There are indeed two Americas: One America, in which Iggy Pop can stage dive, safe in the knowledge that the audience will catch him;
Then there's that other America.
A recent Carnegie Hall audience apparently believed the geriatric punk legend capable of flight and so parted to watch him take wing at a March 1st Tibet House Benefit …
Rather than rise to the rafters, he fell to the floor, a confused audience looking on as … “nobody caught him”…
Pop said of the incident, “When I landed it hurt and I made a mental note that Carnegie Hall would be a good place for my last stage dive. The audience were just like, ‘What are you doing?’”
Now some will say that Iggy Pop, as an old man whose glory days with the Stooges are long past, had no business at Carnegie Hall, much less stage-diving at Carnegie Hall. I disagree. A man who began his career screaming incoherent rants like "TV Eye" and "Dirt," who cut himself with glass onstage or played shows half naked and smeared in peanut butter, belongs in Carnegie Hall as much as Otis B. Driftwood belonged at the New York Opera.
But the audience? What the hell is wrong with these people? What kind of rich idiot would go to an Iggy Pop show, either not knowing the man would dive, or knowing it and allowing him to fall anyway.
These people are dead inside.