twenty-eight years and a million words
And thus ends two and a half days that I'd sooner forget. Thanks to grandma, we somehow got through the madness of "resuscitation" rooms and "just in case" spinal taps and black outs. Phrew....
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