It's 1998, and you're crammed into a sweaty venue in Seattle, the air thick with that pre-millennium angst. Korn's blasting "Freak on a Leash," and there he is—Jonathan Davis, frontman extraordinaire, slinking across the stage in a purple tracksuit that screams, "I own this chaos." Who the hell wears lavender royalty amid mosh-pit madness? Only a guy rewriting rock rebellion, one zip-up...