"I was making love to Nico a lot. All day pretty much. Nico was really something special. I dug her a lot. I couldn’t 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 – 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’s parts; that was the only difference, otherwise it was like hanging out with a tough-minded, egotistical, artiste kinda guy. She’d be very opinionated about my work, and this, that, and the other thing – then all of a sudden that veneer would fall off and she would show tremendous vulnerability. And then I would see her: Here’s someone over thirty, not a model anymore, not a commercial entity of any kind in the big business called America, and what the (f)uck is she gonna do? Nico had a great sadness about her. You know, she had all the accoutrements of a really groovy international gal – the right boots, the right sheepskin coat, the right hair, and she knew people on the right level, and yet she was (f)ucked-up – she had a twist to her. She was a great, great artist. It was just a real kick to be around her. I’m 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, “WHOAAAA!” Then she came with me to Ann Arbor and lived in the band house with me." ▼
Iggy Pop
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