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by junketa_Archive
This incident didn't happen to me, but it happened because of me;
A friend of mine named Tony had a girlfriend who was going to grad school somewhere in New York. Tony and I lived in Los Angeles, and when June came around, it was decided that he would drive to New York, pick up his sweetheart, then the two of them would enjoy a week of camping and sightseeing on the way back to the west coast. Around that same time, I bought an issue of Motor Booty magazine which contained an article about the "Iggy Pop Wax Museum" in Ann Arbor. It looked like a cool museum. There was Iggy paraphenalia of all sorts, and even what appeared to be a life-size, bare-chested wax Iggy wearing the gold pants from the Raw Power album cover.
Very hot. When Tony told me he was hoping to stop by Graceland on the way out there, I said "fuck Elvis, you've gotta stop by the Iggy Pop wax museum."
"What?"
I showed him the article, and he agreed. He would pass through Michigan.
Three weeks later, Tony gave me a pen from Graceland. It was a great pen, but I wanted to know about the wax Iggy.
"There is no wax Iggy," he said.
When he got to Ann Arbor, Tony drove around for awhile without seeing anything mentioning Iggy; no signs, nothing. Finally he stopped at a record store that looked hip enough to direct him to the museum. The punchline here is, of course, there IS NO IGGY POP WAX MUSEUM. How-ever, the store Tony stopped at happened to be the same store that put together Motor Booty magazine. I guess they were pretty surprised that anyone believed the hoax.
That was about fifteen years ago. I still have the cool Elvis pen.