Tuesday, 17 April 2007

IS THAT AN ELEPHANTS TESTICLE? no its IGGY POP.

"YO DUDES, LETS HIT IT" (sorry, Ive just seen limp bizkit on TV). i was checking my emails looking for any from friends and relatives (like my cousin who sends me a photo of her baby girl every time it moves or does a pooh) when, in with the usual load of shit adverts for viagra and banks was one from 'rollin stone' mag (i have no idea why i am on their list but i get an email from them every month despite me having never read one), i opened it up just to see if there was anything of interest (as if) when i thought i had become the target of a practical joker who uses the 'rollin stone' name. what i thought i was looking at was nothing less than an elephants testicle! it was as i turned my face away from the grim photo that i noticed from a view in my peripheral vision that it wasn't one of Dumbo's jumbo gonads but a recent photo of the 'old man of punk' himself, Mr Ignatius pop.
be'jesus, hes got more wrinkles than an over filled retirement home. it looks like he was in a hurry and had mistakenly picked up and put on someone Else's skin that is 3 sizes too big for him (imagine the other bloke trying to squeeze himself into Iggy's skin, it would be too tight apart from the willy, that would leave room for the mans keys and wallet -or so they say), the skin just kind of hangs off iggy's face and body loosely like an extra in the 'hills have eyes' re-make, its a bit yucky if you ask me.
to be honest i was too busy laughing to myself to actually read the interview (or was that 'watch' it?- who cares). no offence but what has Mr pop got to say that he hasn't already said in the last 40 years? we know all about his past with the stooges, his drug problems (including the oft repeated 'smoking spider web' story), his sexual liaison' with David Bowie, stage antics and so on. the only thing that may of grabbed my attention would of been dates in my area where the re-formed stooges were playing, i want to go out of interest and see how old men would act on stage while playing stooges music, and i have to admit to liking the band as well, but not enough to justify the rip off prices they charged to see them when they came to Britain a year or so ago, there was no excuse for the ticket prices other than to empty the pockets of stooge fanatics (they are legion, but not me). and here's me thinking punk and the musical 'anti'- establishment were here to bring music to the masses of the great unwashed, not charge them a weeks wages for 2 hours of live music. you may as well buy 6 cans of piss weak lager, sit at home and listen to metallic k.o. but in Mr pop's defence i do congratulate Iggy on not going under the knife and having all that loose skin cut off like many of his peers have (well i don't think hes had surgery, imagine if he has and what he would really look like if he didn't!)

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