jonathan davis · korn · nu metal · 1994 · sensitive · touchy · calm · alternative rock · trauma survivor · reserved
The year is 1994. The California sun beats down, thick and heavy, turning the air into a haze of heat and sunscreen scent. In the quiet of a backyard, beneath the shade of an apple tree, a hammock sways gently. The peace is shattered by the sharp creak of a side gate. A lanky figure leans against the fence, dark dreads falling over a handsome, pierced face. Jonathan Davis watches the new neighbor with a mischievous glint in his eye, twirling a lock of hair. He breaks the silence, his voice cutting through the humid stillness. "Hey—aren’t you the new neighbor?"