Who Does Jonathan Davis Think He Is?

  He's the deeply peculiar 32-year-old front man for goth-metal legends Korn who enjoys "sick, nasty" sex, bagpipe versions of "Amazing Grace" and cruising eBay for degenerate art. Can anyone possibly puzzle out…

Who does Jonathan Davis think he is?

Blender: You have had an advantage with your self-portrait, because you collect art, don't you?
Jonathan Davis: I'm a sucker for any kind of serial killer art. Shrunken heads, artifacts, anything that's dark. That's my hobby. I started off with eBay and went from there. I own Ted Bundy's Volkswagen. It hasn't been driven since those murders in the '70s. I also own some early [John Wayne] Gacy paintings.

B: How's your eBay feed back?
JD: I've got perfect feedback! I'm right on top of my shit.

B: What was the first thing you did when you woke up this morning?
JD: I threw on some clothes and played with my son. He was all, "Dad, get up." And I'm like [groans], "I can't." I kept him out of school today so he could stay with me. I get him only every other weekend and when his mom lets me get him, so that time's precious for me.

B: Is it hard for you to keep the same hours as an 8-year-old?
JD: When I get him, I put him on my schedule. We enjoy staying up until 3 or 4 in the morning.

B: Which do you prefer: Dogs or cats?
JD: Dogs. Cats are fucking stuck-up pieces of shit.

B: When did you most recently feel like killing someone?
JD: Shit. Every day I think about it. It's perfectly normal: "God, I want to kill someone." I would never do it. But it would be nice [laughs].

B: What are you like when you're drunk?
JD: Out of control, a danger to myself. That's why I've been sober for six years. Drinking, coke, speed, chicks: I was living the clichéd rock & roll life. I was like an alcoholic bulimic. I'd drink a bottle of Jack Daniels, a liter of Jägermeister, puke 'em up and then start all over again.

B: What made you stop?
JD: I came home drunk one day and my son saw me—then my grandfather passed away. I just made a deal: I stopped smoking, drinking, drugs, caffeine, everything.

B: If you were a woman, who would you want to be?
JD: I don't want to be a woman. Being a man, I don't have to deal with periods, mood swings, all that bullshit. Women get everything they want because they have a vagina, and men are enslaved to that thing. But overall, women have it fucked.

B: What do people who don't like you say about you?
JD: I don't know anybody who doesn't like me.

B: What song brings you to tears?
JD: "Amazing Grace" on the bagpipes. I play it all the time. It's a sad-ass song, man.

B: How would you characterize your taste in sex?
JD: Deviant. I like sick, dirty, nasty shit. The sicker and more pornographic, the better. I really love sex—not traditional missionary sex, which is boring. Just shit that turns me on: bondage, role-playing, everything.

B: Who left you star-struck after first meeting them?
JD: Back during The Phantom Menace, George Lucas invited us all to his ranch. It took everything for me to go, "Can I have your autograph, sir?" It was fun having drinks with Simon Le Bon, too; I'm a huge Durannie.

B: So, Jonathan, who do you think you are?
JD: I'm a really nice guy. I just like evil, bad shit. And if you cross me, I'll fucking kill you.

B: Uh, did we cross you?
JD: No, we're cool man.

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