The Stooges The Weirdness

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seventeen wrote:It was a free gig. to resume, I just saw the Stooges play a small show in a TV studio up close, with an audience of 120, right here in Paris, where they are now on a promo TV tour. It was so small you could touch Iggy.

They only played new songs from the album, and they ruled big A live. Ron, Watt and Rock Action just rocked hard. Iggy was in top form, tanned, explaining bits between songs, doing the regular antics.

The song "O solo mio" which is only on the vinyl, is one of their greatest songs ever.

But the cherry on the cake was during I wanna be your dog as the last song, when Iggy came toward us during the solo. As I stood and screamed his name, he jumped in the audience, put his arms around my shoulder. I did the same, and we both falled down, singing "Now I wanna be your dog" in the mike, soon joined by all the audience falling down around us. The cameramen went crazy over us. Iggy was laughing, putting his hands on my short cropped hairs, as chaos abounded, and as we screamed "Now I wanna be your dog" together !

All my pals will see me singing I wanna be your dog with Iggy on TV when this airs, and even if the encore doesn't air, can you beat such an evening ? hahaha


Dude, there are messageboards dedicated to this kind of homoerotic fan-fiction.

The Stooges The Weirdness

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Rimbaud III wrote:
seventeen wrote:It was a free gig. to resume, I just saw the Stooges play a small show in a TV studio up close, with an audience of 120, right here in Paris, where they are now on a promo TV tour. It was so small you could touch Iggy.

They only played new songs from the album, and they ruled big A live. Ron, Watt and Rock Action just rocked hard. Iggy was in top form, tanned, explaining bits between songs, doing the regular antics.

The song "O solo mio" which is only on the vinyl, is one of their greatest songs ever.

But the cherry on the cake was during I wanna be your dog as the last song, when Iggy came toward us during the solo. As I stood and screamed his name, he jumped in the audience, put his arms around my shoulder. I did the same, and we both falled down, singing "Now I wanna be your dog" in the mike, soon joined by all the audience falling down around us. The cameramen went crazy over us. Iggy was laughing, putting his hands on my short cropped hairs, as chaos abounded, and as we screamed "Now I wanna be your dog" together !

All my pals will see me singing I wanna be your dog with Iggy on TV when this airs, and even if the encore doesn't air, can you beat such an evening ? hahaha


Dude, there are messageboards dedicated to this kind of homoerotic fan-fiction.


So you're saying you've never fancied getting your botty 'Pop-ed'?
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The Stooges The Weirdness

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Cranius wrote:
Rimbaud III wrote:
seventeen wrote:It was a free gig. to resume, I just saw the Stooges play a small show in a TV studio up close, with an audience of 120, right here in Paris, where they are now on a promo TV tour. It was so small you could touch Iggy.

They only played new songs from the album, and they ruled big A live. Ron, Watt and Rock Action just rocked hard. Iggy was in top form, tanned, explaining bits between songs, doing the regular antics.

The song "O solo mio" which is only on the vinyl, is one of their greatest songs ever.

But the cherry on the cake was during I wanna be your dog as the last song, when Iggy came toward us during the solo. As I stood and screamed his name, he jumped in the audience, put his arms around my shoulder. I did the same, and we both falled down, singing "Now I wanna be your dog" in the mike, soon joined by all the audience falling down around us. The cameramen went crazy over us. Iggy was laughing, putting his hands on my short cropped hairs, as chaos abounded, and as we screamed "Now I wanna be your dog" together !

All my pals will see me singing I wanna be your dog with Iggy on TV when this airs, and even if the encore doesn't air, can you beat such an evening ? hahaha


Dude, there are messageboards dedicated to this kind of homoerotic fan-fiction.


So you're saying you've never fancied getting your botty 'Pop-ed'?


No. My fantasies about Iggy Pop aren't tainted by streaky smears of sleaze like this. We are in love, and he treats me with a tender, generous affection the likes of which one might encounter in a film adaptation of a Jane Austin novel or a Valentine's edition of Reader's Digest.

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