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From AP:

DETROIT (AP) — Ron Asheton, the guitarist for the Stooges whose raw sound helped inspire the first generation of punk musicians, has died. He was 60.

Asheton was found at his Ann Arbor home early Tuesday morning by police officers after they were called by an associate who had not heard from him in several days, said city police Sgt. Brad Hill.

There were no signs of foul play, and the death appeared to be of natural causes, Hill said.

Asheton was a founding member of the Stooges, the influential protopunk band formed in Ann Arbor in 1967, along with his brother, Scott.

Lead singer Iggy Pop called Asheton “my best friend” in a statement Tuesday, and the band expressed shock at his death.

And for the benefit of people like Video Matt: no, this has nothing to do with the Three Stooges.

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    No Tolerance


    Girl-O-Rama! Hurray!: Well, apparently I can’t drink alcohol anymore — at least not in the vast quantities I used to imbibe. For the last couple of months or so, I have been cutting way back on my consumption. That being said, on Saturday night the girlie show was in town and I decided it would be a good night to go ahead and tie one on. That decision turned out to be erroneous. As of this writing it is Tuesday morning, and I am still not 100 percent.
    The evening was pure entertainment. 2 Drink and I rolled into Nick’s around 10:30 and caught the last song-and-a-half of the Baghdad Batteries set. Is it just me or are shows starting a helluva lot earlier than they ever used to? The Shankers did what they do so well, and in between the bands and afterward, wonderfully glamorous women performed classic burlesque numbers. There was nothing wrong with the evening that a couple of purposefully placed, brightly sequined tassels spinning in opposite directions couldn’t take care of.
    Anyway — after getting my fill of ear and eye candy, I just didn’t want the evening to end and so I followed a small entourage across the street to a lively after party. In retrospect, I would have been better off just going home. I recall talking to some very nice people, but I don’t remember a word of what was said. I recall meeting several very nice dogs as well. I recall drinking at least a couple of beers, but I don’t recall how I got home. It isn’t more than four blocks to my house so I am assuming I walked but you never know.

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