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“Don’t … don’t … don’t make me laugh. It hurts too much.”
So they were a decent bunch of guys—a nice bunch of guys to have around to blow up your local CIA recruiting office.
Don’t say that Iggy sat around and ate boogers, but he did.
And my attitude toward them was that I welcomed any support.
He would just sit there and go, “Um hum, aaah.”
So Iggy jumped up on the desk and sang “My Funny Valentine” to Clive Davis. I’m sure that Tony probably made Iggy aware that Clive would be, how shall I say, receptive to a good-looking young entertainer jumping up on his desk and singing “My Funny Valentine.”
We were extremely impressed with Marc Bolan, it was like, “Holy Jeesuz, it’s like the Beatles again!”
And Dee Dee said, “We didn’t write a positive song until ‘Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue’.”
I mean, we weren’t racists. But we were unashamedly saying, “We’re white, and we’re proud.” Like, they’re black and they’re proud. That’s fine. We were totally into that, you know? I always thought, if you’re black and you want to be hip you’re a Black Panther, and you tell whitey to go fuck off. And you carry a gun.