mandag den 4. maj 2015

Heltedyrkelse som ydmyg Popmusik!

Anthony Bourdain om Iggy Pop på sin blog:

Only speed freaks (not a high-prestige set in 1969) and guys who worked on their cars too much liked the STOOGES. “Problem” kids. Tormented loners. Guys about whom there were terrible rumors. (“He went mental and beat up his Mom.” “He shot somebody with a zip gun.”) That’s the kind of guy who appreciated songs like the sado-masochistic “I Wanna Be Your Dog,” the bleak “No Fun” (which pretty much summed up high school for me), and the psychotic “TV Eye.”
Those were the days when you held a new album in your hands and gaped at it for hours. You read the liner notes again and again, peered hard and then harder at the cover art, the photos on the back, trying to discern more — to glean some kind of information about the strange and terrible people who made these sounds that spoke, somehow, to the darkest regions of your teenage heart.
And what to make of the STOOGES’ lead singer, “Iggy,” whose apparent willingness to self-destruct in front of your eyes was both exciting and genuinely frightening? To side with the STOOGES at that time, to announce to your high school friends that you liked — no, LOVED — THE STOOGES pretty much put one publicly on the road to The Velvet Underground, The New York Dolls, early New York punk rock … and heroin.
Of all the people I’ve met, I’ve never been more intimidated, more anxious, more star-struck than when I met Iggy Pop. It was not in the sort of place you’d expect to meet a rock and roll icon: a beach in the Caribbean, oddly enough. I was attending a food and wine festival with my family and looked out my window to see Iggy laying out on a blanket, surrounded by nothing more toxic than mineral waters and fresh fruit. For the next three days, I’d see him in the same place, soaking up the rays and apparently rehabbing from a stage diving injury.
Though my family’s blanket was but a few yards away, and my then-5 year-old daughter would splash around in the water right next to him, it took me three days to summon the nerve to say hello.
So, it was a dream come true to actually hang out with my hero and (for better or worse) early role model for the filming of this Sunday’s Miami episode of PARTS UNKNOWN.
Now, some grumpy **** is going to point out, “Wait a minute, Iggy’s not from Miami! He wasn’t born here! What the ****?”
True enough, but who in Miami WAS born in Miami? Believe me, we explore that exact issue in this episode, with people who proudly WERE born here.
But Iggy, like so many Miamians, came here to live after having lived a previous life — or in Iggy’s case, many previous lives. Miami has always been both refuge — and reward — for people from somewhere else, lured by a long standing dream, the promise of some kind of peace of mind on a beach.

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