Rolling Stone (via Pitchfork) says that James Newell Osterberg, Jr. has coaxed his one time collaborator/muse/musical foil James Williamson out of musical retirement (although he is also coming out of regular retirement, which is kinda weird). This probably won't be as exciting now that these dudes are in their sixties, and presumably not crazy from heaps of cocaine. But Williamson era Stooges live with Mike frickin' Watt? We're in.
We do not purport ourselves as Iggy Pop and or Stooges experts, but we like (love?) the music and we did read this book about him. If you haven't, maybe you should?