Friday, September 7, 2012

I think Iggy Pop and I are related. We have a similar delicacy of grammar.

“It’s like this: I made some fucking great-sounding music that still sounds fucking great, and—to drop my intellect and just get emotional about it—a bunch of fat fucks and pricks wouldn’t play my music anywhere where anybody could hear it, wouldn’t sell it in a part of the store where it could be bought. From the commercials, other people get to know me, and they check out the music.”

Ig's right too. He DID make some fucking great-sounding music. I listen to Iggy all the time. Fucker is like a shot of espresso in the mornings. He and Morrissey and Lou Reed are gods to me. 


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