As he waded in, Pop told me that he’d once stayed at a Holiday Inn in Tallahassee, missing a Merle Haggard performance in the hotel bar by a day.
One shoe had been customized with a platform sole, to correct for an inch-and-a-half difference in the length of his legs, a condition he attributes to arthritis combined with an old football injury. He kicked a pair of striped Gucci slides onto the sand.
Periodically, his face will collapse into a benevolent grin. In conversation, he is nearly guileless, and he listens intently and carefully. He has retained a bit of a round, Midwestern accent from his upbringing, outside Detroit. Though he has had Lasik surgery-“In Colombia, before it was legal here”-his vision is still imperfect, a malady he chalks up to doing too much intravenous cocaine. His hair is blond, shoulder length, pin straight, and parted in the middle, and his eyes are an oceanic blue. In recent years, his midsection has relaxed a bit, but he assured me, while patting it, that it remains quite firm. He is lithe, sinewy, and deeply tanned, with a torso that, for decades, has appeared so exquisitely and minutely muscled that an onlooker might reasonably assume it was painted on. I quit smoking here.”įrom afar, Pop resembles a bronze statuette. I tried to build myself back up from twenty years in harness-New York City, the modern American record industry, gruelling economy touring. “I’d go to the beach and come home, go to the beach and come home. After he moved to Miami, he started swimming every day.
The extremity of the place-it is both environmentally tenuous and aesthetically vulgar-seems to suit Pop, who, in the late nineteen-sixties, as a member of the Stooges, helped invent and refine punk rock, a genre of music so menacing and physically savage that it is sometimes shocking that Pop has made it to the age of seventy-two. In 1995, he had bought what he described as “a very seedy condo” in Miami, and he has had a home in the city ever since.
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In late July, in a brief window between professional appointments, Iggy Pop drove to the mouth of Biscayne Bay, so that he could bob in its tropical waters. This content can also be viewed on the site it originates from.
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