I grew up in a family where hard rock was not allowed. As a kid, ifI got caught listening to music like Korn I was in big trouble. If my parents found any of my CDs, the would break them and throw it away. I used to lay under my bed with the stereo speaker right to my ear (headphones weren't allowed) so i could hide the noise from my mom and still hear all the music myself.
I never had much money, but all the money I had went to music. Radio stations didn't play much good music back then. Come to think of it they still don't. One day my cd collection was discovered and destroyed. I didn't really have a way of listening to Korn unless I was at a friends house, but I had songs memorized and would sing songs like 'alone I break' and 'blind' over and over.
That was years ago, and since then many things have happened to me, but hard times call for hard music, and Korn has been there for me. There is something almost sacred about putting the head phones on, closing your eyes and listening to 'freak on a leash' or 'open up'. I love this band. A lot has changed over the years but these are still the guys that brought us those songs. If they hadn't, who knows if I could have made it through those years.
Maybe you were like me, the kid hiding in the closet or the monster under the bed. If you're still there hold on, be strong. If you made it out like I did, help the band and help the fans.

It's not just music, it's who we are