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– I was making love to Nico a lot. All day pretty much. Nico was really something special. I dug her a lot. I couldn\u2019t fall in love with anybody, but I was really thrilled and excited to be around her. She was older and she was from somewhere else. I really liked that \u2013 her accent was from somewhere else, everything about her was from somewhere else. Also, she was extremely strong. It was like hanging out with a guy except she had girl\u2019s parts; that was the only difference, otherwise it was like hanging out with a tough-minded, egotistical, artiste kinda guy. She\u2019d be very opinionated about my work, and this, that, and the other thing \u2013 then all of a sudden that veneer would fall off and she would show tremendous vulnerability.<\/strong><\/p>\n

– And then I would see her: Here\u2019s someone over thirty, not a model anymore, not a commercial entity of any kind in the big business called America, and what the fuck is she gonna do? Nico had a great sadness about her. You know, she had all the accoutrements of a really groovy international gal \u2013 the right boots, the right sheepskin coat, the right hair, and she knew people on the right level, and yet she was fucked-up \u2013 she had a twist to her. She was a great, great artist. It was just a real kick to be around her. I\u2019m absolutely convinced that some day, when people have ears to hear her, in the same way that people have eyes to see a van Gogh now, that people are just gonna go, \u201cWHOAAAA!\u201d Then she came with me to Ann Arbor and lived in the band house with me.<\/strong><\/p>\n

– The Stooges didn\u2019t want any girls in the house, especially one who had a very deep voice. They would imitate how she talked. Nico would try to cook for us, but she would cook a pot of brown rice and pour half a container of Tabasco sauce in it. She had an ear infection and she felt the Tabasco would clear her ear out. And Nico liked to drink. She got me into that, too, and while she was living with us my shows started getting really, really bad. Because Nico was a bad seed. You know, she was not like the girl next door.<\/strong><\/p>\n

– Nico used to say to me, \u201cZhimmy, oh Zhimmy, you must be totally poisoned to do what you do. You are only mostly poisoned, you must be totally poisoned.\u201d She meant I had too much humanity. Then she\u2019d feed me red wines with French names I never heard of. That\u2019s how I learned all that bullshit; that\u2019s how I learned how to modulate my voice\u2026wear light blue suits and speak to record company executives.<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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– I was making love to Nico a lot. All day pretty much. Nico was really something special. I dug her a lot. I couldn\u2019t fall in love with anybody, but I was really thrilled and excited to be around her. She was older and she was from somewhere else. I really liked that \u2013 … L\u00e6s videre Iggy om Nico<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n