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What the hell is in the water over there in Detroit? I mean, hell...that damn city has more rock and roll talent coming out of it than Afganistan has bootleg movies. The only reason I know about that is because I know a few Marines that swear by the Afgani street market shop. One of my buds bragged to me about how he picked up all the seasons of Arrested Development for like, five bucks.
Anyway, James N. Osterberg used to be in a band called The Iguanas. Later, he did some time in another outfit called The Prime Movers, where a few of the guys had taken to calling him Iggy because of his last band.
Pretty soon Iggy became an early version of the shock rocker variety we all love today. Sometimes he'd smear deadly, dangerous peanut butter all over himself. Other times he'd show off his genitals or maybe cut himself up. Needless to say, this type of behavior made him popular with parents back then. My buddy over at Tingie has a tattoo of Iggy on his inner thigh. Actually he doesn't, but he should. They both really love peanut butter.
Enjoy...Raw Power!
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It's the DNA here, really (although we have more water in MI than anywhere else in the US, probably) and it is statewide. So it's not "Detroit Rock," it's Michigan Music. And no other region in the country even comes close, musically.
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