In 1991 I was attending community college in a small school located in a small town that was known for a different bigger college. I was ripe with punk rock ideologies and Raymond Pettibone illustrations. I was studying art and at the time I figured I would get into political cartooning, I loved drawing shocking illustrations of political leaders in compromising situation. I quickly realized anger did not equate wit and would a couple years layer admit I had no future in that field. I had made art buddies with a like minded local who was also attending the school. We would gleefully render George Bush's head morphing into a penis, or a lovingly crafted image of Senator Jesse Helms submerged in urine. We would often spread out paper on his floor and have what we would call "jams" and just drift from sheet to sheet adding to the other persons sketches.
I had just discovered #thejesuslizard through the vocalists appearance on the first Pigface album. This album "goat" (the band's second) had just come out and I brought it with me to my co-conspirator's house. He was just as blown away as I was with it, it was like the disc possessed him. He stood up from one of the large half filled sheets and stood in the middle of the room and headbanged and stomped on our art to the entire "then comes dudley" song. It was awesome to witness someone else's cathartic release and not just my own sweaty bedroom air bands. He destroyed every fucking drawing on the floor. It was glorious.
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