He sang ‘Real Wild One’ as his closer, and there wasn’t a moment of lull in the audience before he returned to encore with ‘Down On The Street’, which was amped, then as his actual last track was the only ‘Melbournian song he and the band knew’, an epic amped-up cover of ‘Red Right Hand’ by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Amongst that crowd, I saw three counts of embarrassing air-guitar two counts of people doing nothing but trying to get a good selfie many instances of inappropriate groping of Iggy and only one instance of a man refusing to leave the stage afterward and being head locked and dragged away. ‘No Fun’ saw the audience swarm the stage, a few dozen of the audience helped up by the bouncers and everybody partied alongside the legend which was super cool. ‘Search and Destroy’ had the crowd in a frenzy, a cover of Bowie’s ‘The Jean Genie’ showed off Iggy’s wicked dance moved, then 1969 was back to frenzy. A recording buddy stole the poem, which he had hidden under his bed, and that’s how ‘Some Weird Sin’ became a song, which he launched into next. He wrote down all the things that make him want to get fucked up and wrote a poem about it. He then went into a story about his drug use, saying he was approaching thirty and knew it wasn’t sustainable.
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‘I’m Sick Of You’ sounded massive and dramatic, building to when the guitars go nuts halfway through the track, it was one of my unexpected favourites of the night.Īt one-point, Iggy mentioned he was in Australia exactly forty years ago and was ‘rude to a TV presenter,’ referencing an infamous Molly Meldrum interview. Shortly after was ‘The Passenger’, which showed the slightly softer side of his repertoire, the dude definitely still has his voice, which you could hear over the crowd singing along every word. His body looks a bit like leather stretched out over a few match-sticks, but for a 72-year-old who’s done the shit he has? Super tight rig. He was shirtless from the get-go, which makes sense, I don’t think Iggy has owned a shirt since the late ’60s. The massive energy of the songs fuzzy guitars got the crowd absolutely frothing straight off the bat.
When Iggy emerged, backdropped against some strange dramatic sounds and a sickly blue-green light, he launched straight into ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog’. Their underground hit, ‘Smoko’, and new single ‘Pub Feed’ had the mosh jumping around and chanting along as the fashionably-late crowd were still filling up their seats at the back. The dirty young fellas did a good job of getting the crowd amped up with their very Australian brand of rag-tag punk. The Chats opened the show, the honour of which the band mentioned had them feeling like they were ‘ready to retire tomorrow’. It was the legends 72nd birthday that day, and he still belts loud enough to wake up sweet baby Jesus a day early.
And as I got older, they suddenly realized, Oh, my God, we're the parents of Iggy Pop.Words by Liam McNally Iggy Pop returned to Festival Hall in Melbourne over the Easter long weekend 2019. “My parents wanted to light my artistic candle,” he remembers, “but over time, the definition of 'the arts' began to stretch.
In the ensuing decades he has embraced transparent plastic trousers, body glitter, and, on at least one occasion, a costume that made him look like a praying mantis. We can only assume that they have also supported him throughout an extremely ambitious sartorial career that began when he donned a maternity dress, white face, and an aluminum Afro wig for the very first Stooges concert, nearly a half-century ago. Pop was born James Newell Osterberg, Jr., in Muskegon, Michigan, on April 21, 1947, which means he is 68 today! Unlike so many of his angry punk brothers and sisters, he has nothing but lovely things to say about his upbringing-his parents even gave up their master bedroom in the trailer where they lived so that Jimmy would have a place big enough for his drum kit. I think I'm the greatest, anyway,” the great-looking musician, occasional actor, and undisputed style icon Iggy Pop once said. “I stare at myself in the mirror and I think, Wow, I'm really great-looking.
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