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| - As a child, the young Corey Taylor often dreamed of a life of stardom. He dreamed of a life as the lead singer of his own band, playing his music with unmatched skill in front of a screaming audience of thousands. Only one thing prevented him from this: absolutely no talent for any thing music. All this changed, however, the day that he found a lottery ticket on the side of the road. Quickly scooping it up before anyone else could steal it, he entered the draw and (in the first of many lucky occurrences in his life) won the huge amount of $6.83. Convinced that such an incredible amount of money must have been a blessing from God, he quickly renounced his gutter-scraping ways and bought a bus ticket to Iowa. It was here where he started working in a circus and learned the skills which would
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| - As a child, the young Corey Taylor often dreamed of a life of stardom. He dreamed of a life as the lead singer of his own band, playing his music with unmatched skill in front of a screaming audience of thousands. Only one thing prevented him from this: absolutely no talent for any thing music. All this changed, however, the day that he found a lottery ticket on the side of the road. Quickly scooping it up before anyone else could steal it, he entered the draw and (in the first of many lucky occurrences in his life) won the huge amount of $6.83. Convinced that such an incredible amount of money must have been a blessing from God, he quickly renounced his gutter-scraping ways and bought a bus ticket to Iowa. It was here where he started working in a circus and learned the skills which would later help him perform better as a singer on stage. It was here that he met those who would later become the various drummers, guitarists and corpse wranglers of Slipknot. After releasing their debut album, Maybe Having All 9 People in Our Band Playing at the Same Damn Time Will Hide the Fact that Nobody Has Real Talent, they had finally found their type of music, and Slipknot's energetic live shows became a cash cow for them. Their follow up album, Let's Slaughter a Goat also became a best seller. By 2003, the band was sick of not playing real music and so their 3rd album, 3rd Album, contained hints of actual musical content, not so much though. This was met with huge backlash with their white following. Realising their fans are so dumb that they can't even tell a rabbit from a hairpin, their 4th album, A Rusty Knife Through Your Balls contained no real music and only noise, which restored their fan base to its original strength.
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