We’ve all been there. You’re a 56-year-old punk pioneer harbouring fears of losing his edge. Your upcoming album, Skull Ring, boasts an admittedly bad ass title, yet something isn’t quite right. Although in 2003 the name Iggy Pop might still resonate with those eggheads down at Amoeba Records, the real question is whether the kids are coming along for the ride. Later, while shopping with your son at a Hot Topic in Ann Arbor, Michigan’s Briarwood Mall, the answer suddenly hits you.