In 1967, when The Doors released their first LP, a young ex-drummer named James Osterberg formed the Psychedelic Stooges to voice the primal urges of grungy, downwardly mobile, mid-western white kids. If Jim Morrison was the Lizard King, then Jimmy Osterberg was the Iguana Stooge — a leather-skinned, cynical, self-invented “loser” neither duped nor encouraged by the hippie era’s overly optimistic mysticism. Calling himself first Iggy Stooge, then ultimately Iggy Pop, Osterberg made raw, angry, libidinous rock and roll. Continue reading “Iggy Pop”