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I'm lucky enough to have a mate in the industry who through a couple of borrowed passes, some nail varnish remover and a sharpie pen meant I could alter the dates and bands on a production pass and sit in the dressing room area at the Sonisphere festival in 2010. This entailed watching the best of the bands, then sitting in the dressing room area afterwards and 'hanging out' (terrible expression) in their company post-gig.

Managed to get a photo and some chat time with some interesting folk (some of whom I have been fans of for donkeys years) including Kerry King, Ian Astbury, Nicko McBrain and Jerry Cantrell amongst others.

And then...there he was. Iggy Pop. Fuck. Iggy Fucking Pop. Punk godfather, legend, creator of some of my favourite music, giver of great interviews. I was on a roll. I was less than 10 feet from what could be described as a hero.

He was a lot smaller than I thought he would be, but that platinum hair was unmistakable.

He was talking to someone, and as I got closer I could hear that Detroit drawl. I was slightly shaking but armed with the knowledge in about 5 minutes I would be uploading a picture of me and Iggy on Facebook as my profile photo I steadied myself and walked within two feet of him.

Just as I was about to open my mouth and ask for a photo a hand came within 2 inches of my face followed by "CAN I HELP YOU??!"

Dazed I replied "erm yeah I was just going to see if I could get a photo with Iggy". The reply was "NO! YOU HAVE TO BACK AWAY...GO!"

Felling slightly dejected I wandered off and found somewhere to hide (didn't really want any questions as to which band I was with and why was I not loading a van) and grabbed a (free) beer.

As showtime approached Iggy got out of his dressing room, staggered about looking very much worse for wear, took a swig of water and threw it up. He then got on the golf cart thing and got taken to the stage. I watched the Stooges show from the crowd. He was bloody magnificent but I just couldn't enjoy it. I kept thinking...'Stupid car insurance salesman...won't even acknowledge your fans...YOU HAVE TO STEP AWAY!'

This could be my worst gig experience, not the worst gig (see my other post for those).
(Flobbit gave you the horn on, Tue 30 Jul 2013, 14:15, 5 replies)

Two things I don't get about him.
1) How come, when he isn't on stage, he can barely walk, let alone move?
2) Why does all of his skin compress like an accordion as he twists and gyrates for the crowd? (This is especially true of his back.)
( Muns, Tue 30 Jul 2013, 14:59, closed)

Well I could understand it if he had gone through massive weight loss
but he's always been a skinny runt...
(Flobbit gave you the horn on, Tue 30 Jul 2013, 15:00, closed)

1) All the drugs ever.
2) All the drugs ever.
( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Tue 30 Jul 2013, 15:18, closed)

lolz
he made Keith Richards look like a lightwieght
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Tue 30 Jul 2013, 17:02, closed)

^This.
With added drugs.
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Tue 30 Jul 2013, 20:29, closed)