HONEY COME & BE MY ENEMY I CAN LOVE YOU TOO
The Stooges are back, and I’m happy, and I’m sad. Happy because they’re such a great, great band, a distillation of beautiful fury that could tear your head off. Sad, because I’m sitting in a scumpit called the Michigan Palace waiting through three dogshit bands for them to come on.
HONEY COME & BE MY ENEMY I CAN LOVE YOU TOO
Iggy & the Stooges take America by the Spleen
by
Esther & Lester
The Stooges are back, and I’m happy, and I’m sad. Happy because they’re such a great, great band, a distillation of beautiful fury that could tear your head off. Sad, because I’m sitting in a scumpit called the Michigan Palace waiting through three dogshit bands for them to come on. It’s not just that the environment’s ugly, but that I’ve been sitting in essentially this same place fpr five years now, counting a couple years layoff, waiting for them to break over the edge they always seem to be pushing toward and make it really big.
I have what Iggy calls “optimistic fatalism,” because I believe in the Stooges. I’ve seen Iggy race into an audience and tear out its entrails and make them love it, I’ve seen this band pick up all the negative .energy in the universe and turn it transcendent and human, like “Death '■Trip'”:
Honey come and be my enemy
I can love you too