Al Jourgensen Book Interview-17 minutes

[reply][reply]Based off the preview, there is surprisingly a good chunk of information on the With Sympathy and Wax Trax days.

There is…but most of it is fiction. Even when considering the source I’m somewhat grateful I was at least painted in a, let’s say, not unfavorable light but…not much in the book about that era is remotely factual.[/reply]

that’s a real shame. very misleading on his part too.[/reply]

And what strikes me as odd about that is, it’s misleading in a bad way. We weren’t destitute. We weren’t dumpster diving. We had partners who supported us. We lived in nice tidy apartments in and around Lincoln Park. And the lovely person who supported Al isn’t mentioned at all. Why pretend to be a hobo?

And what strikes me as odd about that is, it’s misleading in a bad way. We weren’t destitute. We weren’t dumpster diving. We had partners who supported us. We lived in nice tidy apartments in and around Lincoln Park. And the lovely person who supported Al isn’t mentioned at all. Why pretend to be a hobo?

I don’t think he wrote/said much from those parts. It’s probably not a coincidence that all the bands he lists as opening for are listed on this site, for instance. I’m thinking the writer guy needed to fill up a bunch of space. Not hating on him though. I couldn’t have made it more coherent.

Why pretend to be a hobo?

because it makes his rise to success all the more majestic.
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[reply]Why pretend to be a hobo?

because it makes his rise to success all the more majestic.
Late,
grmpysmrf[/reply]

It’s part of cliché rock bio 101. Live in poverty, Man! Just scraping by, Maaan! We did what we had to do, I’m tellin’ you!!! It was brutal! We lived in the crappiest run down apartment with like 12 guys in a single room and we ate friggin’ powdered milk and picked cigarette butts off the ground and man we were starving and the landlord was always trying to kick us out but we busted our ass and never gave up, Man and then . . . . our big break, mega success, drug addiction, bottoming out, recovery, redemption, comeback . . . peace with the universe, blah blah blah.

Y’all need to brush up on the basics.

[reply][reply]Why pretend to be a hobo?

because it makes his rise to success all the more majestic.
Late,
grmpysmrf[/reply]

It’s part of cliché rock bio 101. Live in poverty, Man! Just scraping by, Maaan! We did what we had to do, I’m tellin’ you!!! It was brutal! We lived in the crappiest run down apartment with like 12 guys in a single room and we ate friggin’ powdered milk and picked cigarette butts off the ground and man we were starving and the landlord was always trying to kick us out but we busted our ass and never gave up, Man and then . . . . our big break, mega success, drug addiction, bottoming out, recovery, redemption, comeback . . . peace with the universe, blah blah blah.

Y’all need to brush up on the basics.[/reply]

Yeah I’m brushing up on it by living it as we speak. Do you know that I saw a fucking roach the size of my hand in my new apartment last night?

And what did I do? I’ll be totally honest. I screamed and ran into the bathroom like a little girl. Then another, smaller, but still intimidating roach came out in the bathroom so I tiptoed back to my room and told me ex girlfriend to come over and kill roach #1.

So she came, couldn’t find it, and we had disappointing sex on my shitty air mattress which I’m starting to think has bed bugs (again). Then, as soon as she’d left, I went to get some V8 from the fridge and lo and behold there was the huge roach #1 again!

I fled in terror again to my room and now I’m back here after working all day trying to film something for a new song, and I can’t even fucking concentrate because I know that fucker is still in the apartment somewhere!

My plan is to try and get JLW to come hang out and not tell him about the roach until we’ve been hanging for a bit, at which point I will ask him to kill it for me. This will be hilarious if all of this happens and then he reads this post at some point.

PS I have a phobia of roaches, can you tell?

a day in the life of voidhead’s place. replace the snake with a cockroach and you’ll get the picture pretty much:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tTPNi1PCP0

drugs pretty much sum up that video.

No shame, Brother. Roaches are completely disgusting. I have broken furniture and lamps and windows and such because I go into some weird Nam Vet flashback mode when I see one and need to kill it no matter the cost. Then there’s usually roach guts on something which means I’m throwing a perfectly good shirt or book or something into the garbage.

No shame, Brother. Roaches are completely disgusting. I have broken furniture and lamps and windows and such because I go into some weird Nam Vet flashback mode when I see one and need to kill it no matter the cost. Then there’s usually roach guts on something which means I’m throwing a perfectly good shirt or book or something into the garbage.

We had flying roaches the size of bic lighters that would drop down the fireplace chimney and hit the flue damper with a loud clang… down in Houston. But we also had a cat. The roaches never had a chance.

We had flying roaches the size of bic lighters that would drop down the fireplace chimney and hit the flue damper with a loud clang… down in Houston. But we also had a cat. The roaches never had a chance.

Bic lighters cannot compare to this beast. Literally like a small hand. I just managed to shower and make food before dashing back into my room because I expect it to appear at any moment.

Now I wanna read Voidhead’s rock and roll biography.

Also, when I lived in the college dorm, I always made sure to have a big, thick library book next to the bed. That way, when the roaches would crawl up the wall, I had a handy way to smash them.

You guys should see the ones down here…they are called Palmetto Bugs and they flourish in tropical climates…they are the size of small airplanes and they fly at you all frazzled and crooked and shit…fucking terrifying bastards…

You guys should see the ones down here…they are called Palmetto Bugs and they flourish in tropical climates…they are the size of small airplanes and they fly at you all frazzled and crooked and shit…fucking terrifying bastards…

Exactly - I lived in Florida for years.

[reply]You guys should see the ones down here…they are called Palmetto Bugs and they flourish in tropical climates…they are the size of small airplanes and they fly at you all frazzled and crooked and shit…fucking terrifying bastards…

Exactly - I lived in Florida for years.[/reply]

Where?

Al J. is going to be on some show on SiriusXM tonight (I was half-asleep, didn’t catch the name, I think it’s Abe Cannon), on Howard Stern’s Howard 101 channel. If you have an iPhone, you can download the ooTunes app and search Howard and listen for free. If you have Android, XiaaLite is the app that will stream the station. I think the show is on around 7 PM EST.

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Eh,crickets are no big deal…pretty tasty covered in chocolate…lots of protein…

Eh,crickets are no big deal…pretty tasty covered in chocolate…lots of protein…

Yep. I got no issue with 'em. I can even see those gnarly glass cages of billions of them in the pet shop and it doesn’t phase me. And I’ll gladly eat 'em too (and have).

But roaches . . . . we better be talking some MAJOR bar-bet-money for me to put it in my mouth, no matter how many times it’s been glazed, deep fried, or wrapped in bacon.

Roaches are so hideous. I hate that they have SOFT bodies. That is so offensive to me. Bugs are bad enough. But a beetle or a cricket has a hard shell on it and I guess I sort of think of them as tiny little armored robots or something. But a roach, or a big nasty potato bug with its soft squishy belly . . . oh, dear, it’s like a really dangerous bag of just the most horrendous substance known to man and it could leak on you or your property at any second.

My wife is near terrified of me when I find bugs (I’ve done battle with ants, roaches, and wasps) in or around the house because I become a man possessed and I just unload so much poison everywhere that my house becomes a toxic gas chamber. But I would rather die choking on deadly vapors than risk having roaches crawl me.

Oh, I even had a flea infestation once. That was Hell on Earth!

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I had to look it up. But, yeah, agreed. Totally disgusting. That is totally NOT what I mean by cricket. This thing looks like a miniature potato bug (aka Jerusalem Cricket).

http://www.bing.com/images/results.aspx?q=hissing+cockroach&form=DLCMHP&sc=8-12&sp=1&qs=IM&sk=&pq=hissing+cock#view=detail&id=D519498C27618A4CBC1100A63328D0D3CC439C29&selectedIndex=30

Okay, this is pretty wack, yo! I type in “Hissing Cockroach” because I remember those things get like 5" long and are totally revolting and I felt like making myself sick. The link that I first find shows a beast dropping a log of like a bazillion roach eggs out of its butt and the topic is “Pros and Cons of Madagascar Hissing Cockroach” . . .

Pros? Is there ANYTHING on that side of the paper? Because, honestly, I can tell you about 1000 CONS of having this thing in your house as a pet and absolutely ZERO PRO reasons.

What? Does it make grilled cheese sandwiches? Does it hiss out soothing lullabies to help you sleep? Does it open the fridge and open up a cold beer for you?

WHAT!!! What could possibly be a PRO about this disgusting monster.

I’ve seen some doozies of the insect kingdom during my visit to th Philippines years ago.

And take heart you are not alone. Poor Candace here completely freaks out at the mere suggestion there’s a hissing cockroach nearby: http://g4.tv/16vNIj8

[reply][reply]You guys should see the ones down here…they are called Palmetto Bugs and they flourish in tropical climates…they are the size of small airplanes and they fly at you all frazzled and crooked and shit…fucking terrifying bastards…

Exactly - I lived in Florida for years.[/reply]

Where?[/reply]

Niceville in high school and college at Florida State.