KORN

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"Evolution":

www.myspace.com/korn


It is fukkin tight, right on, mother fuckin brilliance.

The new album is going to be the dope ass shit!

Guaranteed several steps beyond SYOTOS. Turns out the guys weren't happy w/the Matrix songs, they sounded too artificial and wouldn't serve a live show context, so they ditched those and re-tracked them w/Atticus Ross, *hell yes*~ ! Sweet Jesus can I get a Hallelujah !

This album is going to explode on the charts, and I am willing to make a bet it hits #1.

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Of course, not that it matters, I'm just sayin'.
Evolution is kickin !

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KORN have ditched the Matrix.

There is hope yet for man(un)kind.

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thorny said:

KORN have ditched the Matrix.

There is hope yet for man(un)kind.

hip hip hoorayyy ;D

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I know man, tell me about it. We fukkerz was sweatin' bullets there for a bit ...

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Jon & Joey Jordison


Jon & Fieldy Jammin


KoRn's Backup Musicians


Strange Dayz Indeed

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Hey, all 4 of these clowns don't add up to Head, but I really dig the direction Korn are taking w/their post-Head phase.

See, I love their integrity in that they chose (honorably) not to just replace head w/another official guitarist/member of the band.

It's been made perfectly clear these guys are strictly "backup" musicians, and that Korn is still Korn, albeit minus Headly.

It's a great way to roll, and it looks as if their snowball is pickin up steam as it heads down the mountain...

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untitled.

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ok, now that i've been spinning these tunes . . . i can honestly say, FUKK! i can't decide which song kicks more ass, seriously.

all I know is: both these songs are better than anything on SYOTOS or TALITM; I'd place them on an evolutionary line directly after UNTOUCHABLES . ..

... which is like, a dream come true for us die hard fukkers ;D

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This album is going to destroy !

that song evolution - hearing it crank from my stereo or in my headphones - - - sounds so kickass, I can only imagine the pits it will generate. It is, to my ears at least, the apotheosis of korn's legacy: at once insanely catchy and melodic as well as hard & heavy.

And then there's 'i will protect you' -- that breakdown in the middle really bridges the rest of the song, bringing it home how fukkin heavy it is. The drum solo at the 2 min 30 sec mark is one of the greatest drumrolls I've ever listened to in my life. I'm talking unbridled super complex rolls neil peart would drop a jaw listening to - its frankly that good. And all the while (during Bozzio's insane flourishes) Munky is intertwining his superfast lead guitar solo - - it adds up to the most impressive rocking I've heard from Korn, yet.

The most impressive rocking I've heard from korn, yet.

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[just tryin' to get to page 100 here, folx;)

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Korn's Jonathan Davis Writes an Opera

In an exclusive interview with Jonathan Davis of Korn, the frontman revealed that he has begun writing an opera entitled 'Oblivion' with Richard Gibbs and Clive Barker.

JD says the "dark opera" will be "way different" from Korn's style and is about the end of the world. He has just started writing the music for it, and in case you're wondering, he will not be starring in it.

In other Jonathan Davis news, the singer is putting out a coffee table book of 12 of his favorite horror stories illustrated by 12 of his favorite artists. And the goods don't stop there! Read more about Korn in Jonathan Davis' AIM interview, which will be live on Friday, June 22.

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Interesting......I didn't know he was friends with Clive Barker. It makes sense, just didn't know that.

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yeah JD gets around

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Former Korn Guitarist Brian "Head" Welch went through hell on his way to being born again. A tale he tells in gripping detail in his memoir. The book's not out till July 3, but we've got an exclusive excerpt.

In February 2006 guitarist Brian "Head" Welch shocked the music world when he announced that he had found god and was quitting Korn, the multiplatinum metal band that he had formed in 1993 with vocalist Jonathan Davis, guitarist James "Munky" Shaffer, bassist Reginald "Fieldy" Arvizu, and drummer David Silveria. As he explains in his unflinching new memoir, Save Me From Myself (which HarperCollins is publishing in July), it was the culmination of years of personal struggle-with drugs (particularly methamphetamines); with his longtime girlfriend, Rebekah, the mother of his daughter and fellow addict; and with Korn's hard-partying, hard-touring lifestyle. In fact, as early as 1999, having just married Rebekah the year before, and with the band on top of the world, Welch was already approaching rock bottom...

~excerpt~

Not long after Rebeka and I started doing speed again, Korn was booked for the biggest show of our career, a little thing called Woodstock '99. Rebekah and I left [our daughter] Jennea with my parents for the weekend and flew to the concert for some hardcore partying. First stop: a private jet we rented with some guys from Limp Bizkit, Mack 10, and Ice Cube, and all our crews. That flight was crazy. The plane had three section: The first was the chill lounge, where Jonathan and all the sober people were; the second was where all the rappers and crew were drinking Hennessy and betting money at craps (i think Mack 10 took everyone's money on the flight); the third was for all the people that just wanted to drink and do drugs.

That's where Rebekah and I hung out. There was a little bit of cocaine going around, but everyone mostly drank and smoked weed. I remember when the cocaine ran out, some of the Korn roadie crew started snorting Tylenol PM.

All of us in Korn were so nervous about playing. There were over 200,000 people attending that concert, not to mention the hundreds of millions watching on satellite TV. It was crazy. To add to our nervousness, it seemed like it took forever for the show to start. and as show time approached, all I could think about was how hard my heart was beating. When the lights finally went out, we started the intro to our first song, "Blind". In the intro, we each had our own part the built the song up to this crazy, heavy groove that no crowd could deny. David started with his ride cymbal ride. The crowd roared so loudly it pierced my ears. Then Munky jumped in with his part. The crowd got even louder. Fieldy's bass part came next. More roars. After that, I started the opening riff to the instrumental hook of the song-the heavy groove. By that time Jonathan screamed his opening line that never failed to put the crowd into a frenzy: "Arrrrre yooooouuu readddddyyyyyyyyy?!?!?!" When he screamed those words and the heavy groove kicked in, a sea of people jumped up and down at the same time, creating a wave that spread through the crowd.

It was an awesome beginning to an amazing show. Afterwards, we all hugged each other. And then came the afterparty. Woodstock had rented out this hotel for all the bands, and there was a party on every floor. Rebekah and I took some ecstasy and did a bunch of coke. We stayed up all night and fought most of the time. The next day, we partied more on the plane, until we landed and got into a limo that was waiting for us. Still a little too high from the cocaine, we started drinking in the limo on the way home to level us out before we saw my parents and Jennea.

It was about 5 p.m., and we were pretty drunk when we got home, so Rebekah decided she would sober up by diving in the pool. And that's what she did. Shirts, pants, shoes, and everything. She walked right past my parents, said a quick hello, and then dove in. When she came up out of the water, she had a bump on her head from hitting the bottom of the pool. I was trying to talk to my parents without slurring, but that was pretty much impossible. They were definitely looking at us funny, but they left after a little while.

Shortly after my parents left, around 8 p.m., we put Jennea to bed. The house got so quiet and we were so drunk and tired that it only made sense for us to go to bed. But we didn't. We started arguing about something stupid (I don't even remember what), and the argument quickly escalated into screaming. Rebekah got right into my face and wouldn't stop yelling. She charged me pretty hard, so I lost control and punched her in the nose. Blood started pouring out of her nose, down her face and neck.

I was shocked at what I had done. I felt so horrible. I thought that would stop the screaming, but she got even angrier, and it made the situation much worse. After seeing all the blood, I told her I was so sorry and that I wasn't gonna fight with her any longer. But she ended up beating me up for a while. I just lay on the floor with my face in the carpet taking punches from her. Finally, after about 20 minutes, she collapsed on the floor and passed out. I remember sitting on the floor, shaking and crying while my wife laid next to me all bloody and passed out. It was definitely a gutter moment, me sitting there thinking, Why is my life so messed up? I have everything I need in life to be happy. That weekend was supposed to be the best time of my life, but it [had] turned into one of the worst.

At that point, things weren't looking too good for me and Rebekah, but there was one last moment of hope before all hell broke loose in our marriage. Rebekah ran into one of her old hardcore buddies who went by the name of Scottish. Scottish used to slam a lot of heroin back in the day, but now he had cleaned up and gotten married. He had made a huge turnaround, and when Rebekah ran into him, it really inspired her.

Because of that run-in, she convinced me that we could do the same thing. We got really excited talking and dreaming of our future together, of being totally clean for good. Rebekah talked to Scottish a few times on the phone, and he always injected a lot of positive energy and life into her. The one day, Rebekah got a call form Scottish's wife. He had relapsed. And overdosed.

And died.

Rebekah was crushed, and just like that that, every ounce of hope she'd built up went down the toilet.

Shortly after Scottish's overdose, it was was once again time for me to go on tour-this time with Metallica and Kid Rock, and that was when Rebekah's drug habit progressed from bad to worse. While I was on that tour, she started partying nonstop. One day on the tour, i got a call from a friend telling me about some crazy parties going on at my house. Noise. Crazy skinhead dudes. Throwing, breaking stuff. I called my house, but Rebekah wouldn't answer, or someone else would answer, say she wasn't there, and then hang up on me. The worst part was i didn't know where Jennea was during all this partying. I was helpless. It was a complete nightmare.

I had heard that [Rebekah] was hanging out with this one particular guy at the time. He was a skinhead and a second strike felon, and when I asked her about him, she would always tell me, "Yeah, he's an old friend form the old days. He's like my brother. I'm trying to help him out." Yes, it was true- he was an old friend from the old days, just like Scottish had been. But he wasn't clean, and I knew he wasn't just a friend, either.

I bought her excused for a while, just as I always had, but then I got a call from a friend of mine who happened to work in a pawnshop. He said some skinhead guy had gone in there trying to sell a solid-gold necklace medallion that said Korn on it. I recognized that medallion-a record executive had a few made up and had given one as a personal gift to every guy in Korn. And now some skinhead was trying to get 200 bucks for it in a pawnshop.

I freaked out and called Rebekah. "What's going on?" I was expecting her to give me more excuses about needing money to help out a friend or something like that. What she said was the last thing I expected to hear:

"I'm leaving you"

I lost it. "What do you mean you're leaving me?"

"I'm fucking leaving you!" she said, screaming. "I'm going to divorce you and take half your money!"

I was totally shocked. This couldn't be happening. My worst fear was coming true. Wasn't it? I was determined not to let her go. I said, "I'm sorry, Rebekah. Look, we can work out whatever we need to work out. I'll get my own tour bus and take you and Jennea on tour with me wherever I go."

"No," she said. "I'm leaving you."

It was too late.

And I lost all control. That was one of the worst days of my life. I pleaded with her on the phone not to leave me, but it didn't do me any good. I asked her if she had been screwing around with that guy, but she denied it. You know, that's what got to me most-that she wouldn't admit it. In the face of all the evidence, all the stories, all the incidents, she wouldn't admit it.

My whole world was falling apart, and it drove me crazy. It drove me back to cocaine, actually. I started doing a lot of coke, just as a way of dealing with the pain of Rebekah leaving me. I was so shocked and angry. I didn't know how to cope, so I coped the best way available and the only way i really knew: drugs.

i tried calling Rebekah a couple of time to talk he out of it, but she wouldn't even answer my calls. Finally, I got a hold of her a few days before a scheduled three-day break in our current tour. I let her know I was going to fly home during the break to see her and Jennea. I figured I had one last chance to grab both my girls and save them from the drug-induced madness happening in our home. I hoped with everything in me that I could talk some sense into Rebekah. A couple of days before my break, I called home again, but instead of getting Rebekah, I heard Jennea's babysitter on the other end of the line. She told me that Rebekah had hired her to watch Jennea for a few days. Why? because Rebekah had split for Oregon, where her mother lived (in a house I'd bought for her). Rebekah knew I was going to try to talk her out of leaving me, so, instead of sticking around to listen, she took off. I guess she left Jennea there because she knew I missed her and needed to see her.

Just a few hours after I talked to the babysitter, my mother-in-law called me from Oregon. She said Rebekah had just arrived but that she'd brought a bunch of partying skinheads with her, and now they were terrorizing the place. There was fighting-bare-knuckle fighting-going on upstairs in that Oregon house. there was blood on the carpet, kids doing drugs, all kinds of crazy stuff going on.

My mother-in-law said she felt like she was in a horror movie, so she frantically told me I had to go to Huntington, get Jennea, and take her on the road with me. Apparently, Rebekah was going to be heading back to our house in Huntington Beach soon, and my mother-in-law was terrified for Jennea to be around all that skinhead madness. The drugs had turned her into a monster, and all these people she was hanging out with were making her her worse.

After that phone call, I knew that her mother was absolutely right; I would have to take Jennea on the road with me full-time from there on out. I became so anxious to get home. While I was freaked out because Rebekah had left me and I was grieving for her loss as though she had died, I had no time to grieve, It was time for me to be a father, and I knew what i had to do.

As soon as I could, i flew home, picked up Jennea, hired a nanny, and went back out on the road with her, In just a couple of days, I had become a rock-star single dad, but just being around Jennea took away a lot of my pain about Rebekah. Of course, I didn't have much time to worry about myself-I was too worried about my daughter losing her mother to care about my own loss. All I focused on was making sure my baby was OK. It was just the two of us now.

Head's book out July 3rd

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Is it Head - or the Mad Monk, Rasputin ?