
Around the time I turned 18 or 19 years old, I bought The Stooges self-titled debut album. I thought it was pretty damn good, enough to get me interested in more of their work, but I didn't really see what all the fawning was about. Then I purchased Funhouse , and well...that was all she wrote. I was blown away, and became one of the legion of many proclaiming their greatness to anyone who would listen (and even more who wouldn't). You can pretty much retrace these exact steps through my listening experiences with [...]