How Jennifer Herrema explained the value of a photo to me

It's tough for me to forget this image of Royal Trux I've had stuck in my head since I was in high school. My buddy Jeff played me the Cats and Dogs CD along with Jon Spencer Blues Explosion's Orange, neither of which I could get into at the time. But I'll never forget that image of Jennifer Herrema. She was dictionary definition of rock'n'roll. Royal Trux went through lots o' turmoil over the years, but they resurfaced and came to GO! Studios in Carrboro, and I couldn't make it because I had to work at the Cat's Cradle that night. Somebody told me later that they ended up hanging out upstairs at GO! with Neil, Jennifer, and Chapel Hill local producer extrordinaire Brian Paulson. That just sounded cool. And I still didn't really know what they sounded like. But that look. That rock'n'roll look. So, I'm in Amoeba trying to get some ideas for Rachel's Christmas present, and I see some vinyl for Royal Trux. (I've been making it an implicit priority to start picking up all the vinyl I can from late 80's / early 90's indie rockers...this priority will become explicit once I have nailed down an occupation, of course). And there it was. Royal Trux. Cats and Dogs. Used vinyl. $5.99. Bought without a second thought. On the back of the record jacket is a picture of Jennifer Herrema that looks like a video cap from an awful VHS camcorder video. But that look. Nearly a decade since I had initially been introduced to the female face of Royal Trux, that look still held command. I guess pictures really are worth as much as they say.