all stooged out

so in between scribing a review of blood of the sun's new ceedee we rock in blood for iloveftw.com, i've been alternating spins of the weirdness with the easy action heavy liquid box (which i got as part of my payment for services rendered on another project), noting how much more conventional of a band the williamson-era stooges were than the 'riginal unit, substance abuse patterns and james' penchant for gtr immolation notwithstanding (it actually makes sense now that williamson's choice for a utility muso, scott thurston, went on to work with jackson browne and tom petty), but also finding it interesting that i can listen to reams of rehearsal tapes and audience recordings by that lineup, whereas when it comes to funhouse, i just wanna hear the pristine artifact itself, unadulterated with extra shit (e.g., "bonus tracks"). maybe it's because raw power in all its various forms (bowie mix, bootlegged radio broadcast of rough mixes, iggy remix) is such a frustrating rekkid for me, and there never was a "definitive" legit release of the later material ("open up and bleed" etc.), while funhouse just feels perfect and _sufficient_ -- same reason i still prefer the 'riginal vinyl the who sell out to the remastered cd version, and would have no interest in outtakes from a love supreme or astral weeks, were such animals to exist; as i just wrote re: ron asheton's guitarissimo in a stooge review i sent the i-94 bar cat at his request, "why add to perfection?" and the new stoogerec continues to grow on me. i may have to lobby for stoogeaphilia to cover "free & freaky" as well as the other new toon we were already gonna play.