
So “staid” doesn’t adequately describe it. A local band once got banished from the place for inciting a stage invasion. Stevie Ray Vaughan? I am reliably informed that the sound can be iffy, depending on where you sit. I can’t remember the last time I was in this place for a rock and roll act. There’s no support band at the Opera House tonight. Tonight’s stand at the Sydney Opera House is one of three sideshows to Bluesfest, his presence on that festival an anomaly in an otherwise numbing procession of mainstream acts. Iggy’s back in Australia for what must be his last visit. Nobody begrudges Iggy the occasional squat at the stage lip to commune with fans or an occasional lie down.īut you try and find a more energetic and consummate rock and roll frontman and you’ll quickly find he or she doesn’t exist.

The stage-dives are gone - at least where hard-backed seats are fixed to the floor - and he’s clearly pacing himself to go the distance.Įven the on-the-spot electro-shock jumps and hip-shakes have faded.

It is true that at age 71 - a pubic hair’s breadth away from bringing up 72 - James Osterberg moves a little more gingerly these days. Stooges excepted, this was close to his high-point. The Pop has been a semi-regular tourist to Australia since 1983 and I’ve caught him on every run but one.

Iggy Pop and band put the torch to the Sydney Opera House the same night that a fire devastated Notre Dame in Paris.
