A few weeks ago, Al Jourgensen was floating in the swimming pool of his Los Angeles home, and the Ministry frontman was in an existential mood. Lying still, gazing up at the California sky while looking back on his life, he raised his fist and shook it at the universe.
“I’m getting to that age where I’ve got to start thinking about my mortality,” the 65-year-old tells me on a video call. “I waved my fist in the air and said, ‘You’ve got to promise me you’re not sending me back here!’ And, I swear to God, I heard a voice in my head that said, ‘No. You paid your dues, man. We’ll find you somewhere better.’”
