I’ll be the first to admit that this may be a new all-time low for Dangerous Minds. So sue me.

GG’s tormented soul lives on in the parallel world of the Internet to haunt the likes of Simon Cowell.

On a side note: I was at Allin’s last gig at The Gas Station on Manhattan’s Lower East Side in 1993. It was truly total pandemonium. My girlfriend and I were among the hundred or so people who followed GG, who was wearing only a gloppy veneer of shit, as he scurried down Avenue B. It was without question the punkest thing I’d ever seen and perhaps the saddest.

Love him or loathe him, the guy did manage to walk it like he squawked it.
 

 
While Steven Tyler’s heart palpitates like a little bird in his chest and Jennifer Lopez does her best to keep her lunch down, Iggy Pop is the definition of self-parody as he lip syncs and flexes his stretch marks on American Idol.

Punk may not be dead but its varicose veins are showing.

Iggy, I still love you but I’m done defending you.
 

 
Thanks, I think, to Jack Sonni.

 
While I never came down with Idol fever (I do, though, still dream of being a contestant—c’mon, Simon, that was, like, Sex Beat?), my hat’s off to the incredibly brave people who, in sheer defiance of Muslim law, try out for and compete in Afghan Star.  After watching the below trailer for the upcoming documentary on the show, I’m not sure what, if anything, the final prize amounts to.  I’m not sure it matters.  After 30 years of the Taliban—and despite numerous death threats—these kids simply want to sing.

 
From Reuters: New US Deaths Make 2009 Afghan War’s Deadliest