twenty-seven years and one million words
Take a day that starts with a migraine, then add some grief from a car dealership, an auditor, and a failed hard drive. Then add a whiny two year old in the middle of the night. Perfection!
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