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
