I just sat there and smoked cigarettes outside, and was like, "You guys will figure it out." [Security] were just so fucking freaked out. Finally, they come up to me, and I'm like, "Here's the deal, I've won a fucking Grammy. It's so heartbreaking that it's so hard for you fucks to figure it out." After about 25 minutes at every door, they let me in everywhere. It's great walking down the red carpet, and having people go, "What is this thing?"
We've done this before. It's so funny listening to them talk. I like to ruin everyone's day. When they walk the red carpet, all of a sudden there's a clown in a $2,000 suit. We just want to let everyone know, "I don't know what you think of Slipknot. I don't really fucking care. But we aren't going anywhere. I'm right here, right now in your face, and you didn't think so. You're not safe."
When I was rolling through security, first you have these idiot punk fucks — moronic, scared, non-competent people. They were assholes. The kids and the lower security — people taking your ticket or whatever — everyone knew who I am and think it's badass. They're real fans and the real workers of the night. They're not getting awards, they're giving out Cokes. The high-up security people and the cops too. The real cops with the real guns would be like, "Aw, can't wait for the new album, man." As the enemy is all around, the secret society is right next to them.
The Grammys are nothing but achievement for me, man. It's hard to ignore the work of this little band from Iowa called Slipknot. You can't fuck with our work — you just can't. Who's doing it bigger and better? Sure, pop bands have millions of dollars in production, we don't need all that. We're a war onstage. I have gentlemen in tuxedos that are 70 years old coming to say congratulations. I have no idea who they are, but they're watching.
It's kind of a ridiculous thing. Best metal performance? Whatever that means. It's so funny, you got all these shitheels that play on tape there. Got their panties up their ass, and all these fucking fruitcakes doing whatever. Best metal performance? Whatever. It should be best band in the fucking solar system for us. I'm pretty sure that it's our time again this year. On our third record when we won it was the same thing. We worked our asses off. Whoever does win deserves it.
When we won in 2006, I lost my father three or four months prior. I was just in a zone. I feel like he had something to do with it. It was a nice way of ending any sort of ceremony. I pulled it in. It was just what I needed. My wife bought me a piano, and I keep my Grammy there. I'd like to think of a long line of great songwriters that achieved what their dream is, their art. I use that as an inspiration. It reminds me of hard work and digging in.