Here Comes Everybody: The Story of the Pogues
“Everything a really great music memoir should be.” —Colin Meloy
The Pogues injected the fury of punk into Irish folk music and gave the world the troubled, iconic, darkly romantic songwriter Shane MacGowan. Here Comes Everybody is a memoir written by founding member and accordion player James Fearnley, drawn from his personal experiences and the series of journals and correspondence he kept throughout the band’s career. Fearnley describes the coalescence of a disparate collection of vagabonds living in the squats of London’s Kings Cross, with, at its center, the charismatic MacGowan and his idea of turning Irish traditional music on its head. With beauty, lyricism, and great candor, Fearnley tells the story of how the band watched helplessly as their singer descended into a dark and isolated world of drugs and drink, and sets forth the increasingly desperate measures they were forced to take.
James Fearnley was born in 1954 in Worsley, Manchester. He played guitar in various bands, including The Nips with Shane MacGowan, before becoming the accordion player in The Pogues. Fearnley continues to tour with the band and lives in Los Angeles. |
Contents
Chapter
One | 1 |
Chapter
Two | 10 |
Chapter
Three | 20 |
Chapter
Four | 31 |
Chapter
Five | 39 |
Chapter
Six | 48 |
Chapter
Seven | 57 |
Chapter
Eight | 67 |
Chapter
Twenty | 236 |
Chapter
TwentyOne | 248 |
Chapter
TwentyTwo | 263 |
Chapter
TwentyThree | 276 |
Chapter
TwentyFour | 287 |
Chapter
TwentyFive | 302 |
Chapter
TwentySix | 315 |
Chapter
TwentySeven | 328 |
Chapter
Nine | 79 |
Chapter
Ten | 95 |
Chapter
Eleven | 110 |
Chapter
Twelve | 128 |
Chapter
Thirteen | 142 |
Chapter
Fourteen | 155 |
Chapter
Fifteen | 167 |
Chapter
Sixteen | 180 |
Chapter
Seventeen | 195 |
Chapter
Eighteen | 210 |
Chapter
Nineteen | 223 |
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