Kornola

Monday 5/11/09

Tuesday started out as a typical day. I awoke, drank my usual gallon of coffee, went to work, etc. And at the end of my day, I planned on relaxing, maybe hitting up a yoga class, and having my pjs on by 9:00. Well, my evening didn't exactly go as planned. This Tuesday was a little different.

The American rock band from Bakersfield, California, which formed in 1993; the band whose catalogue consists of nine consecutive debuts in the top ten of the Billboard 200;the rockers who, to date, have sold over 16.5 million albums in the U.S., while earning six Grammy nominations—two of which they have won was playing at the Fillmore.



It just so happens that my boss grew up with Korn's road manager. And every time the band comes to town, my boss takesthem granola. Well, this time they specifically asked for our granola. My boss was going to deliver the goods, but had tickets to the Nuggets Playoff game and couldn't make it. So, he asked if I and my coworker wanted the task. I definitely wouldn't consider myself to be Korn fan and honestly, I haven't heard that much of their music. That being said, it was a chance to meet famous people and get to see a free show.

My first thought: What the hell do you wear to a Korn concert? My collection of black shirts is limited and I really don't have that many visible tattoos. So there we were, wearing jeans and our cute color of the season shirts, walking up to their tour busses carrying 6 cases of granola. I mean, could we fit in any less? I sat there thinking to myself that this looked like the most pathetic attempt to meet rock stars ever tried. But right about that time their tour manager walked up and said we were the girls he wanted to see. Bow chica wow wow.

We walked back behind the busses to the backstage area. I wasn't really sure what kind of a scene to expect backstage at a Korn show, but this was far from anything I imagined. There were no bottles of booze, cold beer, plates of illegal white substances or clouds of smoke. No half naked women strolled around with drool on their chins and lust in their eyes. Oh no. What we saw was unthinkable. There was a line of fans, seemingly radio contest winners, a few road crew, a couple band members and us. Instead of bourbon and beer, there were Monster Coffee flavored energy drinks. And instead of stinky green nuggets, there were bags and bags of granola nuggets. And while some like to get down with huffing nitrous, these guys were pulling in a much stronger gas, oxygen.

Fieldy and Jonathan were outside signing autographs. I think I detected a glimmer of excitement in their eyes when they saw the delicious treats we brought them. Fieldy didn't say much, but Johnathan was super nice and even let us get a little advertising shot with him holding a bag of the granola. And Kit-Kat's night was made when Munky touched her.



Right before show time, their road manger came and grabbed us and took us to the side of the stage... where we got to watch the entire show!

The place was packed and the crowd was going wild. The show was great and not only did we have an onstage seat, we got to hang out with Kid Rock's drummer all night.



And in case you want to know what rockin' shiz we heard, here's the setlist:

RIGHT NOW CHI
GOOD GOD
DID MY TIME
THOUGHTLESS
FALLING AWAY FROM ME
FAKE
CLOWN
BALL TONGUE
BAGPIPES
HELMET IN THE BRUSH
TWIST
Y'ALL WANT A SINGLE
FAGET
FREAK ON A LEASH
BLIND
HERE TO STAY
GOT THE LIFE

After the show we hung around backstage for a few minutes. Everyone else was deciding what bar to go to or where to party. As I stretched my arms and forgot to cover my mouth while yawning, I did what anyone in my position would do. I went home and went to bed. I didn't get my yoga in, but I have to say all it wasn't a bad night.