Iggy Pop The Exclaim! Questionnaire

Iggy Pop The Exclaim! Questionnaire
What are you up to?
I am up to my neck in shitty stories about my past degradative exploits, and really sick of it as only a reformed and newly respected pillar of society can be.

What are your current fixations?
I’m fixated on the idea of having sex with my Goddess when I return from my silly and exhaustive road trips.

Why do you live where you do?
Because it’s warm and sleazy.

Name something you consider a mind-altering work of art:
[A bird chirps loudly in the background.] Can you hear that? The bird by the trashbin.

What has been your most memorable or inspirational gig and why?
Rolling Stones, 1969, Olympia Arena, Detroit, Michigan. Because of the brazen audacity with which the beat was unhurried and the guitar sound was entirely unsweetened. It was like a heroin pie in your face.

What have been your career highs and lows?
Well, the lows are when I’m broke, and the highs are when I’m loaded.

What’s the meanest thing ever said to you before, during or after a gig?
I read a comment on one of my more recent lyrics — "My idea of fun is killing everyone” — which several internet pinheads agreed was, "Stupid, but not stupid enough.” There was also a very strange period of about 12 years where someone, a male whose face I have never seen, would come somewhere near the front of the stage at every single one of my shows and yell two words over and over again: Iggy. Lobotomy. Iggy. Lobotomy. It got eerie after a while. I was like, "Where does he get the money?”

What should everyone shut up about?
Mind games of the new age.

What traits do you most like and most dislike about yourself?
I like my tenacity. I dislike my tendency to flip out.

What advice should you have taken, but did not?
Release "Real Wild Child” as my first single in 19-whatever it was. There was a little guy in a Hawaiian shirt and a pencil moustache telling me, "That ‘Real Wild’ song, that’s the hit. Not that other one.” "But I didn’t write that! It’s not my artistic statement! It’s a drum machine!” But I didn’t listen.

What would make you kick someone out of your band and/or bed, and have you?
I used to kick ‘em out of my bed all the time. It’s just part of my personality. Out! With the band, they’d have to break the unwritten code. Which is convenient, because as its unwritten, I’m the only one that knows the code. So there’s not much chance of compliance.

What do you think of when you think of Canada?
Oh, Canada. A sleeping giant. A great deal of untapped force. That’s kind of what I think. Or how about a richer version of Russia? A successful U.S.S.R. A good friend of mine from Canada said, "People just think we’re Mexicans with sweaters.” There’s a lot of power up there. I flew home from France just a few days ago, to Miami, and we had to take the northern route down because of a tropical storm. We hit extreme Northern Quebec and came down — it’s just one huge beach all the way down. It’s very substantial up there. People are starting to pop out of there. Every so often someone really interesting pops out of there. Jeff Wall, Cronenberg. The Sutherlands, Donald and Kiefer. The whole music scene in Montreal. It’s interesting because you’re next to America, and you haven’t gotten as carried away as Americans. America’s really in a whirl of its own media.

What is your vital daily ritual?
I do Qi Gong. It’s Chinese shit, like Tai Chi. If you get good enough at it, then you can walk through fire and start a cult.

What are your feelings on piracy, internet or otherwise?
I’m in favour of all forms of piracy.

What was your most memorable day job?
Stock boy at Discount Records in Ann Arbour, Michigan. 1965. I had access to everything. I was listening to everything from screaming Bedouins to Balinese trance music to opera. You name it. That’s a good gig if you’re a musician.

How do you spoil yourself?
Expensive red wine. Expensive Bordeaux. Fanciful old cars that break down constantly, but I don’t care because I’m not actually taking them to work. Looking up into a blue sky and staring into the puffy clouds as I am right now. Cruising my chick. Shit like that.

If I wasn’t playing music I would be…
A political problem for somebody.

What do you fear most?
Debt. And old age.

What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
The right curves.

What has been your strangest celebrity encounter?
Tiny Tim! I met Tiny Tim. It was strange. He’s Tiny Tim! We rode together — he had that famous girlfriend, Miss Tiny or whatever — at 4:30 in the morning on some New York club roll. The sort of thing where you’re hanging out, and you’re drinking, and some guy says, "Do you want to go to another club?” And then it turns out it’s Tiny Tim’s manager, and before you know it, you’re in an old limo riding around New York with Tiny Tim. He’s a lot stranger than Marilyn Manson.

Who would be your ideal dinner guest, living or dead, and what would you serve them?
The Marquis de Sade. I would serve the chick du jour, basically.

What does your mom wish you were doing instead?
You know, my mom’s passed away, and she always wished me well and never ever tried to steer me off.

Given the opportunity to choose, how would you like to die?
I keep telling my girlfriend I want to die during sex with her, which gets her upset. "What do you mean, on top of me?” That would be the best. Yeah.