{"id":359,"date":"2016-02-01T04:04:20","date_gmt":"2016-02-01T04:04:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/?p=359"},"modified":"2016-02-01T07:21:47","modified_gmt":"2016-02-01T07:21:47","slug":"slipknot-something-wicked-this-way-rocks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/?p=359","title":{"rendered":"Slipknot: Something Wicked This Way Rocks"},"content":{"rendered":"

Published in\u00a0<\/span>Alternative Press\u00a0<\/em>magazine<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou keep a baboon caged up for 24 years and then let him out upon the world, he\u2019s got some shit to work out.\u201d \u2014Joey Jordison<\/p>\n

Joey\u2019s just told me that Fred Durst \u201cmight fuckin\u2019 die\u201d for calling Slipknot fans \u201cfat and ugly\u201d\u2014because, Fred, there are two things you don\u2019t mess with: 1) Joey\u2019s friends, and 2) Joey\u2019s fans.<\/p>\n

But then Shawn, the clown, has just told me that the only two things I need to know about Slipknot fans are these: 1) They hit themselves in the face, and 2) the band calls \u2018em \u201cmaggots.\u201d<\/p>\n

Aside from the fact that these guys like numbers and lists (they go by numbers 0 through 8 for stage names, after all, and Joey Jordison is No. 1), I\u2019m wondering why it\u2019s okay to call people maggots but not okay to call them fat and ugly. The answer will become clear over the next few days here in Slipknot\u2019s crib\u2014the small, eerily pleasant town of Des Moines, Iowa.<\/p>\n

First things first: Slipknot is a musical war machine bent on world domination, and possessing the weapons to achieve it: a brutal command of high-BPM drum & bass, death metal, hardcore punk, as well as vocals that could flay the chrome off a trailer hitch. Plus three percussionists, not one of which is a polite, conservative Charlie Watts-style player. They\u2019ve got a turntablist described by one Brit scribe as the \u201cthe hardest fuckin\u2019 DJ in the world, bar none,\u201d a noise-obsessed sampler who refuses to speak to me, and a Panzer-heavy guitar and bass onslaught that sounds like Slayer cubed. Add a stunning debut album on Roadrunner that threatens to pump angry young blood into the old \u201cnew metal\u201d carcass, and you\u2019ve got two choices, folks: 1) Punch yourself in the face with the rest of the maggots, or 2): Cower in your basement with the new Oasis record while a grinning death clown sniffs you out, scythe in hand.<\/p>\n

Driving me around Des Moines, the clown (aka No. 6, percussionist Shawn Crahan) lays down some more numbers for me. \u201cThere are 17 rules in this band,\u201d he says. \u201cRule No. 1: First of all,\u00a0no<\/em>. Rule No. 2: Fuck space. Rule No. 3: Fuck Egypt . But Egypt and space, they\u2019re the same thing.\u201d A few other, more banal rules, pop up too: Stay off sidewalk gratings, and if you\u2019re constipated just eat more food. There\u2019s another gastrointestinal edict: \u201cIf you can\u2019t read it, don\u2019t eat it.\u201d This one was coined too recently to have its own number, and involved a hungry bass player, a wager, and a jar of what appeared to be Saudi Arabian pickles. (That\u2019s all the detail you need, trust me.)<\/p>\n

The clown drives me to the ancient Slipknot incubator\u2014a basement practice pad so tiny that No. 5 (aka Craig Jones, the non-speaking sampler) had to jam with the band from another room. And it smelled like urine back then because they insulated the ceiling with old carpet from a pet store, once the domain of puppies with bladder-control problems. And the band wore tight latex masks that were hot and uncomfortable. And it was loud. And they were in Des Moines. And they were\u00a0pissed<\/em>.<\/p>\n

But it was here, in this dank, suburban dungeon that the band\u2019s maverick then-manager, Sophia John, lured nu-metal chieftain Ross Robinson to a private Slipknot viewing. He shat himself promptly, then signed the band to his label. Fast-forward a dozen months or so, and the little website the clown had set up on his computer jumped from 200 hits a month to 35,000 a day. And now, as Slipknot attacks the\u00a0Billboard\u00a0<\/em>charts, the band\u2019s self-professed desire for planetary control seems to be nothing but a matter of time.<\/p>\n

Oh, how the embattled Slipknot gang contrast with the swank Des Moines Marriott lounge as they file inside; one guy\u2019s got an eye-patch covering a nasty corneal abrasion, another has a big scar on his forehead and 3-inch, beet-red gash on his hand, still another limps noticeably. A war-damaged crew to be sure.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy back\u2019s about to kill me as we speak,\u201d says No. 7 (aka hockey-masked guitarist Mick Thomson). \u201cI\u2019ve been doing this shit for years. I\u2019m always sore. But two weeks ago finally something went\u00a0pop<\/em>. Now I\u2019m fucked. You should\u2019ve see me earlier, just trying to get some milk out of the fridge for a bowl of cereal. And I never\u00a0really\u00a0<\/em>hurt. You could hit me with a baseball bat and I\u2019d laugh at you\u2014but right now my back is bringing me to my fuckin\u2019 knees.\u201d<\/p>\n

And No. 0, who\u2019s been lighting himself on fire lately and has singed off all his hair, \u201cpubic hair and everything,\u201d according to No. 2 (aka pig-masked bassist Paul Gray), is also nursing bruised ribs, as is the clown. In fact, the clown\u2019s recent injury list alone is noteworthy:<\/p>\n

1) Split head open twice during 2000 Ozzfest tour; 39 total stitches<\/p>\n

2) Bruised pelvis from failed back-flip attempts<\/p>\n

3) Several slipped vertebrae (see entry 2)<\/p>\n

4) Split collarbones (see entry 2)<\/p>\n

5) Fractured knuckles from punching drum kegs, fans, self<\/p>\n

6) Dislocated shoulder from hurling self into drum set<\/p>\n

7) Concussion from slamming head into drum keg<\/p>\n

8) Partially severed finger from onstage mishap with angle grinder<\/p>\n

9) Wide array of general tissue degeneration<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s sick, man,\u201d he admits. \u201cAnd we\u00a0all\u00a0<\/em>fuck ourselves up daily. To the point of wondering why we\u2019re even doing this anymore. I mean, literally being like, \u2018I\u2019m destroying my life.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Quickly, No. 8 (aka leatherface-masked vocalist Corey Taylor) puts in, \u201cAfter a show you never feel so beaten up in your life\u2014but at the same time you never feel so good. I float for a couple of hours, just an odd drifting feeling. You\u2019ve got extreme adrenaline plus exhaustion, it\u2019s the weirdest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re so amped after a show,\u201d somebody else blurts from across the table, \u201cthere have been times that I\u2019ve pulled the mask off and just started vomiting uncontrollably.\u201d<\/p>\n

If sado-masochism can be defined as the act of receiving pleasure through the experience of pain, well, Slipknot fits the bill nicely, especially given those grotesque, physically constraining masks [see sidebar]. But No. 8\u2032s lyrics are definitely not sado-masochistic\u2014they are about messing up the other guy (or girl, as the case may be; he jokes that the album is all love songs \u201cabout killing my ex\u201d).<\/p>\n

Sample 1: \u201cFuck it all! Fuck this world! Fuck everything you stand for! Don\u2019t belong! Don\u2019t exist! Don\u2019t give a shit! Don\u2019t ever judge me!\u201d (from \u201cSurfacing\u201d).<\/p>\n

Sample 2: \u201cSave this! My rage is bliss! I\u2019m takin\u2019 names and gettin\u2019 pissed!\u201d (from \u201cNo Life\u201d).<\/p>\n

Sample 3: \u201cWho the fuck are you? Fuck you! Better suck it up cuz you bled through! Better get away from me! Stay the fuck away from me!\u201d (from \u201cEyeless\u201d).<\/p>\n

Had enough? Well, puzzle over this: No. 8 bristles when I describe the lyrics as \u201cnihilistic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think of it as nihilism, I think it\u2019s more contemplative,\u201d he says. \u201cIt\u2019s working out stuff I\u2019ve had to deal with. Everybody\u2019s had their fair share of shit. I just have a productive way of venting it\u2014it\u2019s either this or open fire on a McDonald\u2019s. You just cannot do music this powerful and not give yourself to it. So you get as personal as you can. I think if people look at it a little closer, they can see past the anger and they can relate to a lot of it, that for whatever reason we\u2019ve had to go through the same shit in life.\u201d<\/p>\n

And what shit is that exactly?<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t wanna get into it\u2014just like I don\u2019t wanna get into when I was caught at the rendering plant naked,\u201d he chuckles. \u201cEverything is interpretation, so for me to lay down anything would take away from that. All I want is people to take away something from the music. Whatever that is, it\u2019s fine with me.\u201d No. 8 pauses, feeling the heavy vibe, then adds, \u201cI don\u2019t think the clown\u2019s told you about his passion for urinal cakes.\u201d<\/p>\n

While the question has been successfully deflected, the clown is not pleased. Yet there is a stickier issue at stake than urinal cakes: These guys are white, middle class males living in Iowa \u2014just\u00a0what\u00a0<\/em>are they so angry about? After all, even the skankiest sections of Des Moines are not exactly Compton. Maybe\u00a0that\u2019s<\/em>\u00a0the problem.<\/p>\n

The clown takes me to Hairy Mary\u2019s II, a rock club in the suburbs where Slipknot played its first gig (April 28, 1996) and began, in the clown\u2019s words, to \u201clet our sickness develop.\u201d Right now, scads of young people mull around in rock T-shirts, the mating foreplay is in full swing, the bar bustles with activity, a guitar band sets up on stage\u2014the scene is typical of any rock club in the country. Except that it\u2019s 4 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon here.<\/p>\n

Lest we forget, this is the heart of heartland America\u2014an area that spawned John Wayne, the World Pork Expo, and the career of Ronald Reagan. It has \u201cmore churches than porno shops\u201d according to No. 8, and boasts one of the country\u2019s largest populations of folks over 75 years old. In short, this is Republican territory, and there simply aren\u2019t a lot of options for kids beyond \u201cscooping the loop,\u201d a pointless activity that involves cruising back and forth on the main drag in search of the opposite sex. There\u2019s that, TV, masturbation, and rebellion, says No. 2.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone\u2019s so straight-laced about not wanting to let the \u2018bad\u2019 element come into effect,\u201d concurs No. 1, \u201cbecause when something like that happens in a city this small\u2014and this is the\u00a0capital\u00a0<\/em>of Iowa \u2014then it spreads like a disease. All of us were so used to having the middle finger thrown at us, that when we threw it back, we did so with 10 times the venom.\u201d<\/p>\n

The up side to life in a small town? There\u2019s nothing to do, so you\u2019ve got a lot of time for band practice.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny way you cut it, this band would not be where it\u2019s at if we were not from where we are,\u201d the clown says. \u201cIf this was a New York or L.A. band, it\u2019d already be broken up. Not all of us like it here\u2014I mean, come on,\u00a0snow<\/em>? Snow can go fuck itself right off. But we learned to appreciate every art form there is because we were so starved for it here. When our favorite bands waltzed through, we were there and did nothing but analyze, indulge, and just love it. So Iowa \u2018s a hell of an inspiration. But we probably won\u2019t be here forever. Because, like I said, the snow\u2014it\u2019s started to take its toll on the brain. I\u2019m getting so angry with the snow that I hurt myself. One of these days I\u2019m gonna hurt myself too much to recover.\u201d<\/p>\n

Aside from Iowa and boredom, the group\u2019s inspirations vary widely depending on what number you ask: Hendrix for 7; Lenny Bruce for 8; numbers (surprise) for 6; Slayer for 1; George Carlin for 8; Slipknot for 3; Al Jourgensen for 6; shapes for 6. Though they don\u2019t list these, through sheer conversational repetition, this stuff seems to be on the Slipknot collective unconscious: Egypt (seven mentions); being hit with a baseball bat (four mentions); scooping the loop (six mentions); Barney the purple dinosaur (three mentions); postimpressionist painter Cezanne (two mentions). Non-Durst things that certain band members can merrily exist without: laxatives, No. 8\u2032s hat, snow, sports and wrestling (they\u00a0are<\/em>distinct), Trixter, TV, and jeans ads. Jeans ads? Well, just when rock bands are involved.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen you\u2019re modeling jeans next to like Brooke Shields in a magazine it\u2019s completely\u00a0fucked<\/em>, in my opinion. I\u2019ve never met the guy, he\u2019s probably a pretty cool guy,\u201d says No. 1, alluding to Korn drummer David Silveria, the subject of a recent Calvin Klein campaign. \u201cBut I will say on record that if that ever happens to me, I would literally give myself to a flock of fans to beat me silly with a baseball bat.\u201d<\/p>\n

The clown\u2019s taken me to his modest, semi-Victorian house in the suburbs. It\u2019s well-stocked with an attractive wife and three ubiquitous kids, at least one of whom has a penchant for drawing crayon pictures of the devil, I notice. The clown hasn\u2019t seen his family in nearly three months because of touring, and it would have been longer if Canadian customs officials hadn\u2019t been so uptight about certain issues, which are only explained in the most vague terms to me. So I do appreciate the clown taking all this time with me, given his love for the family. But I really shouldn\u2019t be surprised, I learn, because the clown\u2019s devotion to Slipknot\u2019s success is downright pathological, and probably one of the main reasons for that success.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe bands that we all were in before, it was so easy to blow things off, be lazy,\u201d he says. \u201cBut speaking for myself, I\u2019d promised my wife that after she gave birth to our third child that I would take a week off, not do any band stuff. This is six months before she had the baby, and the whole time she\u2019s explaining it to me, I\u2019m thinking, \u2018It\u2019s not gonna happen.\u2019 \u2018Yes, honey, yep, I\u2019ll take the whole week off. Yeah, I told the guys.\u2019 But\u00a0the day after she gave birth\u00a0<\/em>I was at practice. I love my wife and family unconditionally, but there is a higher cause for this band.\u201d<\/p>\n

The other numbers echo the sentiment.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just a connection none of us had in the previous bands,\u201d says No. 2. \u201cWe\u2019ve had other members in this band and you wouldn\u2019t feel it the same way as it is with everybody here now. Like when Sid [Wilson, aka No. 0] got in the band we felt it right away, it\u2019s like \u2018Shit, who needs a stupid-ass DJ?\u2019 But then he comes in and you feel it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Number 0, the DJ in question, just smirks, adding, \u201cI\u2019m gonna end up in a wheelchair or something from this band. But it\u2019s okay, it\u2019s venting something I\u2019ve needed to let go of for years and years. I belong with this band, with these people. It\u2019s like I was waiting to meet these people, you know? Shawn [the clown] knew I was coming. He said he was just waiting for another person, he knew they were coming someday, some time. And I showed up one day.\u201d<\/p>\n

As strong as the camaraderie is between these nine guys, rounded out by Nos. 3 and 4 (percussionist Chris Fehn\u2014the long-nosed one, and white-devil-masked guitarist Jim Root, respectively), their rapport with the fans displays an equally profound kinship. These kids, when not being referred to as maggots, are spoken of in near-sanctimonious language. Hell, they\u2019re worth felling Fred Durst for, after all.<\/p>\n

Says the clown, \u201cIt\u2019s so cool to see the kids coming to shows fully equipped with their own homemade screenprints and stencils\u2014elaborate work they\u2019ve spent hours of their own day doing, all these crazy-ass concoctions and masks. Those kids got two things that they do that I notice more than anything. One, they sing all the words. They scream \u2018em! Corey\u2019s got this part in the song \u2018Eyeless\u2019 about his father\u2014it\u2019s kind of a line that helps him deal\u2014and at the end he says the word \u2018Nothing!\u2019, and you can tell, man, he\u2019s pissed off that he doesn\u2019t know his father. He said that he tries to forget he\u2019s on stage and just hones in on the whole place yelling \u2018Nothing!\u2019 with him. And it just breaks him, almost makes him want to cry. Because everybody out there has a nothing\u2014whether it\u2019s their job, their parents, their girlfriend, their wife, their kids\u2014everybody\u2019s got a nothing. Now instead of slamming, I look up and see hundreds of kids just scream that word, \u2018Nothing.\u2019 And they fucking\u00a0mean\u00a0<\/em>it\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the other they do is hit themselves,\u201d he continues. \u201cAnd I got kids up front there who are entirely pissed off if I don\u2019t hit myself. And I\u2019m like, \u2018My fucking brain feels like it\u2019s bouncing in my head. If I hit myself right now, it\u2019s gonna blow.\u2019 And then I do it and they\u2019re ecstatic. I try to look at that every day that we play\u2014we have this opportunity to be responsible and go out there and give them something and influence them as hard and as brutally and, most importantly, as honestly as possible. And we are gonna see a big difference in our world. We never set out to have MTV or\u00a0Alternative Press\u00a0<\/em>or\u00a0Rolling Stone\u00a0<\/em>or Conan O\u2019Brien say that we\u2019ve started a musical genre\u2014alternative, or hip hop, trip hop, drum & bass. No, we\u2019re doing this to set a way of life. If we do that, then we can exist in this forever. The fans will be there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still, \u201cmaggots\u201d?<\/p>\n

\u201cThey like it!\u201d the clown blurts. \u201cWe call them maggots because they feed off us, and we think that\u2019s a beautiful thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

And in this band\u2019s sordid world, a maggot is not such a bad thing anyway. The clown even speaks of Slipknot in entomological terms.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s like every day you go outside your door, and there\u2019s a violent world going on around you, under your feet, and you pay no attention to it,\u201d he says. \u201cYou\u2019re off doing your cattle thing\u2014your 9-to-5 deal, meeting your deadlines, going to lunch, meeting your girl\u2014and you don\u2019t understand what\u2019s going on under your feet. And Slipknot is the same thing, but we\u2019re not gonna let you walk by us anymore. We\u2019re gonna stop you. And we\u2019re gonna make you pay attention.\u201d<\/p>\n

It may be a tad unorthodox to liken one\u2019s band to violent insects, but one thing the boys tell me over and over: They\u2019d sooner disembowel the status quo and leave it hanging upside-down on a cornfield cross than snuggle up it. The bar code on the back of each Slipknot member\u2019s uniform is a direct middle finger to the music industry machine, to the way art\u2014and lifestyle\u2014is manufactured, prepackaged and culturally enforced in the USA. And these Iowa bugs want no part of it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not gonna use this dream\u2014this reality\u2014that we\u2019re involved with to just follow some formula that the label or the industry and all these people who think they know what the fuck is going on,\u201d the clown says emphatically. \u201cWe\u2019re focused on trying to make all the right decisions right now, because we know they determine our future. And we\u2019re fine with the ways things are going: Slow and positive. We don\u2019t want to be in-and-out; we\u2019re here for world domination. And I think within the next decade people are going to understand what that means. Because it\u2019s going to get\u00a0mental<\/em>, and it\u2019s going to get\u00a0sicker<\/em>, and it\u2019s going to get more\u00a0violent<\/em>. It\u2019s going to get\u00a0harder<\/em>, and\u00a0heavier<\/em>, and\u00a0faster<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pauses, then adds with a grin, \u201cEverything you could ever ask for.\u201d<\/p>\n

SIDEBAR ONE: Slipknot Unmasked<\/p>\n

Why would a band whose record is kicking ass amongst critics, skaters and maggots alike take to wearing gear from a Wes Craven cough-syrup hallucination? Don\u2019t they know it\u2019s a setup for easy slags? Why the costumes?<\/p>\n

Shawn \u201cThe Clown\u201d Crahan:<\/p>\n

[If you wore them] you would wonder why we play in them. You would because, dude, the snot and the spit and the veins and the redness and the anger, you can see it and you can feel it. Come and watch us, you\u2019ll have a different impression about latex the rest of your life. You never knew it could be so much.<\/p>\n

Joey \u201cKabuki-mask\u201d Jordison:<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve never been about the names or the faces or what I look like or my name up in lights. It\u2019s about the music and we keep all that fucking ego shit hidden with the masks to shield ourselves so that egos don\u2019t blossom in the name of clothing endorsements and poster-boy bullshit.<\/p>\n

Corey \u201cLeatherface\u201d Taylor:<\/p>\n

I think \u201ccostume\u201d is the wrong word for it. These pop bands that put on the glitter and the glitz, that\u2019s more a costume than anything. I mean, to us this is like a uniform. When we go onstage, we\u2019re individuals-but we\u2019re also like one complete monster that just wants to destroy everything.<\/p>\n

Mick \u201cHockey-mask\u201d Thomson:<\/p>\n

First and foremost we\u2019re musicians. I\u2019m sure there\u2019s people seeing pictures of us and knocking us for this image, and hey, I\u2019d probably be in the same boat, like, \u201cThey look like whatever, they\u2019re hiding behind that cuz they got no music.\u201d That\u2019s not the case for us. But fuck it, people reading this will see the pictures and make up their own minds. But please, listen to the CD before you say a word.<\/p>\n

SIDEBAR TWO: The Extreme Write<\/p>\n

The members of Slipknot may seem sick and twisted, but what does an expert think? AP submitted handwriting samples to certified handwriting analyst Merle V. Shamash for character assessment.<\/p>\n

Joey \u201cNo. 1\u201d Jordison [handwriting sample]<\/p>\n

Poised, personable, and optimistic, he makes a big, bold statement. Writing exhibits strong and active imagination, creativity, sensuousness, decisiveness and determination. Can become restless unless stimulated by constant change. Broadminded, tolerant, and extroverted, but can be uncommunicative and taciturn. He is a slow, careful thinker.<\/em><\/p>\n

Chris \u201cNo. 3\u201d Fehn [handwriting sample]<\/p>\n

The writer can be warm, personable, and optimistic, but he has a quick temper that tends to erupt quite frequently although he tries to curb or restrain it. He likes to acquire things, but is not wasteful. He may be frugal with his money or time. He can be quite the diplomat and is able to connect things in unconventional, unusual, or creative ways.<\/em><\/p>\n

James \u201cNo. 4\u201d Root [handwriting sample]<\/p>\n

A multifaceted, versatile individual showing keen intelligence, exploratory and analytical thinking, and creative or structural abilities. He can be warm but is often guided by self-interest and self-absorption and may be overly affected by past experiences. He is a fluid thinker, culturally inclined with literary tendencies or leanings. The writer is discriminating, artistic with good color appreciation, and has a flair for showmanship. Forceful, decisive, and dynamic with a strong will, he is also tenacious and acquisitive. With his array of talents and drives, he has the potential to reach his goals, but he needs to stay centered and focused as there is some scattering of energies.<\/em><\/p>\n

Mick \u201cNo. 7\u201d Thompson [handwriting sample]<\/p>\n

Poised, personable, modest, and generous. Mechanical aptitude, investigative ability, rhythm and timing show up in his writing. Definitely an optimist, he is curious and expansive and likes to see the big picture, leaving the day-to-day mundane details to others.<\/em><\/p>\n

Corey \u201cNo. 8\u201d Taylor [handwriting sample]<\/p>\n

This is an individual who is level-headed and at the same time warm and emotionally responsive. He is creative and imaginative and shows intuition and musical aptitude, making him a fine interpretive artist. The qualities of frankness, honesty, broadmindedness, and tolerance are present in the writing. He definitely needs a stimulating environment, and there is a strong desire for variety and change. The writer is dependable and takes pride in his work and accomplishment. Pride is sometimes excessive, bordering on vanity.<\/em><\/p>\n

All of the writers show poise, stage presence, some degree of sensuousness, creativity, color appreciation, and strong drives. Energy, directness, and intense feelings are evident also.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Published in\u00a0Alternative Press\u00a0magazine \u201cYou keep a baboon caged up for 24 years and then let him out upon the world, he\u2019s got some shit to work out.\u201d \u2014Joey Jordison Joey\u2019s just told me that Fred Durst \u201cmight fuckin\u2019 die\u201d for calling Slipknot fans \u201cfat and ugly\u201d\u2014because, Fred, there are two things you don\u2019t mess with: […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=359"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":411,"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359\/revisions\/411"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnpecorelli.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}