Over the summer I got to read the excellent Iggy Pop biography ‘Iggy Pop: Open Up and Bleed’. As you can see from the picture above of my little one Ozan, it really was a cracking read. Anyone not familiar with the man’s music is in for a real treat, although he did come across as not being the most pleasant of men in the biography. Fair play to him, though: anyone who not only gives their permission to have their whole life laid bare in such a way, even putting the author in contact with many of the people who would help to paint such an unsavoury picture, deserves some credit. Whatever his faults may be, he certainly doesn’t have his head up his own arse.
I actually cobbled together the following mix of Iggay and Stooges stuff during the summer, only to forget about it comepletely. There is no track listing: if you’ve heard the songs before they will only be all too familiar to you and you should sit back, crack open a beer and enjoy; if you are new to James Newell Osterberg, prepare for your life to change over the course of the half hour you spend listening to this.
Some things just seem like a bad idea at the time, others need to be viewed as such in retrospect. Yet others can simply be labeled as WTF moments. This falls into the latter category. You have to ask what on Earth they were thinking inviting Iggy Pop onto daytime US TV in this way. If you want to know who Dinah Shore is, click here.
Just for good measure, here’s a short clip of Iggy on the Old Grey Whistle Test:
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