Many, many moons ago I witnessed the mighty Iggy Pop pull off an electrifying gig on the Cold Metal tour.
It was the sort of show where people say “you had to be there” and I was. It’s went down in history as the show mentioned in the Irvine Welsh novel “Trainspotting”, but no matter how much Welsh loves Iggy he fell far short of capturing just how wild the show really was.
It's most definitely a top ten gig for me, but strangely enough although he has toured since I have never actually been to see him again.
So it’s time to rectify that this Sunday when I catch him with the Stooges playing Raw Power in its entirety.
I ask you. Does it get any better than that?
The answer is actually yes it does, because in support are New York legends Suicide who are going to be doing their debut live for the masses.
I can feel it in my blood that this show is going to fuckin’ rock big stylee.
The excitement is starting to build already.
I'm blasting out some Stooges right now while I wait for a show to upload for you guys.
Tomorrow is when it will really register though as that’s the day before we start our journey down south.
My day of preparation.
In my head I’ve already got it planned out. Stooges for breakfast, Stooges for lunch, Stooges for dinner, Stooges all motherfuckin’ day maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
It’s just crashed in that I haven’t been this excited about a gig in a long time. I think I’ll keep my fingers crossed in case I bloody jinx it.
From my own collection I dug deep and found this for all you Stooges fans.
Years ago I had worn out my vinyl copy of Raw Power and as this was way before CDs my only option was to buy it new, or go out and score a second hand copy that was in a better condition that my own. So that's what I did. Then when I got home I found that the previous owner had cut out and sellotaped the original review of the album into the inner sleeve. Result.
In 1972, the Stooges were near the point of collapse when David Bowie's management team, MainMan, took a chance on the band at Bowie's behest. By this point, guitarist Ron Asheton and bassist Dave Alexander had been edged out of the picture, and James Williamson had signed on as Iggy's new guitar mangler; Asheton rejoined the band shortly before recording commenced on Raw Power, but was forced to play second fiddle to Williamson as bassist. By most accounts, tensions were high during the recording of Raw Power, and the album sounds like the work of a band on its last legs -- though rather than grinding to a halt, Iggy & the Stooges appeared ready to explode like an ammunition dump. From a technical standpoint, Williamson was a more gifted guitar player than Asheton (not that that was ever the point), but his sheets of metallic fuzz were still more basic (and punishing) than what anyone was used to in 1973, while Ron Asheton played his bass like a weapon of revenge, and his brother Scott Asheton remained a powerhouse behind the drums. But the most remarkable change came from the singer; Raw Power revealed Iggy as a howling, smirking, lunatic genius. Whether quietly brooding ("Gimme Danger") or inviting the apocalypse ("Search and Destroy"), Iggy had never sounded quite so focused as he did here, and his lyrics displayed an intensity that was more than a bit disquieting. In many ways, almost all Raw Power has in common with the two Stooges albums that preceded it is its primal sound, but while the Stooges once sounded like the wildest (and weirdest) gang in town, Raw Power found them heavily armed and ready to destroy the world -- that is, if they didn't destroy themselves first. ~ Mark Deming, All Music Guide