The Stooges

Okay, this is unrelated to everything I've written, but I went to see the Stooges at the 9:30 Club in DC about an hour ago and it blew my fucking mind. Half of Led Zeppelin is dead, half of the Beatles are dead, but the Stooges are in tact (pretty much). Iggy Pop was born to be a fucking rock star and I don't think I've ever seen anyone live up to anything as much as he did. Prowling the stage like a fucking rockstar predator. Unbelievable. Played pretty much all the best shit (almost all of Funhouse, I Wanna be Your Dog - twice, in fact). The only disappointing thing was that they didn't play a thing from Raw Power. I really, really, really wanted to hear You're Pretty Face is Going to Hell and Search and Destroy. But still, it's like complaining about sex, it never sucks, and this was like a night with, well, whoever the greatest lover ever is. A few quotes:

"Happy to be here. Happy to be fucking anywhere."
"We see you, and we fuckin' know who you are."
"Turn those cheesy lights down, asshole!"
Iggy Pop is a god.

Home, by any means necessary

Ok, so I didn't keep up with my travel journal as well this time around. That is probably because the best souvenir that I brought back with me is a pickled liver. We certainly did our best to experience the nightlife (or should I say publife) of Zurich. Once again, fantastic all around trip, and this time with many new friends. I've now got an English Premier League team to follow (Tottenham Hotspur) thanks to the Stevens brothers, so maybe I'll write about that. Who knows. The travel nightmare that was my trip home, notwithstanding, I think everything went off without a hitch. I can now say that I visited all three major international airports in New York City in one evening. Supposed to fly into JFK, we were diverted to Newark. They actually went through the trouble to fuel up and take off and fly to an airport that is literally less than 20 miles away. Of course, missed the last flight to DC, slept on the cold floor of a JFK airport terminal, found out I was rebooked onto a flight leaving La Guardia, took a cab, and then ran into a ridiculous mass of people. I thought I was trying to get on a plane leaving Mumbai, trying to smuggle livestock onboard. Civilization has decayed, people, and that is no more evident than at the check-in counters at La Guardia airport. Anyway, finally got back this morning and made it to work. I made my lady a promise, that I was 100% certain that something of mine would get left behind in her apartment. Lo and behold, I left my camera cord there, so that's why there's no pictures. Working on finding a spare. So that's that, another trip to Zurich successfully in the books, with plenty more to come. Perhaps a return this summer (if no trip to Malta), but for certain, a trip back in summer 2008 for EuroCup 2008, hosted by Switzerland.