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tirsdag den 20. januar 2026

Trump besynger grønlænderne

I stumble into town
just like some sacred cow
vision of swasticas in my mind
plans for everyone
it's in the white of my eyes

My little inuits
you shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world

And when I get excited
my liitle inuits says
"Oh Donald, just you shut your mouth
they say: "ssh"
they say: "ssh"

onsdag den 26. marts 2025

Top 2 over + 7 minutter lange gladiatorkampsange

 1. Fra Kejser-perspektiv: Iggy Pops "American Ceasar" fra pladen af samme navn, 1993 - her i en forkortet live-udgave:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3Cdrx--kjA 

2. Fra gladiator-perspektiv: Pia Raugs "Morturi Te Salutant"  fra pladen Iskrystaller, 1983 (stødt på vi anmeldelse af Raugs sonetkrans Luftspejlinger

tirsdag den 14. april 2020

Popdigt

På dansk rimer pop
på krop,
men også på buksestrop,
og på hop,
men også flop,
på fortrop,
men også kaffekop,
stop!

mandag den 22. juli 2019

Iggy vil være fri

- også noget at glæde sig til, som kommer nærmest snart, allerede i september nemlig, ny Iggy Pop-plade "Free" med Dylan Thomas-linje mellem sangtitlerne!:

1. Free
2. Loves Missing
3. Sonali
4. James Bond
5. Dirty Sanchez
6. Glow In The Dark
7. Page
8. We Are The People
9. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
10. The Dawn

Iggy siger:
 
“By the end of the tours following Post Pop Depression, I felt sure that I had rid myself of the problem of chronic insecurity that had dogged my life and career for too long. But I also felt drained. And I felt like I wanted to put on shades, turn my back, and walk away. I wanted to be free.
“I know that’s an illusion, and that freedom is only something you feel, but I have lived my life thus far in the belief that that feeling is all that is worth pursuing; all that you need – not happiness or love necessarily, but the feeling of being free. So this album just kind of happened to me, and I let it happen.”

Og her er det smukt fåmælte titelnummer: 
 

lørdag den 23. marts 2019

Iggy om at være objekt for kritik (og vigtige bøger)

(fra interview i New York Times):

Are there books or critics about either your music or punk music that you think are especially valuable?

Lester Bangs and Nick Kent are two people I can think of, off the top of my head. Both of them, in sort of a flailing, wild, highly subjective way. But why not! At least the two of them were treating what they write about like it’s actually important.
I read the stuff Lester Bangs wrote about me and thought: “Oh no, I’m a buffoon! But wait: I am a salient blowtorch of nihilism. Cool! Wait, am I cool or not? I’m not sure!” I have one of his books in hardback. I’ve had it for a long, long time. It’s sitting on the shelf along with “The Andy Warhol Diaries,” the collected works of Allen Ginsberg and a few other books. I look at their spines and think: “O.K., this is what’s important!”

onsdag den 10. oktober 2018

70'erne genfortalt i 2 sange

Stooges; 1969 (tekst: helt sikkert rent Iggy)

Well it's 1969 OK all across the USA
It's another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do

Last year I was 21 I didn't have a lot of fun
And now I'm gonna be 22 I say oh my and a boo-hoo

It's 1969 OK all across the USA
It's another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Another year with nothing to do

It's 1969
1969 1969 1969 1969 baby
And it's 1969 bayyyyyyybee
Baby, baby, baby

Gasolin: 1975 (tekst: vist rent M. Mogensen)

Det var det år da alting pludselig kom på tværs
Det var vist nok i 75
Sprutten steg og regeringen faldt
Og rotterne blev genindkaldt

Der var hanegal
Og ildebrand på femte sal
Og der var bang bang
Og alle pavens nonner sang
Da de bar mig ud
Med fjorten riffelskud
Og tyve kroner åh ja åh ja
Og en regning
På en maskinpistol

Det var vist nok i 1975
Præsidenten fik et føl på tværs
Af plat og svindel var der mer end nok
Og kvinderne de skreg i flok

Der var hanegal
Og ildebrand på femte sal
Og der var bang bang
Og alle pavens nonner sang

Da jeg vågned op
Og kom til mig selv
På et samlebånd åh ja åh ja
Der var standset
Midt i helved'

(ender i helved igen! ligesom "Hvad gør vi nu, lille du"! livsbekræftende!))

torsdag den 13. september 2018

Idol-mash-up

IGGY + ANDY + JØRGEN ! ! !

Iggy Pop genopfører Andy Warholds legendariske hamburgerindtagelse i Jørgen Leths 66 scener fra Amerika !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (medsamt manglende beverage - men uden deraf resulterende "genial" burgersammenfoldning) (fin sang i øvrigt)

torsdag den 26. juli 2018

Tidens hastighed

Nej, Ziggy,
tiden tager ikke en cigaret,
det er der ikke tid til,
og hvor skulle den også gøre det henne?
og for øvrigt er ikke bare du,
men også Bowie død

Det er Lou, der også er død, der har ret:

This is the time
This is the time
This is the time
Because there is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
 
- men slutningen på "Rock'n Roll Suicide"
gælder selvfølgelig, mere end nogensinde:

You're not alone!
Just turn on with me and you're not alone
Let's turn on with me and you're not alone (wonderful)
Let's turn on and be not alone (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands
 
(og Marc Almonds koncerterindring (i Uncut):
"There are so many Bowie songs of the late ’60s and early ’70s that represent so much to me, but I have to single out “Rock’N’Roll Suicide”. As a skinny, spotty 14-year-old, bloody from being bottled by thugs on the way to Liverpool Empire in 1972, I climbed over the orchestra pit at the front of the stage. And as Bowie sang “Give me your hand!”, he reached down and took my hand. I was a mess of blood, glitter and cheap, badly applied make-up, but in a state of near religious ecstasy. ")

Iggy lever, 
i Florida,
og han vil hele tiden bare ikke vente længere:
 
Time won't let me
Time won't let me
Time won't let me wait too long      

fredag den 8. december 2017

Apropos radiatorer

Radiatorerne her i huset, hvoraf dem i værelserne er noget mere effektive end den (ENE) i stuen - og så selvfølgelig Sonnergaards gamle, gode bog -

interview med Iggy Pop og Anthony Bourdain i GQ - Iggy taler om sin tid i Berlin:

"I would also like to talk about Berlin. You both had experiences there, how long did you live there?
IP: It feels like it was either three years or the better part of three years. From the butt end of '76 through '77, '78 and '79 is a haze to me. I knew more painters when I was there. I knew Rainer Fetting, Salomé and I knew Martin Kippenberger pretty well. Kippy was an alcoholic, agitating, troublemaker, you know? And he was like Kippy Kippenberger. He looked like Ziggy Brzezinski. He looked like George C Scott in Dr Strangelove.
AB: Oh, wow.
IP: And Kippy had to toot about everything. And he always had a bottle of Sekt in his hand, 24 hours, alcoholic. But he had a beautiful loft, he had a good 10,000 sq ft, I'd say, of Bauhaus loft space in Berlin for a couple of hundred bucks. It was painters, hash dealers, weird. The most beautiful thing about Berlin was there was still an old ballroom on the Ku'damm. And once a week an organ player would come in there and the old people would come and dance. And I would sit, you would pay two marks to get in, and just watch and listen to music. And there was a place, the Resi, an old place where you could dance. And then on the stage there was a water show. It was a workers' social club. And it had a huge dance floor ringed with booths, your good, spacious German booths, not a cheap little SoHo French restaurant rip-off.
AB: Right.
IP: No, a good spacious booth. And each booth had a pole with a number on it. And then you had a pad of paper and a pen. And what do they call those vacuums?
AB: Oh, where you send those messages through a tube?
IP: Right. So you could write, "Booth number 89, you look pretty good..."
AB: A pneumatic tube.
IP: "...Would you like to have a dance?" But without having to go through the embarrassment. It's very German, you know? Have you been to Dresden?
AB: I haven't.
IP: No, me either. I hear that seems to be having... it's full of cost-conscious, hardline young Germans now. One thing that kept Berlin afloat when I was there was the West German government gave a lot of money to the educational institutions. The students were basically these grumpy German draft dodgers. A lot of them were like, "I don't like anything. Give me some more hash." I lived the same. They would generally live in these Hinderhof flats with coal ovens. David Bowie had a nice apartment in Schöneberg. I lived with him for a while. He put in an expensive heater. And, later, after two winters, I put one in too."

lørdag den 22. april 2017

Lige et til Iggy-rim

Sikke Iggys stemme
kan emme
af den eksistentielle klemme,
hvor han føler sig hjemme
som den slemme, slemme
hvis talent for at væmme
ingen kan tæmme,
ingen kan glemme

Iggy i regnvejr på Solitudevej

AT THE CORNER OF DESPERATE AVENUE
AND LONELINESS ROAD

I fødselsdagsinterview i Rolling Stone er der links to splinternye, tyst og dirrende (og nydende) inderlige sange, "Every Day" og "Loneliness Road", som Iggy har indspillet sammen med en jazz-trio - her nogle bidder fra selve interviewet:

"I was just listening to them in the car in stolen moments at first, and I took a lot more time with this than I normally would. "Every Day" was the one that just kind of flew out of my mouth in little bits. The other ones took more thought – "Gee, how would I structure a melody and phrasing that swings it a little?" I tried to keep everything small, in keeping with the quietude about the tunes.
The house I have [in Miami] on a little river, there's a back door with a washer and dryer and a little old chair that I bought on Fifth Avenue in the Eighties – it's an African chair, one of the oldest possessions I have. I sit there with a boom box and mumble some stuff. For some reason, Third Man Records had sent me a bunch of these little tiny books. Anyway, I wrote these lyrics in little tiny notebooks in very bad handwriting. Just kinda worked 'em up that way – as long as it had the feeling and I'd done the proper planning, so that I wasn't gonna dick around.
So I went in and did them, and they were basically first-take on each one. I was a little surprised at how feeble I sounded on certain parts of it [laughs], but I thought that was OK. You know, I kinda thought that the feeling fit. I thought it was my best effort, and I sent 'em in. I thought about it a couple of weeks, and I thought, just let it be what it is.
(...)
"Every Day," to me, sounded like something that, if he wanted to, Barry White or Donny Hathaway or Teddy Pendergrass could have really wailed on. "Don't Lose Yourself," I thought the music sounded a little Doors-y, and so I tried to sing something a little against it – I was looking for phrasing that would make it swing a little. And "Loneliness Road," I kept thinking of Floyd Cramer and his chord voicings. So I had stuff within me emotionally that I wanted to say, on all three – and then, technically, you're influenced by what the music is. "Every Day" would have sounded really terrible if there were a lot of sophisticated verbal images. Better to me if it's plainspoken. Some of the lines are lines you've heard in other songs or in other ways, like "What you see is what you get."
You alter the cliché, though: You say "What you see is what you're gonna get."
Well, yeah [laughs]. There's a little bit of desire and fidelity kind of mixed in there, and also, you know, a little bit of need for love, which is different from desire. Everybody has that, but there are ways to get around it when you're younger. Then, when you're older, there's not.
The music that you're singing over is full of the little imperfections of jazz. There's a lot of wisdom in it, and it's kind of open and unguarded.
Yes, that's what appealed to me. There's no big, bashing thing or echo trick to hide behind. And then there are little things where it kinda goes on and on, rises and falls, and it's a trio – they were doing what they wanted within their own boundaries. I tried to come in and live in it, basically.
Was that the challenge?
Yes, to get inside it. That's the big one. Listening very, very carefully is an art. Sometimes it's just like cooking an egg – there's steps you gotta do to get to know it – but at other points you've got to do it in a state of extreme enjoyment, almost bliss, to allow something happen, to come out of yourself, to connect with the thing.
For instance, in "Loneliness Road," I noticed, OK, Steve's coming in with the bass line early. Suddenly the soundscape suddenly changes. I thought, "Ooh, that's the place to come in with a certain pickup line." It just matched. I knew that in my register it would be good.
Later in that one, there were bits where they kinda started swangin', a little bit like a show band, and you'll hear me up the ante a little bit and give a little discreet shout once in a while.
(...)
This reflective guy you inhabit on these songs on Loneliness Road – he's a persona. I feel that we've seen him before. What else do you know about that guy?
Yeah, right – they kind of pop out, these guys. I don't really sit around working on them. Well, you know, he's lonesome, a little bit of an airhead, a little bit head-in-the-clouds, maybe. A little bit weary of the game he's in. Yeah, you know. You know. Like so many other people. In a way this started back when I was at the height of the touring machine with the re-formed Stooges, when I wrote a song called "I Want to Go to the Beach." That was a very melancholic song – it's the same guy. I wrote it in that little house with a feeling of hopelessness that I would ever be able to find a place to record it, how would I put it out, where would it find a home. And with a feeling of hopelessness that I would ever overcome that melancholy. But I've made a habit of writing out my pessimism, and it tends to lead to a surprisingly optimistic outcome.
(...)
And then a few years later this guy brought me a bottle of wine to the gig in Lyon. He owns a very nice wine shop in Lyon, and he said, "Every so often I order 25 copies of Apres and I put them on the counter next to the cash register, and they sell out."
Nice!
Yeah! [Laughs] I like being at the wine shop! I like that idea! Yeah! But I look at the albums I've done and I think there's some good in there, and I'm in a fortunate enough area right now to kinda let them all sit, and there are people who will check them all out and enjoy them if I don't deluge them with a bunch of albums. But I like singin'. So I kinda like being a guest. Different position.
I have heard that you are about to turn 70.
[Laughs] Yeah, I keep hearing about it too! I haven't made it yet. I gotta get to Friday.
Tell me something. ... I would guess that for you, 70 is arbitrary: just a number. But I would expect that as a worker, you are looking at the precedents that have been set, scanning around the history of music, looking at singers who got to that exact age and were making great things at that age. Is that true?I haven't really thought about it that way. Maybe I should.
You definitely think prosaically about "what kind of work can I do," "what kind of work would I be comfortable doing," and "what kind of work can I get." But on the other hand, there's this other guy [laughs]. There's this other thing going on. I really like Sleaford Mods, and they have a particularly vicious track called "Chop Chop Chop." I covered it the other day in rehearsal, and I put my own verses in there about the most scathing episodes in my life history.
Anyway, you get a little more circumspect. If you manage to live this long, that's O.K.; you want to live longer, but at the same time you don't want to do that just for the sake of breathing.
But it's really do a little bit here, do a little bit there, and try to be a decent hang."

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Klaus tillykker Iggy

Lynggaard, der selvfølgelig hylder idolet kærligt og præcist i Information OG JEG VED GODT, 80'ER-DIGTERE, AT VERDENS BEDSTE DANSKE IGGY-KONCERT VAR DEN i DADDY'S DANCEHALL I 1977, DA JEG VAR 9 ÅR GAMMEL, MEN ER I IKKE SØDE AT HOLDE KÆFT MED DET ALREADY!

"Under koncerten (i Falconer sidste år LB) fløj mine tanker tilbage til alle de gange ned gennem årene, hvor jeg har stået med åben mund og polypper og betragtet Iggy Pop satse sig selv et hundrede procent på en scene, standhaftigt kaste sig ind i musikken (og ud blandt publikum) som var det en kamp på liv og død med hans senede og hærgede krop som et fuldgyldigt instrument på linje med guitar, bas og trommer. Lige meget hvor dårlige betingelser, han har arbejdet under, har der aldrig været nogen slinger i valsen, ingen halvhjertet indsats for lige at kradse ind til huslejen, ingen ringeagt for de fremmødte, lige meget om der har været tale om få eller mange.
Jeg husker således engang til endnu en jammerlig Midtfyn Festival i de åh så svundne 90' ere, hvor britiske Blur peakede som teenageidoler, og unge piger i stort antal søgte hen til scenen i god tid, for ikke at gå glip af den krammeegnede kvartet (der siden skulle vise sig at være gjort af solidt kunstnerisk stof). De havde så ikke taget højde for, at den for dem givetvis ukendte Iggy Pop lige skulle give en koncert først.
Hans i forvejen store øjne spærredes yderligere op, da han så det foran scenen samlede kuvøseguf og kastede sig ud i en omgang så dødsforagtende akrobatik, at de unge piger skrigende løb bort derfra. Men trods det som tommelfingerregel pauvre fremmøde på Midtfyn til hvad som helst, der ikke befandt sig i midten af midterbanen, gav han et fuldgyldigt show af dimensioner, der fuldstændig tog vejret fra en lille fremmødt skare, som ved selvsyn kunne konstatere, at for denne kunstner er det alt eller intet. Hver gang.
Jeg mødte sammesteds repræsentanten fra Iggy Pops pladeselskab, som fortalte mig, at han havde tilbragt timerne op til koncerten i selskab med en høflig, belæst og lavmælt mand, som en time før showet begyndte at pumpe jern foran et kropsstort spejl og i processen forvandledes fra ydmyge Jim Osterberg til Iggy Pop, rock'n'roll-animal! Men der er som bekendt ikke noget som den allerførste gang. Jo, jeg ved det godt, de fleste store forandringer sker gradvist, men ikke desto mindre står den 19. september 1977 på spillestedet Daddy's Dance Hall som fuldstændig skelsættende for mig. Ikke kun dengang, men som retningsgiver for mit indimellem noget famlende liv lige siden.
Daddy's lå ud mod Jernbanegade i det kompleks, der i dag huser det nedrivningstruede Palads biografkompleks, en spytklat fra min dengang nyerhvervede toværelses med petroleumsovn og gasvandvarmer i køkkenet, og grundet diverse artikler i det engelske musikblad New Musical Express og den David Bowie-producerede lp The Idiot løste jeg billet til begivenheden. Nok de bedste penge jeg nogensinde har givet ud. Daddy's var en rigtig rockklub, propfuld og med kondensvand løbende ned ad væggene og med en rytmegruppe bestående af brødrene Hunt og Tony Sales var det nok det vildeste, mine unge øjne til dato havde bevidnet. Når han ikke faldt om grundet hvad der lignede elektrochokstød, kravlede han rundt på scene og PA og ud blandt og ovenpå publikum, mens han snavede pigerne oppe foran. Og så havde han den flotteste hale påsat lænden, han lignede et fabeldyr på amfetaminer. Han sang tilmed forbløffende godt og missede aldrig et cue."

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Iggys indflydelser

Iggy i interview med bladet Spin, 1986:

"Records that havde influenced me are: the use of Jim Morrion's voice on the first Doors album, which was a unique way to use the voice at the that time. He was the first person I'm aware of to sing rock'n roll with a full baritone. Up until that time, if you didn't have a high voice, you would sing in a monotone, the way Mich Jagger did 12x15 or Bo Diddley - you'd kinda shout the song. Morrison sounded almost as if he was crooning, yet the background was not sedate. It had a beat, and I found out very quickly I could do that too; Bo Diddley was helping in the call-and-response, the irresisitbility of 'Hey, Bo Diddley, have you heard?' ... 1-2-3 and second line, la-de-da. I used that format with great effect, without having any words planned, in the original Stooges shows ... Chuck Berry was real helpful in the way he'd look around the culture, find a catchphrase, like 'Sweet Little Sixteen', which is what everybody used to say referring to a girl's 16th birthday party, or 'No Particular place To Go', where he talks about seat belts. Finding neat little things in the culture on which to hang a song. The girl in 'Little Quennie' hangs out by the record machine, 'looking like she's on the cover of magazine'.
 Bob Dylan (Bringing It All Back Home and Highway 61 Revisisted) and Lou Reed (the banana album) both influenced me by the wat they used breathy vocals and very efforlessly ride a strong beat beneath it. To me that music sounded like a bunch of little Tartar tribesmen sweeping along the deserts on their ponies, ready to bring savage visitation to all in their path, yet the vocal is almost floating over that. I used that technique on 'I Wanna Be Your Dog' and 'real Cool Time'. 12x5 by The Rolling Stones, for its understatement of any emotional content, There are emotions in the music, but they're kept in their place, so it isn't weeping all over the place. It sounds hrash and tough, yet the beat is steady and nothing's overplayed. Frank Sinatra ('September Of My years') above all others, for the ability to carry the emotions in a song and to get a rise out of me, as a listener, on an emotional level. I felt something strong when that man sang.
  Van Morrison (Them's first album) was a very powerful influence for the wedding of poetry and music and for the way he recycled ckliés like on 'One-two Brown Eyes' - 'Last night I went walking/ I heard somebody talkin'/ Better stop staying out late at night and fly right' is an old shuffle blues phrase, but with Jimmy Page, who did those sessions, playing that strange guitar behind him, and with that hyper beat, it was a new way to use those clichés; that was poetry. Sun Ra, for his ability to use music to take you voyaging; also, Coltrane for that matter - those records opened me up. And Tina Turner, not musicallly, because I'm not a blues shouter, and I don't have a falsetto or a hot scream, but for her stage presentation, the way she never breaks form, almost like a balinese dancer; the hands are up, palms are outward, the feet are always going, and the tension and posture always maintained."

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Iggy, scenemonster

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Iggy-rim

IGGY
ER POST-MICKEY
MEN PRÆ-ZIGGY

IGGY
ER STICKY,
NÅR HAN GIVER ET HICKEY

IGGY
ER DER KICK I
OG KLIK-KLIK I

JEG & WIKI
VED AT IGGY
ER EN BIGGIE

POP
TILL Y O U  DROP
MED EN KROP
SOM EN CHAMPAGNEPROP
HOP, HOP, HOP
OP
AF DEN KAFFEKOP
SOM EN CIRKUSLOP'
ALDRIG ALDRIG STOP
DEAREST ANTI-FLOP


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fredag den 21. april 2017

TILLYGGI IGGY MED DE 70!



Everything will be alright tonight
Everything will be alright tonight
No one moves
No one talks
No one thinks
No one walks tonight
Tonight
Everyone will be alright tonight
Everyone will be alright tonight
No one moves
No one talks
No one thinks
No one walks tonight
Tonight

I am gonna love you till the end
I will love you till I reach the end
I will love you till I die
I will see you in the sky
Tonight

lørdag den 15. april 2017

Forfatterservice 2

Har du får et en dårlig anmeldelse, forfatter, så læg dig under dynen med en ghettoblaster og afspil for fuld volumen (om en uge 70-årige!) Iggy Pops nye sang

ASSHOLE BLUES

- her er så meget af teksten, som det er lykkes mig at tyde (hjælp gerne med at korrigere og supplere, det er vigtigt at få det hele med):

I got an asshole on my tail and he won't let me be
I got an asshole on my tail and he won't let me be
(..)
Asshole is back and he (...)
This asshole's mad and he's (...)
This asshole's getting to me
I got the asshole blues
Asshole, when are you gonna die?
Asshole, when are you gonna die?
I hope it's soon
I see your evil eyes
I see your evil eyes
I got the asshole blues
I got the asshole blues

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