I just read that Steven Van Zandt held one hell of a great party in New York City this past Saturday.
The party was entitled, Little Steven's Underground Garage Festival, it featured over three dozen rock and roll bands, old and new, and went on for some twelve hours while god pissed on the party-goers via Hurricane Charley.
The acts ran the gamut from the Strokes to the New York Dolls (or what's left of them), and probably, most surreal, Miss Nancy Sinatra (!)
Sounds like a great time, glam meets neo-punk, meets 60's lounge rock...
...The big news, Iggy Pop and The Stooges played and according to the New York Times, Iggy "has sandblasted his back catalog, stripping the songs of everything except savage joy."
Yeah, Iggy, Savage Joy!
I must have been 13 or 14 years old the first time I heard The Stooges, late one night on a Philadelphia FM radio station. All alone in my suburban New Jersey bedroom; the wild mind fucking voice of Iggy Pop wailing, "I Wanna be Your Dog", the little ear phone of my transistor radio about to explode; man that was Rock and Roll! None of that crappy pap that was being played on the AM dial, no sir, this was the real thing, this was salvation!
I saved my pennies from my newspaper route and when I finally had three bucks, I took my ten speed bike to the mall and bought the 8-track (!) of the self titled first record of the Stooges, aptly titled, The Stooges. The first time I slammed that tape into my stereo in my bedroom, my mother flew into a rage; "What the hell is that crap!?" she screamed from down stairs...
...I knew, then and there, that I had found musical nirvana.
A little while later I picked up a copy of Creem Magazine and there was this full color photo of Iggy, his chest glistening with sweat, his skin-tight jeans pulled down enough to reveal some pubic hair...ah a teenaged, rock and roll, late night fantasy was born!
Iggy and The Stooges music rocked my world and turned me into a proto-punk (some four or five years before the Ramones even happened), and it turned me into a die hard fan. Yup, all my hippie music was regulated to a shelf in the corner of my room, collecting dust, I had to hear Lou Reed and Televison and Mott the Hoople...these guys were my new gods!
...and then time moved on, and my musical tastes came and went and came again and then, one day about six years ago, Whathisname and I went to see the movie, "Trainspotting", I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard "Lust for Life" used in the title sequence.
So I saw a few pictures of Iggy at this gig on Saturday, his face is, well let’s just say he’s showing his age on that countenance of his. The body though, amazingly, still looks like it did all those years ago, still sinewy and lithe like the Great God Pan.
Brings to mind that old song by Dylan with the line that goes, I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now – yeah, Iggy, stay young you crazy bastard, do it for the rest of us…we all wanna be your dog.