Showing posts with label Iggy Pop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iggy Pop. Show all posts

Monday, July 27, 2015

Calling Sister Midnight

As an old guy who ain't gonna do nothin' but get older, I have to say I take a certain amount of comfort from the pop culture icons who have championed my generation all the way down the line.


Guess they're all getting older too!


From rocking and rolling to the Alzheimer highway...


Keep the pedal to the metal!...


There'll be plenty of time left over to drool and shit your pants and wait for somebody to clean up your mess...

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Dum Dum Boys

OK, in a perverted way this clip is gonna make ya believe in progress.

Back in the day we couldn't just push a couple buttons and bring up a rock concert.

Aren't you glad you can do that now?!

And it comes just in time. An entire generation of BOOMERS are more than happy to spend the entirety of their retirements watching old music videos...

Talkin' 'bout my generation....

Thank God for that!

Otherwise they might be out there voting or something!

Saturday, April 20, 2013

I've got a torture film and a GTO

You've got to admit that Iggy had America nailed.

Way before Abu Ghraib and Gitmo.

But you know where he got it wrong?

The GTO.

Torture lives but the GTO is dead.

That latest iteration of the GTO, some unseemly import from Australia, didn't exactly rain glory on the brand.

From the early days of the 389 tri-power, the GTO meant something. It symbolized an insecure America showing the bulge in her pants.

The Ruskies had put a man into orbit before America. They were way ahead of us in the missile race, or so we were lead to believe.

But we had the GTO and they had what?

The GTO let America feel good about America long before Ronald Reagan whupped the Commies in Grenada.

Fifty years later the GTO is dead.

And Obama can't figure out how to close Gitmo.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Hypnotizing chickens

If you're into liquor and drugs you're gonna love this.

Iggy in his see-through pants.

This is Iggy on his way to icon-dom.

Not his most morally uplifting moment, but what the hell, nobody looks to Iggy for moral uplift.

Compared to those early Iggy shows, where the stage hands physically carry the Prime Stooge onto the stage, this is Iggy in control.

By the way, the reason that happened is that they wouldna got paid if Iggy hadn't made it on stage.