Nashville Music Blog

Jesus is my drug buddy.

When you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that you carried my unconscious self to the curb for my taxi ride to the ER.

Jesus: the ultimate buzzkill.

As Bob sat back and admired his painting, he wondered if the fact that candles are the gravest sin was too subtle when viewed in the picture's context.

What Wouldn't Jesus Do?

Yes, my child... I am the gateway

So many options but only one Jesus.

Visual Mashup Artist's Rendering of both Ministry's "Just One Fix" and "Jesus Built My Hotrod" from the album PALM 69.

Why did I let you in the first place?

Hetfield and Ulrich's contract rider

Why is there a handprint on the door?

Local Hero Defends Home From Hippie Break-In

"Jesus, put your love inside me."

"Sweet, Sweet, Sugar!"

Now, I'm going to go nurse my Baptist guilt for the next year.

Nice try with the Vulcan nerve pinch, Jesus. Now get a load of this!

The day Jesus died.

Thou shalt not enjoy this too much.

i still don't really give a shit but i can't stop looking at that goddamn painting. he's got nun-chuck's on his door knob, jesus is being a total drug pussy, someone did an abstract of america (highlighting south america) and turned much of canada into oceans, he's got a cute little candle going for his drug vibe enhancement, his table is like 6 inches high, the barrel of his gun is so warped that the only person who could die from it would be the shooter, he's got his license out(??), that's a pretty pink looking whiskey, he lost most of his deck of cards, and he does a lot of curls for a junkie... not gonna even touch the handprint (someone forgot to put up a wet paint sign?), the skull, or the (seashell?) as an ashtray.

As someone who had to endure a lot of evangelical anti-drug/anti-sinful-lifestyle brainwashing techniques as a youngster, I feel like I can shed at least a little bit of light on the picture for Jeremy.

The license is two-fold. First, he's of course using it to cut lines of coke—I'd guess the artist would have no idea that someone in the habit of doing speedballs wouldn't be quite so ripped. The license being next to the alcohol also implies that he drinks and drives.

Though I can't say for certain, the candle (and the skull) likely imply some sort of occult involvement. Trust me, the folks responsible for the pamphlet that this piece came from probably see that as a pretty clear connection.

The cards suggest gambling (also a sin), and I believe that's a blackjack.

The gun and the nun-chucks obviously imply violence, and I think the hand print is a labored attempt at suggesting a murder occurred here.

The poorly rendered map behind J.C. is likely intended to represent worldliness, or being a product of the sinful, wicked world—rather than our absurdly beefy junkie grounding himself in Christ, he's opted to shape his worldview around Satan's playground (i.e. REALITY).

The other issues you brought up seem to just be products of the artist's lack of refined perspective techniques. That said, I certainly can't paint that well. Anyway, just my educated guesses.

The worst thing about having Jesus as your Siamese twin is he's always bogarting the black tar.

Fellowship, ministry and time with Jesus at the C Street House.

That which you do unto Russell Crowe's backing band, you do unto me.

Maybe I should quit smoking.