Despite the anarchistic gesture of a post-Viscious Sex Pistols getting spit off stage and Iggy Pop single-handedly defying both age and reason performing in the raw with the Stooges, the so-called “reunion” of these and other rock legends doesn’t escape the scrutiny of spacerocker Julian Cope.
Here’s a few re-union rules I’ve drawn up and want adhered to or I’m gonna McCarthy-izes your Siamese asses, and book you suckers for failure to rock:
1. No substitutes unless the original is dead.
2. No substitutes just because the replacement played the same scene.
3. No re-unions at all unless your kids’ school fees depend on it.
4. Must feature at least one original unless yooz the Blues Magoos.
Personally, Iggy performing under any incarnation (except maybe the the lip sync look-a-like variety) is a gig worth checking out. And seeing him referenced nowadays as “Mr. Pop” in certain newsworthy articles is way too funny indeed. I wonder if that’s I sign of age, respect, or good ol’ fashioned fear.