The day I discovered Iggy & The Stooges: As a high school stoner/misfit in the early/mid 70s, I would often ditch class and read magazines in the school library, which for whatever reason stocked rock 'n' roll magazines back then. Flipping through Creem, I stumbled across an article by the then-defunct Stooges: a group of folks clearly as deeply disenfranchised as I. Just as I read a quote from Iggy relating how he felt like a young alien in the suburbs, discontent with his personal status quo in a word of squares, I glanced up to notice a group of preppie type teens, boys and girls, kind of derisively pointing and laughing at me in the corner, stoned, reading my beloved Creem. As they sneered and made rude comments, I glanced back and forth between words and images of The Stooges in the pages of Creem Magazine and the group of totally sanitary Stepford teens having a laugh at the misfit kid. The path I would take in my own life became crystal clear at that moment: rock rules and fuck the squares - forever.