I didn’t know it at the time, but I was at the beginning of a nervous breakdown in 2003. Maybe a week or so after a pretty bad breakup, I had tickets for the Stooges show at Jones Beach. What most people didn’t know at the time or perhaps since is that, as much as I loved the band and had been looking forward to seeing them since I was 15, I was nearly too depressed to leave my house and see The Stooges. Yes, I actually typed that sentence. I almost didn’t go. It took everything in me to push myself out the door, and I didn’t manage to shake it off for the day until I actually pulled into the parking lot at Jones Beach. As fate would have it, that was the only time I ever got to see Ron and Scott Asheton, Steve MacKay and Iggy Pop play on the same stage in person. It was amazing in ways I still can’t put into words, and I am so very fortunate that I had that one opportunity. It may not seem like much to people who don’t truly know what’s up, but getting the chance to see Scott Asheton play drums with The Stooges is one of the single best arguments I’ve got in this world for fighting the living hell out of your demons. May you all be as successful (even if it’s barely successful, as I was on that day), and may your reward be as great as a Stooges show, if that’s at all possible.
Condolences to all of his loved ones the world over, from his family and friends, to Iggy, Steve, James, Mike, Toby, BP, Aaron and everyone else he played with, to all the fans, every crazy fucking one of us, who heard The Stooges and had our lives changed by it.