Whine, whine, whine. "I got to see him here." "Oooh, I wish I was there." That's why I stay in Detroit. Despite its present day music mundaneness, I got to experience so much when Detroit was still Rock City. First, if you Igster fans ever blow through town, be sure to hit Lili's in Hamtramck (just 1/2 block away from my place). They have a virtual shrine to Iggy, where he is worshipped like a prophet. Occasionally when he's in town, he'll stop by to take Lili out to dinner. Wild as he is, he's one hell of a nice guy. And I got to see him play at the place with a local band attempting to do "I Wanna Be Your Dog" to about 50 people. Second, I got to see Pretenders circa 1981 and The Clash circa 1980 at a great place for punk rock in Detroit: The Motor City Roller Rink. Mention that venue to any alternative music aficianado over 35 whom grew up in thistown, and a tear is libel to be shed. Some absolutely fantastic bands played there. Note to Paul Ameritwang: Just drove by the Latin Quarter (note to readers: we both saw Red Hot Chili Peppers and Young Fresh Fellows there), and it looks like it's being gutted or torn down slowly. Mitch Matthews Gravel Train/Sunken Road np: Treorchy Male Choir "March of the Men of Harlech"
