It was really this song that convinced me of the greatness of The Stooges. Not I Wanna Be Your Dog, not Gimme Danger. It’s just pure grimey, slimey, smokey, ashed out, liquor soaked cool. that wah-wah guitar is sick. The bass, too. And then you’ve Iggy, who’s practically (and probably was) down on his knees with the mic. It’s a steamy and desperate, almost ~almost~ tender performance that’s soaked in sex. i been hurt / and i dont care / cause i’m / burnin / inside / just dreamin / this life
this is my favorite place to eat in the entire city - the jewel of Sheepshead Bay (which is also my favorite neighborhood in NYC). the interior makes me feel like i'm in an 80s teen movie and the roast beef n cheez is a fast food sandwich experience beyond comparison.
there's been a lot of talk about Patrick Star AI covers recently... i am going on the record to say that I am a scholar of this phenomenon and this is the best one not even close
