In what could be his first step towards joining former bandmate Brian "Head" Welch on the other side of the line separating good and evil, Korn frontman Jonathan Davis is ridding himself of most of his vast collection of serial killer memorabilia. After years of immersing himself in the joys of Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy and their ilk, the singer has come to the conclusion that -- believe it or not -- there might actually be negative connotations to having ephemera from murders festooning home and hearth. He told London's Mirror, "When I started to think about it, I was like, 'What about those seventy girls' parents? Their babies got killed in that car, and I wanna display it! That is fucked up.'" Davis' walls don't necessarily have to stay bare -- he can always plaster 'em with photos featuring his porn-star wife Deven, who's long been a fixture in our decor . . .
Given that Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run is riddled with lyrics about desperately trying to escape that little section of Hades that some call New Jersey, we find it interesting that a Garden State lawmaker wants to plaster a tribute to the disc on the local license plates. State Senator Raymond Lesniak has proposed the specialty tags be made available, with the extra funds generated earmarked for a Springsteen-supported charity, the Community Food Bank of New Jersey. Without question, it's a nice thought. But we're not so sure we'd want to tail someone driving a vehicle that implicitly states that he wants to die with us -- or with Wendy, at least -- on the streets tonight . . .
Since she once proudly proclaimed her breasts to be "small and humble," Shakira clearly doesn't need to retain an entourage member whose sole purpose is to help her stuff 'em into stage outfits when she's on tour. As such, the Colombian thrush has some extra cash to throw around for every pop star's dream employee: a history professor. Proving that she's interested in finding out more about the cities she visits than how to find the nearest Prada outlet, the singer is hauling around a bona fide tutor to fill her in on the more important historical sites of towns she's visiting for the first time. Hey, we're all in favor of higher education, but our list of dumb blondes to pick on is getting distressingly short . . .
There's an old saying that it's not news when a dog bites a man, but it's another story when a man bites a dog -- and that adage crossed our minds when we heard that rapper Lil' Flip had decided to branch out from buying jewelry into actually selling the stuff. The Houston-bred MC has formed a company called Clover G, and will roll out its first offerings -- a line of watches -- shortly after the first of the year. Proving that economics isn't his strong suit, Flip says that the line will have everything from super-deluxe models to "hood class" timepieces that anybody can pick up with pocket change -- the latter retailing for eight hundred bucks. For some reason, we think his next trick will be convincing folks that a thousand dollars is a perfectly reasonable price for a rolling paper case.