"We’re in it now, dude!” says Jacoby Shaddix, happily walking along a Los Angeles sidewalk with a full plate of street tacos, a sugary Mexican bottle of Coke in his hand. He’s here with the rest of his band, Papa Roach, all of them celebrating the end of another work day with an impromptu meal.
A few minutes ago, Jacoby was just another customer in line for food, but then a little girl ahead of him looked up at the singer with the tall, spiky brown hair, the face tattoos and chains around his neck. She was with her family, and told her dad this guy behind them looked like a rock star. “Actually, that’s my gig,” Jacoby admitted, when asked by her astonished parents. “I sing for Papa Roach.”
