Check Out Video For Iggy Pop’s Bowie-esque New Single ‘Sunday’

It says something about the sheer willful invincibility of Iggy Pop that his awesome new album Post Pop Depression shot straight to the top of the Billboard charts when it was released this spring. At aged just 69, it was his first number one. Though one would guess he’ll still find new ways to top it.

The video accompanying new single “Sunday” is meant to be a loose sort of look inside the journey of the record’s creative undertaking, and, naturally, features collaborator Josh Homme (he of Queens of the Stone Age.) The song itself, with its jagged guitars, jittery grooves and Pop’s haunted baritone, actually very much brings to mind Bowie’s Lodger album. Just coincidence, surely.

Iggy kicks off a European tour tomorrow at London’s Royal Albert Hall.


Watch Iggy Pop Talk ‘Repo Man’ for the Criterion Collection

Last week, we got excited for the Criterion Collections new addition of Repo Man with their signature Three Reasons. And to further commemorate the induction of Alex Cox’s sci-fi punk cult classic, they’ve now posted a video of Iggy Pop, the man behind the film’s theme, talking about his experience working with Cox and how the assignment "came at a perfect moment in his career.’ The entire interview is available to watch as part of Blu-ray and DVD editions of the film alongside audio-commentary from Cox, deleted scenes and trailers, conversations between Harry Dean Stanton and Peter McCarthy, plus a booklet full of illustrations and essays.

But for now, watch the brief clip and make sure to add this one to the top of your wish list.

Also, check out the artwork and packaging for the film as well.



Ke$ha Has an Extremely Catchy New Song With Iggy Pop

By now, you’ve probably heard Ke$ha’s latest single, "Die Young" in your everyday life so many times that the earworm has not only firmly nestled into your brain, but now has a regular commute and is working on raising a family. Maybe you’ve even seen the video, packed with Illuminati-conspiracy-theory-evoking imagery, gratuitous footage of wolves and lots of glitter. Maybe it’s your super favorite jam of 2012 so far — and fair enough, a jam indeed it is. 

But if "Die Young" just isn’t cutting it for you, there is plenty more Ke$ha to go around, and with more Special Guest Stars, including Patrick Carney of The Black Keys (who co-wrote and co-produced closer "Love Into the Light"). Her next glorious apocalyptic frat party of an album, Warrior, drops December 4th and will be available for a preview stream on iTunes soon. In the meantime, the singer released a new track from her third album, featuring one surprising-but-not-really-surprising guest: Mr. Iggy Pop. Their collab, "Dirty Love," is a straightforward, stomping rock ode to knowing what you want (and how to get it). Iggy appears for the rather unsubtle bridge: "Cockroaches do it / in garbage cans / rug merchants do it / in Afghanistan / Santorum did it / in a V-neck sweater." This may be the first—and last—time Rick Santorum’s sex life is ever mentioned in a pop song. Listen below.

Iggy Pop and Bethany Consentino Get Spooky and Swampy on ‘Let’s Boot and Rally’

HBO’s hit vampire drama True Blood has seen some changes in Season 5—new developments and even new cast members, most notably the arrival of Detective Eliot Stabler himself, Christopher Meloni, as Authority leader Roman—and it’s had its on and off spells, but since its start, one aspect of the show has stayed consistently great, and that is music supervisor Gary Calamar’s soundtrack. Everyone from swamp-rock house-trashers Th’ Legendary Shack Shakers to New Orleans legends like Dr. John and Allen Toussaint to Neko Case and Damien Rice have been featured on the show’s haunting and irresistible soundtrack, and now the show can add Iggy Pop and Bethany Consentino of Best Coast to its ever-growing stable of featured musicians.


The two recorded an original song, written by Calamar and James Combs, called "Let’s Boot and Rally," a driving garage-blues track that’s equal parts bayou boat and muscle car. And for what it’s worth, the combination of Iggy and Bethany Consentino is pretty close to what we’d imagine Sookie and Bill sounding like if they recorded a song together. 

Calamar told KCRW that the song, based on the title of an episode, "wrote itself," and finding the performers was pretty serendipitous too. Iggy Pop, as it turns out, is a pretty big True Blood fan, and when Calamar sent him the demo of the track, it turned out to be a good fit. He sought out Consentino, he says, after listening to his "favorite song of the summer," Best Coast’s "The Only Place." 

The episode airs July 8th and in the meantime, you can listen to the track via SoundCloud here

How to Play a Rock Star in a Movie

The casting of the upcoming CBGB’a movie has been a drawn-out process scored by endless commentary from fans who think they know better than filmmakers. Even the classic bar’s regulars got in the game. Not too long ago, Cheetah Chrome of the Dead Boys told us, “Hell, get Johnny Depp to play me!” Now it’s been announced that there is a new round of cast members, including former Roseanne star (and current The Big Bang Theory player) Johnny Galecki as manager Terry Ork and actress Mickey Sumner as Patti Smith. Perhaps the most controversial casting, though, is Foo Fighters drummer Taylor Hawkins, who, The Hollywood Reporter found out, will be playing Iggy Pop. 

The musician has plenty of experience behind the camera, having composed music for video games, TV, and movies, and he’s also appeared in plenty of rockumentaries in his capacity as a band member. But can he actually play the role of a musician?

He can start by checking out these clips below, showcasing what we consider fine examples of actors playing rockers.

The Velvet Goldmine 

With Jonathan Rys Meyers as Brian Slade and Ewan McGregor as Curt Wild—clearly Pop influenced—this should be Hawkins’ go-to movie for Iggy inspiration.


La Bamba

Lou Diamond Phillips played Ritchie Valens in this 1987 movie about the rocker who died at 18 in a plane crash that also killed Buddy Holly and The Big Bopper.


The Rose

Bette Midler made her screen debut in this movie, based loosely on the life of Janis Joplin. Pop never had Janice’s pipes, so singing like this won’t be a worry for Hawkins, but still a good role to study.


Sid and Nancy

For a taste of 1970s rock, what’s better than the Gary Oldman and Chloe Webb in this 1986 classic?


The Doors

To capture some of pop’s slithering sex appeal, checking out Val Kilmer’s performance in Oliver Stone’s The Doors would be a smart idea. Kilmer’s magnetic, insane, and overwhelmingly alluring Jim Morrison raised the bar for playing rockers.


Ladies and Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains

The 1982 punk cult classic featuring a young Diane Lane and Laura Dern is required viewing for anyone who should be allowed to be punk, let alone play one on the screen. Absolutely essential viewing.

Pete & Pete Reunite For The First Time Since 1996

For those of you who didn’t grow up in the suburbs in the mid 90’s, Pete & Pete was essentiually a very understated sitcom aimed at 12 year olds with a warped sense of humor. Needless to say, it was a hit when it originally aired on Nickelodeon from 1993 to 1996 but has since garnered huge cult appeal since it’s cancellation, thanks in large part to its lacsidasical storytelling, unforgettable characters, and iconic guest-stars (including Iggy Pop, Blondie’s Debbie Harry, and original Batman Adam West). The cast reunited this past weekend for the first time in fifteen years. Want to see what Big Pete and Little Pete look like these days?  

The event took place at the Los Angeles cinematic institution known as Cinefamily (full disclosure: I totally used to work there back in the day, making popcorn for the likes of Quentin Tarantino). Take a look at them then and now. Big Pete looks the same! Artie The Strongest Man In The World totally looks like a graphic designer in real life! You can view the original story on the LA Weekly blog, or take a look at the Q+A session for yourself – part 1 is here and part 2 is here – over on StickAm. 

Seriously, It’s All About Don Hill’s

A very famous man, who no one can remember, once said “There are no words!” I never met him, or him me, unless we did meet and I just can’t remember a word of what was said. Anyway, for arguments sake, I’m going to ignore what he did say, didn’t say, or I can’t remember him saying, and say it: Don Hill’s leaves me speechless. We all know that can’t happen, so I’ll just continue. Don Hill’s is beyond-words-great. There, I said it.

They really killed this week, and I don’t even know what happened yesterday, ‘cause I was too tired to go go go. Thursday opened with Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, and a tone was set. I immediately started spewing out accolades faster than a Jersey Shore Bimbette gets rid of her hotdogs, tacos, and vodka after a night out. Don Hill’s is a purge of all that wasn’t, because nobody had the balls or the talent to do it. Twenty minutes into the place, I knew it was real. I knew about Friday, but couldn’t tell you without the wrath of Khan (Nur) and Paul Sevigny. Iggy showed up, and the scene knew it. It was Woodstock on Spring Street, as everybody wanted in. My entourage of Q-Tip, Mercer/Standard door god Richard Alverez, and my lovely didn’t get there in time. I was lucky to slip in with Erik Foss, and his lovely. Don Hill’s isn’t actually a venue. It certainly can be one, if it wants to, but the scene it attracts goes well beyond waiting for the show, seeing the show, leaving after the show. Slick DJs like the Misshapes and DJ Rock 1 keep the cocktail conversation lively, and it’s a to-be-seen scene. The beautiful, the artsy, the credible mix with the famous, and it’s more fun than anything in recent memory. It’s been a whirlwind, so if my celeb sightings were actually on another night, please forgive me. I’ll just mention the ones I brushed into: Andre Balazs, Adrian Grenier, and Selma Blair, who introduced herself so sweetly: “Hi, I’m Selma.” She was hugging and jumping up and down with Village People Cowboy Randy Jones, who she met when she was an 8 year old backstage in Chicago. Randy didn’t remember, but thought it was so fabulous that she did. Mary-Kate Olson, Chloe Sevigny, I think with Natasha Lyonne, Perry Ferrell, Jon Varvatos, and Terry Richardson. Patrick and Liam McMullan snapping shots. It was a 2-McMullan affair. I heard Britney was there, and Gwen Stefani, but I didn’t see them. It was marvelous mayhem, so maybe, but I’m not a gossip columnist, and all that.

Iggy hit the stage hard looking like a Viking Iguana, or one of those Time Machine Morlocks. He was older than when I last saw him. Well, I guess everyone is. He was still naked from the waste up. I never saw him with a shirt on. Probably owns two. He was blonde, tan, and ripped—in great shape for a man his age. He assaulted the crowd, pouncing, prancing, dancing, threateningly physical. A mad dashboard troll, with demonic bulging eyes (no wisecracks please). His face contorted into 15 emotions in 30 seconds. He points to people in the crowd, begs them to join him onstage, and we all surged to touch him. Iggy is very touchable. You know what he played. He played his songs. “I Wanna Be Your Dog” was great. It was amazing, and the next day the 300 people who experienced it will be joined by a thousand more, who said they were there. By next week, it will be 5,000. The crowd stayed after, as they know it’s a club, and you don’t leave clubs after the act. I returned Saturday night for Courtney Love. I’ve been seeing her around, being her fabulous self. I had never seen her perform live. She was brilliant. “Sympathy for the Devil” won me over, and then she shocked me senseless. Her cover of Gaga’s “Bad Romance” was super sweet, even though she apologized for hitting us with it. She closed the show with, “Thirteen,” this time without the band, save for an acoustic guitarist. It was as jaw droppingly gorgeous as the shoes and couture she featured. I’m a fan. I buy into Courtney. I think she just gets a bad rap, overly persecuted for the bad things she has done, the bad breaks, the bad hair days. I’m sure she can be problematical but aren’t we all? Nobody is perfect, but she was Saturday night. I thought I saw art legend Jeff Koons saunter by, and was told it actually was him.

I went back on Sunday for Crystal Castles. The streets were dead, like any given Sunday, but Don Hills had its following. It was jammed again. Nur promised me a bed in a back room, or a busboy job, as I’m there so often. I think I’m going to need one. Crystal Castles hit the stage in a tornado of sound. Alice Glass was a strobe light of frenzy, it was a dancier, younger, more hipster group for this night. My iTunes says it’s electronic and they are surely right. The crowd was dancing and bumping as they played their anthems. I was just hoping Alice wasn’t going to hurt herself as she plunged and jumped and climbed around.

Last night it was Michael H. and Andy Hilfiger, and I was told ZZ Top was trying to make it. I don’t know what happened. Read about it someplace else. I may say yes to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs tonight after the Lavo opening.

Don Hill’s has arrived for a scene so ready for it. Somebody wrote in that maybe it was too soon to proclaim greatness. I say it’s about time. It’s not about the acts. It isn’t great because the acts play the room, it’s great SO the acts play the room. Each night was different. The crowd’s nuanced, appropriate for the happening. Rock and Roll has many layers, many scenes, many gurus. Don Hill’s will have it all. It’s all about the pursuit of happiness for a crowd that hasn’t had a joint to hang in for more than a minute. It’s DJs and vibe vibe vibe. I walk in, and the vibe hits me like a pie in the face. Bang! I’m having fun, I am surrounded by people who are into art and fashion and pushing the envelope. Sure there are the familiar starlets, debutantes, and models. Sure there are the trust funders looking for meanings and tangible distractions. Those people are everywhere, and so the fuck what? The snarkers have nothing to say. Don Hill’s is providing it. Don Hill’s is answering the call of the wild, the bored to death, as well as the enlightened. It is a 100-watt lightbulb in the darkness. It is the hub. It is the answer. It’s the best joint in town. Am I being too subtle or do you get what I’m saying?

Links: Nic Cage Gets the Joke; Iggy Pop Hits the Floor

● A new and illuminating Nic Cage interview indicates what Bad Lieutenant hinted at — the man is a genius: “You don’t karate chop Leelee Sobieski in the throat and not know how absurd that is.” [Ain’t It Cool] ● But what does Hitler think of Sandra Bullock’s husband Jesse James getting with a Nazi on the side? Funny you should ask… [Vulture] ● Jay-Z stars in a 15 minute Absolut vodka commercial parading as “art” or a documentary, but don’t let the black and white fool you: this is about getting drunk. [OnSmash]

● Iggy Pop has retired from crowd surfing after the audience at New York’s Carnegie Hall cleared the way and let him fall. Maybe, you know, it’s time to hang it up? [NME] ● If you couldn’t make it to SXSW, the internet can tell you which bands were most buzzed about according to social media metrics. [Mashable] ● Edith Zimmerman’s recurring series, “Letters to the Editors of Women’s Magazines,” is all the absurdist humor you’ll ever need. [The Awl]

The Black List: Iggy Pop

A jazzy, French auteur-inspired record named Preliminaires from the Godfather of Punk? Don’t worry, stooges, Iggy Pop hasn’t settled down just yet. Here, the Rock Iguana revisits his lust for strife while getting a few things off his (shirtless) chest. Presenting 10 things Iggy Pop hates:

1. Whatever’s in front of me. 2. Whatever’s behind me. 3. Whatever’s planned. 4. Whatever you say. 5. Whatever you think. 6. Whatever the reason is. 7. Whatever your friends think. 8. You … 9. … And your brat. 10. I’m hungry — can I go now?

Photo by Xavier Alexander.