Playlist of the Day: “James Fucking Osterberg”
Gimme my Iggy.
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The Stooges - Real Cool Time
(via awordoraline)
Can I come over tonight?
Can I come over tonight?
What do you think I wanna do?
That’s right
This is where my brain has been all day today & that Stooges primal drone makes my hips move inappropriately for my day job context. Must go home and dance in my underwear.
Iggy Pop, all stitched up after “the glass incident” at Max’s Kansas City July 1973
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The Stooges - Loose
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Iggy and the Stooges | Open Up and Bleed (live)
This sounds sooo good on vinyl. Must listen when I get home.
Glam & Punk
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Dirt | The Stooges
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don’t care
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don’t care
‘Cause I’m burning inside
I’m just a yearning inside
And I’m the fire o’ life
Ooh, I’ve been hurt
And I don’t care
Ooh, I’ve been hurt
And I don’t care
‘Cause I’m burning inside
I’m just a dreaming this life
And do you feel it ?
Said do you feel it when you TOUCH me ?
Said do you feel it when you TOUCH me ?
this song. fuck me. future me. that is all.
Let me begin by saying I am not a freak out person. I refused to do the teenybopper crush thing (Batman and Muhammad Ali excluded, of course). I have fallen asleep during major life-altering exams. I was the first line of response in Boston when my childhood home caught fire in Chicago. I have been to the hospital with my friends on numerous occasions when they happened to do really dangerous, stupid shit while drunk. I no longer have a physical flight reflex due to a certain jackass that used to climb walls, memorize my walking routes, and crawl under tables in order to jump out and scare me. Roller coasters, haunted houses, and horror movies are all my bitches. I reiterate, I am NOT a freak out person… until it comes to one James Newell Osterberg, Jr.
Last night jeangenie and I hung out with her friend from high school, Brian, so he could lower my action and change my strings. Brian also happens to be a pretty awesome guitar tech who primarily works with The Stooges. Long story short, I lost my shit several times over, have a new tshirt to wreck that was (for a second) worn by THE MAN himself, heard a live recorded-from-monitor-on-stage-distance set from last year’s gig in San Francisco, and spent close to 6 hours playing as many songs as I could handle from Fun House & Raw Power with someone who’s played (on stage in some cases) with the band.
If Jean had recorded me last night, she would’ve had blackmail footage for life.
Fuck it’s been a good weekend!
Iggy and the Stooges, photo by Robert Matheu ca. 1970.
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