I love the guy for who he is, not so much for the music (although I’m already preparing to hear some lengthy discourse on how the Stooges were the basis for all punk that came afterwords, etc.) but this concert rider, courtesy of The Smoking Gun, is worth the read. If this guy surrounds himself with roadies who write stuff this funny, I can only imagine what a tour with the guy must be like.

“As for smoke, if you could save it for sending messages to indigenous North American tribespeople, I, Big Chief Fucks-Around-With-Drums, would be um heap grateful.”

Rock & Roll may not be dead after all.