Gimme Danger Page #4

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when they had to go out

and play for white people.

And, uh, and it was a thrill

for me and I learned a lot.

[music continues]

It was more relaxed.

They knew how to have a good time.

And the music

was... very definite.

I saw a little glimpse

of a deeper life of people

who in their adulthood

had not lost their childhood.

[music continues]

I smoked a big joint

one day by the river

and realized that I was not black.

I thought I would like to do

for our generation

what the good black players

that I loved were doing for theirs.

[music continues]

Eventually, I just got tired of looking

at somebody's butt all the time.

[chuckling]

That's your-that's,

that's your curse.

The best butt I ever played

the two best butts I ever played behind

were Abdul Fakir,

in "The Four Tops."

He was the Four Top that would unify

the other in their,

in their dance steps.

He was, he was like

a ba-large bird.

And the other one was Mary Weiss

from "The Shangri-Las."

Wonderful body and face.

Delicious, creamy, female dream thing.

He don't hang around

With the gang no more

I realized drumming

wasn't what I wanted to do

so I decided to go back to Ann Arbor

but I needed a ride home.

So I called Ron

and somehow Scott Richardson had a car

and, uh, I did talk Ron

into working with me.

'Cause I know that he did it for me

Can't you see And I can see

It's still in the streets

His heart is out in the street

[instrumental music]

Ron Asheton was a musician.

He was one of the few people

that had longer hair than me.

He was playing bass

occasionally with a band

called "The Chosen Few"

and I really like his style on bass.

I met his brother, Scott, later

when I was working at Discount Records.

Across the street, there was a drugstore

called Marshall's.

And Scott and a couple of guys

hung out inside this drugstore

doing nothing.

One young tough and his friends.

Now Scott looked like Elvis.

Good-looking, athletic-looking

indirect, uncommunicative kid.

Scott left school after the ninth grade.

I think he would put it

to somebody and that was that.

He immediately began pestering me

for about a year to teach him

something on the drums.

I would ask you

do you double stroke on your triplets?

Mm-hmm.

You know, I would think up

things to ask you...

- Oh, I see.. Get it going.

- Just, just to talk to you.

(Iggy) So I taught him,

like, four or five beats.

Mostly, uh, Stax, Volt

and Bo Diddley stuff.

(Scott) My name is Scotty Asheton.

I go to Garfield School.

I'm eight and a half years old.

(Ron)

Hmm! My name is Ronny Asheton.

I'm nine years old.

My.. I go to Garfield school.

(Iggy) They lost their dad when,

uh, I-I think Ron was 14.

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