twenty-seven years and one million words
I've had a fairly strong bug this weekend. I missed a get-together with some friends on Saturday and wasn't in much better shape today - I was in bed for about six hours through the middle of the day.
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