Maurizio ferrarotti torino è la mia città 2011
Maurizio ferrarotti torino è la mia città 2011
Maurizio ferrarotti torino è la mia città 2011
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SAVE A TREE!<br />
The Big Club, Turin, Spring 1988. The European leg of Iggy Pop’s Instinct World Tour. The venue<br />
is crowded, the band is superb – Andy McCoy being the axeman! – and Iggy is on fire. It’s my first<br />
Iggy concert ever. I had missed him five years ago in this same town, Breaking Point Tour it was<br />
named then, decidedly appropriate since Iggy was really close to the second breaking point of his<br />
turbulent career. So tonight I couldn’t fail absolutely. The Ig is back in the saddle with true grit<br />
riding a heavy metal horse. I’m here with the bunch in my Ron Asheton-like leather jacket, drinking<br />
beer then getting into the pogoing crowd then back to beer then pogoing again and so on.<br />
Cold metal, it’s gotta be. Better save a tree. Save a tree, save a tree, save a tree, save a tree, yeah!<br />
That skinny pogoing hipster with bleached hair in the front row is astonished: “Save a tree? Oh...<br />
SAVE A FUCK?” So he clears his throat and spits at Iggy. Fuck you guy this ain’t 1977! Mr<br />
Osterberg doesn’t react. He keeps slowly crawling off stage like a stoned iguana. The peroxide<br />
anachronic moron follows him almost in parallel, once again clearing his throat. Iggy crawling<br />
careless in a whirl of feedback. Still, just a moment before disappearing behind the scenes, my Ann<br />
Arbor hero suddenly turns his head and spit in the boy’s face. Leaving that little poseur astounded.<br />
He he he. Good job Iggy! Luv ya. Save those fuckin’ trees!<br />
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