twenty-eight years and a million words
Children, so many uses. Today's was to ask my son if my sweater still smelled wearable. He reported that it was only a little stinky.
For a long time I was very bitter that the people who controlled the means of anybody ever hearing my songs were never gonna play them. They only favored music that I specifically and particularly hated, and I wanted them dead. Suddenly, there was another avenue. I started hearing my stuff coming out of bars and then it started to happen little by little -- a movie song here or a TV ad there.
—Iggy Pop