Museum Musica

USA, 1977, art rock / post-punk

Iggy Pop – The Idiot: There is this slow, unassailable, confident energy enveloping this whole album. And it’s all a night energy—literally the first four songs directly reference nighttime. This confidence of an idiot who doesn’t know any better is just so darned attractive, especially when the person in question is not an idiot. Oh, and I prefer this version of “China Girl”. I wonder what it was like to walk the streets of Berlin at night in the 70s. With Bowie at your side. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to hear that his ghost still walks there, moseying along to the warped electronics of “Mass Production”. And one last thing: if you’re going to get your strings pulled by someone, you could do worse than Bowie.