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Iggy Stooge fondles the outlines of his fertile crescent. His shiny, skin-tight leather pants reveal a bulging basket of manhood as he sits Indian-style and exhausted after a gig at the Boston Tea Party.

The other three Stooges, drummer Scott Asheton, his brother guitarist Ron and bass man Dave Alexander occupied a broken-down old love seat in a corner of the makeshift dressing room. The love seat was obviously designed for couples, and three cramped wildmen distorted its perspective so that it stood out from the rest of the rectangular room like a Van Gogh painting.

Ten Years After had just finished two encores of British blues and Alvin Lee came barnstorming into the room with an entourage of groupies (groupies in Boston are partial to British groups like Ten Years After, Joe Cocker and especially the Who) and two wheatstraw joints hanging from his luscious album-cover lips. It was obviously Ten Years After's night to get balled and the Stooges just sat in their corner of the dressing room and took in the fun and games. Ignoring the bloody contusions on his arms and chest, Iggy lights a pipeful of black hash and begins to lay down a quiet rap.

"Every Sunday afternoon when I was little, my parents used to make me go with them for rides out in the country. They told me that I should enjoy the scenery because it was so beautiful and that we didn't get the chance to break the daily routine very often. It seemed to me that they really lived for that time each week end, but for me — it was a real drag."