So. Spent the last two nights at the 9:30 seeing the Pogues for the first and second time. Hardly the debauched evening I might have expected if I'd seen them 20 years ago, but they sounded great.
I was on company time the first show (Paper of Record review here), when I spied Baltimore Sun newsman-turned-Homicide author-turned-creator of The Wire, David Simon, walking up to the VIP balcony. I waited around to try to talk to him after the show, but was told the balcony was closed for a private function.
Simon's presence at a Pogues show on Sunday evening was ironic because the final episode The Wire had begun airing on HBO about 15 minutes before the Pogues took the stage, and because the Pogues' music has been featured prominently in several episodes of the billiant HBO series. "Metropolitan" has scored at least one of Det. Jimmy McNulty's (Dominc West) adventures in drunk driving, but more to the point, there's a tradition on the show -- one that presumably, given Simon's insistence on authenticity even in the most minute details, has its origins in the actual practice of the Baltimore Police Department -- that when a cop dies, his brothers in arms lay him out on a pool table, eulogize him, and then sing the Pogues's "The Body of an American" over him.
Sunday night, the Pogues played "Body" 12th in their set of 26 songs, I think. I turned around to try to catch a glimpse of Simon's face but couldn't see him just then.
I still wish I could have spoken to Simon. I've got lots of things I'd like to ask him, about journalism and music and filmmaking and The Wire, but if I only had a second I'd thank him for creating what I'm hardly the first to call the most sophisticated and truthful show probably in the history of television. One of the funniest and most moving, too.