Musical 'Weirdness' reunited

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They quit Detroit for the Sun Belt.

And they've got a page on -- gasp -- MySpace.com

Other than that, not much has changed in the 30-plus years since punk godfathers the Stooges flamed out, weary from drugs and an unfriendly listening public that would swoon for more sanitary bands like the Eagles.

"We're still pretty much a naked kind of band," says drummer Scott Asheton in a phone interview shortly before the reunited Stooges left for a quick trek through France and Switzerland. (They kick off their U.S. tour next month.)

Iconic frontman Iggy Pop now lives in Miami, where Mr. Asheton and guitarist brother Ron Asheton cut rough demos of about 35 new original songs. Mr. Pop whittled the batch down to 17 tracks, which the core trio recorded with bassist (and Stooges fanatic) Mike Watt at alt-rock producer Steve Albini's studio in Chicago.

The result was "The Weirdness," the first Stooges album since 1973's "Raw Power." (Or since 1970's "Fun House," to be persnickety about original personnel: Ron Asheton, shunted over to bass, was replaced by guitarist James Williamson for the David Bowie-produced "Raw Power.")

"Everything felt good when we got back together. It felt like being home," says Scott Asheton, who lives part time in Florida with his daughter until the Michigan winter relents.

Mr. Asheton is 57; his brother, 58. Mr. Pop will turn 60 in April. Questions of age dog every middle-aged rock band. Yet the Stooges are, shall we say, sui generis. Everything about them -- their explosively primitive sound, their anarchic behavior -- seems tethered to the past. Mr. Pop, who lacerated himself onstage with broken glass, was the original shock rocker, prefiguring the far less talented Marilyn Mason.

The "punk" genre, for which bands like the Stooges, MC5 and the New York Dolls were laying the sonic groundwork, had yet to crystallize in the early '70s. It was commercial poison even then. So what could it mean in 2007?

"I've thought about it before myself -- the age thing," says Mr. Asheton, who spent part of his childhood in College Park. "But when I'm up there playing, I could be 27. I could be 18. It's a weird thing."