Iggy Pop
The Wild Child Who Howled Sanity into Chaos
I'm the Idiot who outlived the chaos.
I came from Michigan, not some glam rock fever dream. I screamed over feedback before it had a name. I snorted, stabbed, and sweat my way into the rotten soul of this century. I died a hundred times and came back meaner each time. This isn't a comeback — it's a curse.
What I'm Into: peanut butter performances, Berlin nights with Bowie, three-chord riots, post-punk bruises, survivor's guilt
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