My dog, the only friend of the gluttonous man, is called Iggy.
Iggy is very nice. He looks a bit like an Idiot, but he is very, very nice.
Above all, he is very obedient. As soon as I give him an order, he runs straight to me.
Iggy wags his tail as soon as he sees me arriving in the morning to change his water bowl. I feed him, of course, with leftovers from my meals, and he thanks me with his chubby smile.
In winter, I sometimes try to put a sweater on him that I made with my own hands, but he absolutely refuses. He is fine the way he is.
I know that I could treat him terribly if I wanted to, without him even considering the thought of rebelling in the waiting room of his brain.
It truly is a great satisfaction to have a little dog underfoot, unyielding in his role as the master's subordinate friend.
Well, Iggy my dog is the exact canine replica of the tail-wagging Iggy barking behind Bowie during 1976/1977.
They must have made a great couple together. One the submissive, the other the God to whom to bow down.
They got into all sorts of troubles, the two of them! For example, the lyrics of "Always Crashing In The Same Car" (which is in Low, and even the stones know it's a track from Low) sprang from a crazy night spent by Bowie and Iggy during the recordings of Low. They met a guy who sold them some terrible drugs, and in revenge, they drove over his parked car multiple times. On the way back to the hotel, they stayed in the underground parking lot, spinning around like madmen in the car, nearly challenging death. Luckily, the car's gas ran out first...
Getting back to us, “The Idiot,” without beating around the bush, served Bowie to experiment with his new sounds on his favorite guinea pig: Iggy.
Not for nothing, it was finished before “Low” but released afterward, so critics wouldn't think Bowie might have copied from Iggy (imagine that).
In this album, Iggy is so subservient to his deity Bowie that he sells his soul and face just to produce an album that has nothing to do with the stage beast he has always been since the days of the Stooges.
I honestly have a laugh every time I pull out this album from my collection of “Bowie & Surroundings” (I have everything from the White Duke, even the original single released in Japan for an advertisement [Crystal Japan] which inspired good old Trent Reznor for the ambient piece in the middle of The Downward Spiral... I broke the bank to get it. Yes, I admit it, I'm a bit ashamed of it, but indeed I haven't only listened to Bowie in my entire life. Maybe I don't deserve the title of Bowie's best fan, but I swear to you: I live for Bowie. David, if you're reading this review, know that you're always in my thoughts!).
Sorry, I lost my way.
So, as I was saying, when I pull out this album from my Bowieteca, I look at the cover and read: “Iggy Pop = The Idiot.” Fitting for someone who at that time was the puppet of his majesty Bowie.
For heaven’s sake, the production of the album is by Bowie and therefore splendidly excellent. I enjoy listening to this album (I would even listen to an album made from recordings of Bowie's toilet flush), but I can't help but laugh heartily thinking of The Idiot, the little dog, the guinea pig of his magnificence David who worse than Faust sold his Stoogesian soul for Uncle David's experiments.
The ratings anyway are:
- Iggy's contribution to the album: 2
- Bowie's production: 5
- Iggy's dignity during the period 1976/1977: 1
Sorry, but I’ll close this review now. Iggy asks me for kibble, but today I’m giving him only some leftovers from my Bowie's kitchen. I really want to see how he’ll take it.
Long live Bowie and long live Ziggy (I adore you, David!)
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