Not the most original of headlines, I admit, but I’ve recently been shown further proof. Want to see?
I don’t think you should, you know. Really, it’s not a good idea.
Oh, ok then, you young rock and roll rebels. Here it is;
You think I’m selling time? I’m not, I’m selling my dignity.
Yes, that’s right, Iggy Pop, the leather-skinned elastic monster of rock and roll abandon, Mr Lust for Life himself, has whored himself out on a car insurance ad. What kind of world are we in where this is allowed? I mean, really. Surely they can’t be paying him that much money, can they?
The whole sorry thing continues- here’s the more recent ad, wherein a stupid gyrating puppet controlled by unseen forces drives a car about and sells insurance whilst a slightly more stupid gyrating puppet hams it up in the passenger seat next to him; it’s called Iggy and ‘Little Iggy’.
Little Iggy? LITTLE FUCKING IGGY? Time was when someone mentioned Iggy Pop and ‘Little Iggy’ being seen together it would mean he was driving around Los Angeles, high on crack with his cock out. THAT’s the only ‘little Iggy’ I want to see, in a purely heterosexual rock and roller way, of course.
The whole thing is just one of those moments that life throws up from time to time to make us all feel like we’re getting old. Well I never, Iggy Pop doing Car Insurance, who’d have thought it. I remember back in the day he was challenging people to do a shit on stage and eating it, now, well, he’s just lost that edge, hasn’t he?
I guess it’s inevitable, though- eventually, you need to put some money by, you need to compromise to pay the bills, to sell out. They’ve all done it- John Lydon’s got his property portfolio, Moby his vegan Cafe, and Pink Floyd have a neon pink diamond mine on the Moon. There’s nothing intrinsically wrong about people cashing in on their fame as their careers start to wind down. Still, there’s selling out and selling out. The thing that really bugs me about this is that Swiftcover don’t cover musicians.
That’s right, kids, advertising is a lie! Shocking, I know. Apart from the fact that no insurance company in their right mind would offer Iggy Pop any kind of insurance whatsoever, Swiftcover wouldn’t offer insurance to Sir Cliff. Musicians are a high-risk category, see.
Bunch of arse. Next time Iggy Pop does an ad, I want it to be for something appropriate and connected to his life, like the pharmaceuticals testing industry, not this Swiftcover Car insurance bollocks.
Car insurance. Bunch of Old arse.
And they didn’t even get a play of ‘Passenger’ in either. Twats.
