Rage and despair are the ruling passions on Ready to Die, the new album by Iggy and the Stooges. Well, that and big boobs. Only James Newell Osterberg Jr., a.k.a. Iggy Pop, could follow up the disc’s death-haunted title track with an homage to humongous hooters, the aptly named “DD’s.”
Even after he passed away in 2009, Ron Asheton's legend hovered somewhere between "overrated" and "underrated," though today his impact cannot be overemphasized. In other words, if you've missed out on his incendiary guitar playing — meaning somehow one of Detroit's legendary bands, the Stooges, escaped your notice — then you've clearly been on another planet.
A film about CBGB, the legendary New York City rock venue that closed its doors in 2006, is in the works, and several top roles have already been cast; Alan Rickman will portray CBGB founder Hilly Kristal, for instance.
Iggy Pop's recent proclamation about bands today being a bunch of “cheap drinks” you can find at a supermarket got me thinking. But much like Homer Simpson, when I think of a drink, my brain goes directly to beer. If artists today are a bunch of drinks, what kind of beers are they, exactly?