LETTERS
Dear Creem: The review of the Stooges’ album in your last issue was insulting to the intelligence of even your most small-minded readers. To make excuses like “this may be the guitar style of the future” for a group which is instrumentally deficient is inexcusable.
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LETTERS
Dear Creem:
The review of the Stooges’ album in your last issue was insulting to the intelligence of even your most small-minded readers. To make excuses like “this may be the guitar style of the future” for a group which is instrumentally deficient is inexcusable.
To say that Iggy is cast in the mold of Jim Morrison or Mick Jagger is ridiculous. He’s not even cute. His nauseating contortion, the result of what perverted amount of drug use one can only imagine, can only appeal to juvenile or really deep-down sick minds.
The Stooges don’t play music, they are just involved in playing games the rest of us outgrew years ago. Yes, some of us have matured and become more sophisticated than the “horny American youth whose fantasies he summarizes.” It’s not the purpose of the Stooges to allow the audience to vent their frustrations upon them; those who come to hear music, not see a comedy revue, can only be frustrated by the groups suggestive routine. Suggestive of not only
mental imbalance but of being coy and cute.
The Stooges can’t “throw in a blues” because they have never managed to reach, individually or as a group (“not just people banded together to jam but a group”), the level of musical complexity necessary to play even the simplest, most derivative 12-bar blues.
We Will Fall is boring and pretentious but no more so than the rest of the album. Many of us would rather not hear the Stooges and we don’t need to get any crazier to figure that out.
Fhonda Peters
Dear Creem,
On an extremely warm weekend in the Motor city in the month of May Chuck Berry, Slim Harpo and Lightin’ Slim were together for the first time in seven years.
Mr. Berry was his usual self, scoping out the chicks and he looked to me to be in an unhappy state of being.
Mr. Harpo and Lightin’ (Slim preceded Berry and gave one hell of a performance of the Blues...to put it bluntly. Harpo can play the harmonica like no body’s business. Lightin’ Slim played lead on four numbers and for being in his respectful sixties he can play guitar like May’s can catch a pop fly.
Friday, after his first set, Harpo, Lightin’ and his band and I went over to the Excange Bar to score some ice water (the Grande’s been in force three years almost and no drinking fountains). Mr. Harpo said out loud, “You know, Joe, 1 really like to talk with the Local people about anything, that’s what I really dig.”
Slim Harpo, a man I respect for his person and his music also.
Joe Lisull
