I knew I would be back in the sawmill the next morning. Happy as fuck to have a job. Just like you motherfuckers.
Then, to my great surprise, Iggy Pop's unmistakeable voice reached my ears all the fucking way from Miami. Turns out he hangs his hat there. Just about as far from Detroit Rock City as you can get.
It was The Master, Iggy, and his Grateful Student, Bourdain. A few minutes of magic you rarely see on television any more.
Look for the the Miami episode of Bourdain's show. Savour the whole hour and enjoy every second of Iggy near the show's conclusion.
God Save Iggy. God Save Rock 'n' Fucking Roll.