Iggy Pop and the Stooges sit down to talk with the New York Times.

A phone call at 5 a.m. this morn­ing total­ly freaked me out. It was a wrong number.

While you’re here, be sure to check out my review of Shin­ing’s “Win­ter­reise” which fea­tures an inter­view with Shin­ing’s auteur, Jørgen Munke­by. By the way, I did­n’t get chance to talk about “Moon­child Mindgames,” but if you ask me it’s Serge Gains­bourg’s “La Javanese,” played with a know­ing wink.

An unpub­lished ques­tion from the inter­view, after the jump:

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Regret­tably, you can add Brook­lyn punks Matt and Kim to the list. I wish upcoming.org could not only remind me of shows, but take me to them and drop me off after­ward. No hard feel­ings — it’s real­ly SEP­TA’s fault.

[I love “Yea Yeah” so much because it’s a total “Dot Dash” ripoff trib­ute. Care­ful though — Wire pret­ty much copy­right­ed punk. Just ask Jus­tine Frischmann.]

Not that I’ll ever post any­thing there again, but I’ve reclaimed the old Black­mail Is My Life space from weirdo fake tech spam blog­gers who prob­a­bly would­n’t know a Fukasaku movie from When Har­ry met Sal­ly.

The East Vil­lage seemed dead Tues­day. 2nd Ave strikes me as New York’s answer to South Street in cer­tain respects. One the one hand you’ve got places like Lit, on the oth­er you’ve got strip mall reg­u­lars like Cold Stone Cream­ery. I had­n’t been up for a vis­it since last sum­mer, but since then so much has changed: Cedar Tav­ern closed last Decem­ber, TLA closed in Jan­u­ary, yet some­how Maryan­ne’s returned? New York is an ever-chang­ing city, but right now some­thing’s just not right.

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