Man. Take that, Korn. Pussy fake-metal bands can’t even step.
(Is Korn even still around? (Oops!))
I don’t know why System of a Down is one of my favorite bands to write to, as it is pretty much one of the noisiest things this side of Sonic Youth, but I keep coming back to their albums whenever I want to get my head into cranking out lots of work.
One time someone walked into my office while SOAD was blasting on my headphones and I was typing up a script.
“Sorry,” I said, pulling the headphones off my head.
“You looked scary,” he said.
This gift from Santa was my favorite. Everybody else will be upset, but stee and I really don’t care.