There are several good stories that have their origins in the night of Coke Fest, 2008. This Q&A that I conducted in Korn’s dressing room after the show – with me at least a sheet or two to the wind – is but one of them.
Korn’s show was awesome. I spent it rocking out with my boy Gump from Pestroy and my beautiful homegirl Maryke Zietsman (from whom I stole my first cigarette in five years, which led to a deeply regrettable four more years of smoking afterwards). I sobered up, smoked and drank water, as I’d spent the early evening lost with Dylan from Pestroy, and was, as a result, in no state to interview anyone.
Thankfully, after the show, there were many delays and I was just about all good by the time the interview happened, around 11pm. My good homie from the record company, Kevin Mdubeki, went in with me, doubling as “photographer” and we chatted to JD.
What a lovely, forthcoming, soft-spoken guy. Polite, and friendly, even though he’d just played a huge gig and it was late.
His bodyguard? Not so much. A man-mountain who used to be an NFL-player prior to doing his knee in, he was not to be messed with. Frustrated and late, he repeatedly pointed out that our shortened time had run out (after about three minutes) before butting in while Davis and I were talking, telling me to “get the f#@k out!” He’d also insisted on repeatedly calling me “Cheeseburger” for the last 45 minutes whilst I’d waited outside. I didn’t mind that so much. It was fitting at the time and my skin was thick, literally and figuratively.
But Jonathan Davis did mind. He stood up, told his bodyguard to show some respect and not to interrupt us, nor call me Cheeseburger again, and to let us finish the interview without him because “Gordy is cool.” What a champion.
The bodyguard did mutter, “Bye, Cheeseburger” as I left the tent, but I didn’t care. I was too chuffed with myself.
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