Dear Sinéad
A letter to the Irish singer of rebel songs that wishes her what she gave me—the gift of calm, and peace, and understanding, and belonging.
By Michael Judge
Dear Sinéad,
I woke this morning to the news of your death, just 18 months after your 17-year-old son Shane passed away, and immediately heard your voice alongside Shane MacGowan’s—ethereal meets guttural, like the horizon, that place where the heavens touch earth—in your duet “Hau…
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