Zambonis and Iggy Pop

Yesterday, two of my favorite things got brought up in class: Zambonis and Iggy Pop. If we could somehow get Iggy Pop to drive a Zamboni, I’d be deliriously happy.

In high school, we used to go down to Baltimore Skipjacks games and cheer for the Zamboni driver. We did this for two reasons: Zambonis are cool and the Skipjacks sucked. The team would actually fold my first year in college, probably because it lost the loyal support of a group of high school kids cheering on the Zamboni. If only they would have given us beer.

Iggy Pop is one of the coolest people to ever live. Bates sold him short, mentioning only the stage-diving but leaving out the beating himself with the microphone until he would bleed, covering himself in peanut butter, and rolling around in broken glass. Iggy Pop was hardcore. And how could he act this way? Because Iggy Pop may have ingested more heroin than any person in the history of the world.

And while other sissy bands were singing songs about love being all you need or some other sort of nonsense, Iggy was singing songs with titles like “Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell”, “Seek and Destroy”, and “I Wanna Be Your Dog”. He probably single-handedly invented punk rock. Well, with an assist from Richard Hell. For all of the bluster between New York and London about where did punk start, it seems pretty clear it started with one junkie in Detroit. Iggy Pop scares the hell out of me.