Monday, June 30, 2008

Corndogorama - Lost in the Funhouse

Phoebe Cates, leader singer of Attractive Eighties Women, performing at Corndogorama last Thursday night. (More coverage here.)

Lester Bangs writes:

...you're goddam right Iggy Stooge is a damn fool. He does a lot better job of making a fool of himself on stage and vinyl than almost any other performer I've ever seen. That is one of his genius's central facets.

What we need are more rock "stars" willing to make fools of themselves, absolutely jump off the deep end and make the audience embarrassed for them if necessary, so long as they have not one shred of dignity or mythic corona left. Because then the whole damn pompous edifice of this supremely ridiculous rock 'n' roll industry, set up to grab bucks by conning youth and encouraging fantasies of a puissant "youth culture," would collapse, and with it would collapse the careers of the hyped talentless nonentities who breed off of it. Can you imagine Led Zeppelin without Robert Plant conning the audience: "I'm gonna give you every inch of my love" - he really gives them nothing, not even a good-natured grinful "howdy-do" - or Jimmy Page's arch scowl of supermusician ennui?

From Of Pop and Pies and Fun: A Program for Mass Liberation in the Form of a Stooges Review, or, Who's the Fool? written for Creem in 1970, reprinted in Bangs' Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung.

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