I'm not sure if many thought that Iggy Pop would make it to sixty. I mean, back in Detroit, when he'd be up onstage with the Stooges, crawling around on broken glass, it would not have been bizzare for many in the audience to think that Iggy was not long for this world. Well, he's never really gone away. He's rocked all these years, he's been on stage and screen - see Jim Jarmusch's "Dead Man," or "Coffee & Cigarettes," or John Waters' "Cry Baby," to appreciate Mr. Pop's on- screen charisma. Iggy's back with a re-constituted Stooges (the great Mike Watt from the Minutemen is now on bass) and reports are Iggy's really lost none of the original, raw power, rock and roll fire that he first unleashed all those many years ago. He practices Tai Chi and sips fine wine nowadays, and he is still dedicated to finding the inner "stupidity" of the 3 minute rock and roll song. Long live Iggy Pop!