Yes, that is exactly what I am going to say to my grandchildren forty years from now.
You know, when I'm 60-something. Just like Iggy Pop.
Oh man, he may be an over-the-hill aged guy, but he was just as crazy and great a performer as he must have been in the 70s. Okay, so he didn't cut his chest open and spray blood over the audience, but he humped a speaker at one point and ran around shirtless and poured water over his long blonde hair and I definitely saw a good portion of his ass. Yes, this man is one year older than my father.
No one else on the program wanted to go, so it was just me and Bryan at the concert tonight. We spent the whole time between the horribly ridiculous Russian opener people watching. Bryan's favorite group was the three guys who were all exactly the same height wearing different colored shoes. I was a fan of the couple with the same mullet hair cut and the guy who looked like he wanted to be Elvis who had "E=MC^2" tattooed on his upper right arm.
But the concert was so GOOD. My ears are still burning. It was fucking awesome when they played "Search and Destroy." Bryan went nuts. I was quite happy as it's my favorite Stooges song. And even better yet, Bryan and I were able to get on the metro before the rest of the crowd so we rode home без all the sweaty weirdos.
I'm very pleased with myself that one day I can say that I saw Iggy and the Stooges on their reunion tour in St. Petersburg. Mhmm.
Rock on and good night.
2 comments:
I just got your letter TODAY. it is amazing, i love the postcards and the...everything in cyrillic. did you get my third letter yet? i'm really proud of it, suffice to say =).
I AM SO JEALOUS. i missed iggy when he was in the bronx. ROCK ON
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