paaaair of broooown eeeeeyes, foooor a paaair of broooown eeeeeeeyes!\u201d
\n     The song slowed down and started to fade away. The bar singers clinked glasses. A couple of the cap boys turned around and touched glasses with Skye, who was holding on to her pint.
\n      \u201cThat was fuckin’ great!\u201d yelled a tall and slim cap boy. \u201cWe don’t know half a’ you lot, and you all joined in anyways.\u201d
\n     \u201cWe were playin’ that for our buddy Bonn,\u201d announced the large cap boy.
\n     \u201cWho’s Bonn?\u201d asked one of the metal women.
\n     \u201cOur friend Bonn who passed on last week. This was his favorite bar and that was his favorite song.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou mean to tell me this guy’s dead and buried,\u201d said Skye, \u201cand he’s still causing a ruckus at the pub?\u201d
\n     The cap boys laughed.
\n     \u201cHe did always stir shit up in his day,\u201d said the tall and skinny cap boy.
\n     Skye walked up to the tall boy. \u201cYou guys all native?\u201d
\n     \u201cMost of us. Almost all of us grew up here. We met in high school. All of us were metalheads or rockers back in junior high. Then a few of us got into the mod scene, while a couple of us went punk.\u201d
\n     \u201cSounds familiar,\u201d said Skye. \u201cI was an AM radio geek in high school until I met my friend Casey.\u201d
\n     \u201cShe turned you to the dark side then?\u201d
\n     \u201cShe warmed up to me after I got into a fight.\u201d
\n     \u201cBonn was the one who recruited me. I was fresh from a suburban school, a place with a lot of fucked up rich kids who constantly fucked with me. By the time I got to high school I was skulking around in my black overcoat, just tryin’ to avoid people.\u201d
\n     \u201cI was the same way. I tried to ignore just about everyone when I first got to high school.\u201d
\n     \u201cGil and his crew were always on the lookout for the weirdos and loners, the ones who didn’t fit in. They were always asking me to come along with them to shows and parties, just to give the oddballs a place to be. That’s what he did with me. Gil is the big boy over there,\u201d said tall and Skinny as he pointed at the large cap boy.
\n     \u201cHe’s kinda like your leader then?\u201d
\n     \u201cHe’s the most boisterous. He just kinda naturally takes charge. Plus he’s not as much as a fuck up as the rest of us lot.\u201d
\n     Skye looked around at all the cap and boot boys. \u201cSo you really grew up with this whole gang?\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah. Mostly. I mean, Gil was one of the original skinheads, back before they became fascist pricks. I was the tall punk with the five foot mohawk, and some a them lot were mods.\u201d
\n     \u201cThey still mods?\u201d
\n     Tall and skinny shrugged. \u201cWe don’t really go much for labels anymore. We relate more to punk than anything else. Doesn’t mean were above an English Beat show now and then.\u201d
\n     Skye held out her hand. \u201cI’m Skye.\u201d
\n     \u201cJake-O,\u201d said tall and skinny as he shook her hand.
\n     Skye saw Jason and Take talking to a few of the stray punks who were at the bar. Some of the baldies were talking with a few cap boys and the metal women.
\n     Gil held up his glass and spoke with a loud and booming voice to the entire crowd gathered by the bar. \u201cYou lot, all of you guys who aren’t part of our crew, the baldies, the rivetheads, these wayward punks over here,\u201d said Gil as he waved a hand at Jason and Take, \u201cYou all must have an old mate, someone who always stirred it up, made a splash and kicked some ass and embarrassed the hell out of you and your friends once in awhile, someone who’s no longer with us. Tell us who they are. Let us know what they were like. You there!\u201d Gil pointed at one of the baldies.
\n      \u201cOh fuck yeah, that would be our ol’ friend Horse,\u201d said the taller baldy. \u201cHe kicked ass, got wasted, and always had a big smile on his face. A real fuckin’ joker, even when he was getting us all in trouble.\u201d
\n      Gil turned to the metal women. \u201cHow about you two? Anyone you miss?\u201d
\n     A tall woman wearing a Slayer shirt and exploding black hair piped up. \u201cThat was our friend Carli. Always drinkin, fuckin’, an’ fightin’. She was always front row and railin’ at every show we went to. She was like a goddamn hurricane. We could hardly keep up with her, but we always got swept up by her anyways. She was goin’ probably about a hundred miles an hour on her bike when she bought it.\u201d
\n     Gil turned and looked at Skye, Jason, and Take, as Jason and Take had gravitated over to Skye and were standing right by her. \u201cWhat about you guys? Anyone you lost? Anyone you can’t help but remember?\u201d
\n      Skye stopped herself for a moment. She looked at Jason and Take who looked back at her. Skye turned to Gil and piped up. \u201cI lost my friend Casey. She was such a kick in the pants she would get everyone riled up. No one was safe when she was around. She always started a ruckus. She was the best brawler I ever knew, and she could drink anyone under the table. And when she saw someone getting harassed or bullied, she always stepped in and made it right. She threw sass better than anyone. She was our leader, and no one had to tell us she was.\u201d
\n      Gil lifted his pint glass and looked up at the ceiling, as if he were looking at the sky. \u201cThere you have it, Bonn. You got some mates up there in that messed up punk dive in the sky. Horse, Carli, and Casey. Look ’em up and start a ruckus. You aren’t alone Bonn, especially if these crazy fuckers in this bar are any evidence!\u201d
\n      The cap boys let out a hurrah. Everyone else joined in with a cheer.
\n      \u201cFor all of our lost shit stirrers!\u201d yelled Jake-O.
\n      Another Pogues song started up. Everyone started singing along once more.
\n     Gil spoke to the crowd once again after the song was over. \u201cI’ll tell you what. I can’t afford to buy a round for the house, but I will buy one pint of beer for Bonn. I just need someone to volunteer to drink it for him.\u201d
\n     Skye walked up right next to Gil. \u201cHey, I’m buying that pint. I’ll buy it for your friend Bonn and for the volunteer who drinks it.\u201d
\n     Gil put his arm around Skye. \u201cYou are a good friend, lovely lady.\u201d
\n     \u201cDid you just call me a lady?\u201d
\n     \u201cWatch it Gil,\u201d said Jake-o. \u201cShe gonna punch you.\u201d
\n     Gil took back his arm. \u201cIs that a threat or a promise?\u201d
\n     \u201cYes!\u201d said Skye. \u201cNow I’m buyin’ Bonn’s pint. Who’s drinkin’ it?\u201d
\n     \u201cHow about me?\u201d asked the short and young flight jacket.
\n     \u201cI think Bob should do it,\u201d replied the tall cap boy as he indicated the large and wide cap boy.
\n     \u201cNaw, that’s not the Bonn way,\u201d said Bob. Bob walked up to Jason and put his hand on Jason’s shoulder. \u201cI’ll tell ya what, have your new young friend here drink it for Bonn.\u201d
\n     \u201cBut I didn’t even know him,\u201d said Jason.
\n     \u201cYou know us now,\u201d said Gil, \u201cAnd you know this pub now, and that’s good enough to know Bonn. He was the spirit of this place and all of us, so Bonn’s pint that’s bein’ bought by a new friend should be drunk by a new friend.\u201d He turned to his gang of boot and caps. \u201cWhattaya say boys?\u201d
\n     They all cheered.\u201d
\n     \u201cOkay, what’s his beer?\u201d asked Skye.
\n     \u201cWe’re doin’ Newcastles tonight,\u201d said Jake-O. \u201cBut Bonn wasn’t particular, so long as it’s good stuff.\u201d
\n     Skye bought a pint of Newcastle and handed it to the underage Jason.
\n     As Jason took the pint, Gil walked up to Jason. \u201cWhat’s your name son?\u201d
\n     \u201cI’m Jason.\u201d
\n     \u201cOh man,\u201d exclaimed the young flight jacket, \u201cNot another Jason!\u201d
\n     \u201cAnother Jason!\u201d shouted Bob and the tall and skinny cap boy in unison.
\n     One of the flight jackets held up his pint. \u201cJasons! We are everywhere!\u201d
\n     \u201cTo Jasons!\u201d shouted the gang of caps and boots.
\n     \u201cTo Bonn!\u201d proclaimed Jason.
\n     \u201cTo Bonn!\u201d shouted the crowd.
\n     Everyone tipped their glasses as an English Beat song started up.
\n     Take sided up next to Skye. \u201cSorry about your friend Casey.\u201d
\n     \u201cOh. Yeah.\u201d Skye leaned in and talked quietly. \u201cShe’s actually not dead, she’s just missing.\u201d
\n     Take’s eyes widened. \u201cNo shit?\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah. Don’t tell those guys though. I don’t want it to spoil the vibe.\u201d
\n     \u201cJust missing though? You sure she’s just missing?\u201d
\n     Skye looked out at the crowd. \u201cI don’t know much of anything right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now the song is nearly over,
\nWe may never find out what it means.
\nStill there’s a light I hold before me,
\nYou’re the measure of my dreams.<\/em><\/p>\n

– From the Shane McGowan song Rainy Night in Soho<\/a><\/p>\n

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Stella Maris on Amazon.<\/p>\n

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