Right After You Stage Dive Into a Pit Filled with Broken Glass and Half-eaten Barbituates
Go get some car insurance. That’s right. Tell them Iggy Pop sent you.
Go get some car insurance. That’s right. Tell them Iggy Pop sent you.
I didn’t realize this when I posted, but I found out today that Ron Asheton, one of the most seminal guitar figures of modern rock history–the guy who made the Stooges sear into my premotor cortex like a meteor–passed away yesterday.
But like all artists, he still lives.
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