The Jesus Lizard - Goat

It's been over 15 years since I saw Nirvana play a live show. As a young man growing up in ultra middle class Long Island, it was hard to convince an overbearing and overprotective mother to let me tag along with some friends to see what would turn out to be the band of our generation perform at a venue that I'd later in life perform and work at many times. The floor was teeming with a mix of drunken teenage angst, drunken frat boy mosh rage, and people like myself who were indeed very curious about the opening band, The Jesus Lizard.

I knew a kid by the name of Bill, who later turned to heroin to ease/amplify his privileged suburban life woes. Bill used to sing the praises of The Jesus Lizard to me, and made sure we got there early to catch what would undoubtedly become my new favorite band. I will never forget the opening moments of the show as a shirtless, drunk David Yow ambled on stage, six pack in hand, introducing the band as "The Melvins, from Nova Scotia" before launching (figuratively and literally) into 'Boilermaker' off of their then newest record Liar, and David himself launching into the crowd. With my senses completely battered and all hope thrown into abandon for ever being able to tolerate semi-mediocre music again, I was faced with one pressing question. Do I steal David Yow's wallet out of his back pocket?

I didn't, but I did buy this record that, in a very time weary cliché, changed my life. Thank you Bill. Thank you Nirvana. Thank you David Yow. And, you know what... thank you Melvins.


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