I got to the Stooges a little late in life. The day after Frank Sinatra bit the dust, I walked to a record store in Lubbock, TX of all places, bought a copy of Funhouse (1970) by the Stooges. I'd never heard such brutal music. I was deep into Einsturzende Neubauten, which was brutal (and beautiful) on the ears, but it was nothing like this. This was animal. This was fucking in the streets. This was meaner than any record I'd ever heard; more punk rock than anything any dork with a mohawk would ever come up with. Evil Genius.
My Stooges tickets finally found their way to my doorstep yesterday. I've never been this excited.
You bitchy little purists out there can argue that the new Stooges record is no good, but when you compare it to Funhouse or Raw Power, what is? Go watch High Fidelity and fuck off. I'm going to see the Stooges.
Iggy Pop is still the undisputed king of Rock and Roll, and anything he does on a bad day is better than anything anyone else does on a good day. Period. Evil. Genius.
My Stooges tickets finally found their way to my doorstep yesterday. I've never been this excited.
You bitchy little purists out there can argue that the new Stooges record is no good, but when you compare it to Funhouse or Raw Power, what is? Go watch High Fidelity and fuck off. I'm going to see the Stooges.
Iggy Pop is still the undisputed king of Rock and Roll, and anything he does on a bad day is better than anything anyone else does on a good day. Period. Evil. Genius.
mayhem:
Agreed !!! I want to go to this!! Im bummed about being robbed and it really has been a shitty month!! I wish it would hurry up and be May!