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part 8 Kill City
A real time odyssey into iggy's world circa 1970ish.
The Iguana Chronicles
part 8 Kill City
This album is the greatest. It stands up there with ANY stooges album.
Now, Iggy has spent 2 years dredging bottom.... whose bottom? Bowie's of course. He's kickin' it with a couple beers in him after playing hooky from rehab.... smiling.... lookin' at some chick from the Count Dracula Society.... wondering if those legs go all the way up. And his gals at the UCLA NEUROTOXIN WARD are going to be going apeshit..... Kill City rocks away.... scott thurston of the stooges and james williamson are pounding and flailing away at the keyboard and guitar respectively.... The music is gentler... less desperate... less drug fueled... like some crazed ass surf musicians sittin' back at the record store in their fifties doin' pipeline and chantay. The lyrics? profound.... about the wasted years.... about all the water under the bridge.... like lou reed's late seventies stuff.... not as into nihilism... more into a return to the craft of songwriting. It's infectious.... folks like jackson browne.... supertramp... and the black lips (cuz they're retarded retro-fools plugplugplugplugplugplug). Btw.... after all my rants about how much whitepower/racism suck.... It seems kind of odd for me to drop the black lips into a review... all i can say.... is they're more brainwashed then hatefilled.... like if a black guy walked up to them and started interacting with them at their level... i bet they'd react humanly.... Of course... you gotta realize... a lot of their family/friends are going to do everything (including psychic situational stuff) in their power to make sure that doesn't happen.... but that's beside the point... this is a stooges review.
Iggy's been listening to his leif garrett records.... he's got his tough stance down... he's been kickin' it with bowie.... and bowie did something to him that nobody has ever done before.... he put the igster down so it hurt. Catty little bitch. And now... ig's going through the most challenging days of his life.... dealing with real grown adults instead of his usual adolescent buddies. It's challenging.... his music has grown because of it.... he's thinking about things like social responsibility... the pain that he's been through.... how the drugs used to wipe him out..... that hasn't stopped his fans though.... the first side of this album is like play til' you nod out city.... kill city... sell your love... beyond the law... johanna (my personal favorite of maybe all stooges/ig tunes.) and then the second side.... that just doesn't measure up... but still has moments. My thought? all his fans.... nod off halfway through the album... and then the leif garrett record drops on it from the album changer. A little sidenote.... hunt and tony sales (sons of soupy) are playing bass on some of the tracks of this album. Now... this opens up a chapter of music that i've never even explored before.... friends of bowie. Here's what tony has to say about bowie....
"They found me basically dead, not breathing, with the gearshift through my chest, and of all the people I'd known and played with, David [Bowie] was the only one who came to the hospital during all that time." --Tony Sales
this happened AFTER this album was recorded.... tony and hunt spent a few years playing with a group called tony and the tigers... a semi soupy-spinoff band... but it taught them their chops.... and ig probably saw them while stoned and watching the tube back in detroit.... impressed by their musicianship... he brought them in.
Notice something.... I'm not ranting my fool head off on this one.... a couple of sly asides... but hardly the over the top lambast and footshufflin insanity that followed before.... that's because i'm not being driven insane by iggy's out of his mind drug state. He's calm.... I'm calmer.... a reflective pool of mercy.... thinking about how iggy can keep hisself from going full-on bonkers again (like that worked...). I also figure... how can you beat..... awww.. fuck... i'm not going to say it again.... IGGY AND KISS BEATING THE SHIT OUTTA LED ZEPPELIN!
Bowie.... has brought an element of calmness to iggy.... it lasts with him even today.... he's seen someone who has a natural stillness in their life (probably a psychic reaction to bowie's alcoholic mother) am i right about that? i've forgotten so much rock and roll literature i've read... had it blasted out of my mind by 5 years of hardcore political activism/work for the u.s. government.
It seems appropriate though.... after years of an alcoholic family member... usually the result is a measure of calm or a measure of escapism... and bowie has a healthy dose of both. This album isn't about bowie though.... It's about ig having interpersonal relationships that aren't vampiric.... and aren't about his fame or his money... just about his need as a human to relate.... the band seems kinda non-plussed.... expecting the wildman... and finding the shaman. Was ig always that inside? dunno... it'd explain a lot.... the shamanic trick of dragging his buds into the darkest place they've ever been... then bonking them on the head a couple of times with some magic tricks.... then showing them the way out.
Songs about sociopathy.... songs about humanity.... songs about being finished with the horrific drunken splendor of his woohoo younger days. And now? i'm going to lay back and listen to the man who's grown out of his pain.... and into his sanity.
end rant 8. part 9? Jesus Loves the Stooges... I love the 3D glasses.
A real time odyssey into iggy's world circa 1970ish.
The Iguana Chronicles
part 8 Kill City
This album is the greatest. It stands up there with ANY stooges album.
Now, Iggy has spent 2 years dredging bottom.... whose bottom? Bowie's of course. He's kickin' it with a couple beers in him after playing hooky from rehab.... smiling.... lookin' at some chick from the Count Dracula Society.... wondering if those legs go all the way up. And his gals at the UCLA NEUROTOXIN WARD are going to be going apeshit..... Kill City rocks away.... scott thurston of the stooges and james williamson are pounding and flailing away at the keyboard and guitar respectively.... The music is gentler... less desperate... less drug fueled... like some crazed ass surf musicians sittin' back at the record store in their fifties doin' pipeline and chantay. The lyrics? profound.... about the wasted years.... about all the water under the bridge.... like lou reed's late seventies stuff.... not as into nihilism... more into a return to the craft of songwriting. It's infectious.... folks like jackson browne.... supertramp... and the black lips (cuz they're retarded retro-fools plugplugplugplugplugplug). Btw.... after all my rants about how much whitepower/racism suck.... It seems kind of odd for me to drop the black lips into a review... all i can say.... is they're more brainwashed then hatefilled.... like if a black guy walked up to them and started interacting with them at their level... i bet they'd react humanly.... Of course... you gotta realize... a lot of their family/friends are going to do everything (including psychic situational stuff) in their power to make sure that doesn't happen.... but that's beside the point... this is a stooges review.
Iggy's been listening to his leif garrett records.... he's got his tough stance down... he's been kickin' it with bowie.... and bowie did something to him that nobody has ever done before.... he put the igster down so it hurt. Catty little bitch. And now... ig's going through the most challenging days of his life.... dealing with real grown adults instead of his usual adolescent buddies. It's challenging.... his music has grown because of it.... he's thinking about things like social responsibility... the pain that he's been through.... how the drugs used to wipe him out..... that hasn't stopped his fans though.... the first side of this album is like play til' you nod out city.... kill city... sell your love... beyond the law... johanna (my personal favorite of maybe all stooges/ig tunes.) and then the second side.... that just doesn't measure up... but still has moments. My thought? all his fans.... nod off halfway through the album... and then the leif garrett record drops on it from the album changer. A little sidenote.... hunt and tony sales (sons of soupy) are playing bass on some of the tracks of this album. Now... this opens up a chapter of music that i've never even explored before.... friends of bowie. Here's what tony has to say about bowie....
"They found me basically dead, not breathing, with the gearshift through my chest, and of all the people I'd known and played with, David [Bowie] was the only one who came to the hospital during all that time." --Tony Sales
this happened AFTER this album was recorded.... tony and hunt spent a few years playing with a group called tony and the tigers... a semi soupy-spinoff band... but it taught them their chops.... and ig probably saw them while stoned and watching the tube back in detroit.... impressed by their musicianship... he brought them in.
Notice something.... I'm not ranting my fool head off on this one.... a couple of sly asides... but hardly the over the top lambast and footshufflin insanity that followed before.... that's because i'm not being driven insane by iggy's out of his mind drug state. He's calm.... I'm calmer.... a reflective pool of mercy.... thinking about how iggy can keep hisself from going full-on bonkers again (like that worked...). I also figure... how can you beat..... awww.. fuck... i'm not going to say it again.... IGGY AND KISS BEATING THE SHIT OUTTA LED ZEPPELIN!
Bowie.... has brought an element of calmness to iggy.... it lasts with him even today.... he's seen someone who has a natural stillness in their life (probably a psychic reaction to bowie's alcoholic mother) am i right about that? i've forgotten so much rock and roll literature i've read... had it blasted out of my mind by 5 years of hardcore political activism/work for the u.s. government.
It seems appropriate though.... after years of an alcoholic family member... usually the result is a measure of calm or a measure of escapism... and bowie has a healthy dose of both. This album isn't about bowie though.... It's about ig having interpersonal relationships that aren't vampiric.... and aren't about his fame or his money... just about his need as a human to relate.... the band seems kinda non-plussed.... expecting the wildman... and finding the shaman. Was ig always that inside? dunno... it'd explain a lot.... the shamanic trick of dragging his buds into the darkest place they've ever been... then bonking them on the head a couple of times with some magic tricks.... then showing them the way out.
Songs about sociopathy.... songs about humanity.... songs about being finished with the horrific drunken splendor of his woohoo younger days. And now? i'm going to lay back and listen to the man who's grown out of his pain.... and into his sanity.
end rant 8. part 9? Jesus Loves the Stooges... I love the 3D glasses.
