Despite the wrinkly, leathery skin and gaunt face, Iggy Pop still doesn't act like someone from my parent's generation. Sure, he's traded all his nasty pre-show habits from the past for a glass or two of wine, but he's still the same insatiable and tumultuous performer he was nearly forty years ago, still wreaking havoc and creating security nightmares at his shows, giving the audience more than a concert - giving them an experience.
Tommorow, Iggy Pop, punk's spiritual leader, turns sixty years old.
Take a moment to think about Iggy and all the decades he's influenced countless people around the world. Or wish him a happy birthday on his MySpace. Better yet, before you head out to see Iggy and The Stooges at WaMu Theater next Friday, April 27, bake him a cake, frosted with peanut butter, and bring it with you to the show. His fans deserve to sing him happy birthday. And I'm sure he'd appreciate the gesture. If all else fails, cakes are great for food fights.