KISS IT GOODBYE
There’s Iggy Pop, twenty minutes ago an official onstage performer, now off and looking to cut up informally in the carpeted wing off the main dance floor of the Hollywood Palladium. And whose Shoulders are better to climb atop, there to pose for some pics, than those of Keith Moon, one of the offstage stars of a night on which the sideshow is as important as the main attraction and the concept outweighs both?
There’s Iggy Pop, twenty minutes ago an official onstage performer, now off and looking to cut up informally in the carpeted wing off the main dance floor of the Hollywood Palladium. And whose Shoulders are better to climb atop, there to pose for some pics, than those of Keith Moon, one of the offstage stars of a night on which the sideshow is as important as the main attraction and the concept outweighs both?
It was the Hollywood Street Revival and Trash Dance, a neatly organized, well-defined finish to the glitter scene of Hollywood, an era that always seemed certain to end the next day for lack of input, but which survived and survived on some sort of odd momentum. The decadent lifestyle implies a striving for jadedness, but over the last year it’s showed that it alsohas a will to live.
