{"id":10118,"date":"2019-08-26T22:27:20","date_gmt":"2019-08-27T05:27:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/BigJimIndustries.com\/wordpress\/?p=10118"},"modified":"2019-08-30T22:39:49","modified_gmt":"2019-08-31T05:39:49","slug":"how-iggys-lived","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/2019\/08\/26\/how-iggys-lived\/","title":{"rendered":"How Iggy&#8217;s Lived"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/2019\/09\/02\/the-survival-of-iggy-pop\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"from The New Yorker (opens in a new tab)\">from The New Yorker<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h1 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The Survival of Iggy Pop<\/h1>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">An inventor of punk rock on his long career, the future, and swimming in Miami.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p>By\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/contributors\/amanda-petrusich\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\" (opens in a new tab)\">Amanda Petrusich<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.newyorker.com\/photos\/5d5eff981dae160008e9edc0\/master\/w_3000,c_limit\/190902_r34852.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><figcaption><em>Stories about Pop\u2019s misbehavior are lewd, captivating, and plentiful. In recent years, his work has grown more interior.<\/em> Photograph by Ryan McGinley for The New Yorker<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>In late July, in a brief window between professional appointments, Iggy Pop drove to the mouth of Biscayne Bay, so that he could bob in its tropical waters. In 1995, he had bought what he described as \u201ca very seedy condo\u201d in Miami, and he has had a home in the city ever since. The extremity of the place\u2014it is both environmentally tenuous and aesthetically vulgar\u2014seems to suit Pop, who, in the late nineteen-sixties, as a member of the Stooges, helped invent and refine punk rock, a genre of music so menacing and physically savage that it is sometimes shocking that Pop has made it to the age of seventy-two. After he moved to Miami, he started swimming every day. \u201cI didn\u2019t know anybody,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019d go to the beach and come home, go to the beach and come home. I tried to build myself back up from twenty years in harness\u2014New York City, the modern American record industry, gruelling economy touring. I quit smoking here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From afar, Pop resembles a bronze statuette. He is lithe, sinewy, and deeply tanned, with a torso that, for decades, has appeared so exquisitely and minutely muscled that an onlooker might reasonably assume it was painted on. In recent years, his midsection has relaxed a bit, but he assured me, while patting it, that it remains quite firm. His hair is blond, shoulder length, pin straight, and parted in the middle, and his eyes are an oceanic blue. Though he has had Lasik surgery\u2014\u201cIn Colombia, before it was legal here\u201d\u2014his vision is still imperfect, a malady he chalks up to doing too much intravenous cocaine. He has retained a bit of a round, Midwestern accent from his upbringing, outside Detroit. In conversation, he is nearly guileless, and he listens intently and carefully. Periodically, his face will collapse into a benevolent grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>[ <a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/2019\/09\/02\/the-survival-of-iggy-pop\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"click to continue reading at TNY (opens in a new tab)\">click to continue reading at TNY<\/a> ]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>from The New Yorker The Survival of Iggy Pop An inventor of punk rock on his long career, the future, and swimming in Miami. By\u00a0Amanda Petrusich In late July, in a brief window between professional appointments, Iggy Pop drove to the mouth of Biscayne Bay, so that he could bob in its tropical waters. 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