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Now I Know Why I Wanna Hate You, Fred
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September 21, 2000 - Brad "Break Stuff" Smoley (Columnist)
A while back, on the prestigious MTV teenage popularity awards, more discretely known as the Video Music Awards, Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit swaggered up to the podium, displaying his best poor-little-angst-filled punk routine, and had a few words to say about his band. He declared Limp Bizkit "The most hated band in Rock 'n Roll", and I wasn't even aware they were nominated for that category.
The thing is, our buddy Fred here is making a terrible mistake. He's just plain wrong. I don't hate Limp Bizkit, Fred. Not at all. I hate you. That's right, you. The little guitar playing guy, with the black contacts and the face paint and the hat with the glowing red things on it... love him. He's got style, he knows what's going on. You, on the other hand Fred need to worry a little less about everybody hating your band, and maybe a little more about not being such an unbearable jackass.
"Now I know why you wanna hate me?", I'm not so sure you do, Fred.
The thing is, I don't know a damn thing about Durst, and frankly couldn't care less. I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between him and half of the punk-ass jerk offs I see walking down the street everyday that look exactly like him. At this point, whether he was emulating the style of genuinely "hard" bad asses or if the bad asses were braindead enough to emulate his style, is hard to tell.
So, is Fred truly "hard"? I don't care. But if that's the image you're going for, you better be able to back it up. When Scott Stapp, lead singer of Creed, challenged Durst to a boxing match to resolve a feud between the two celebrities, Durst responded: "The boxing match sounds like fun, but I'd rather not resort to violence." This is the same guy that at last years monumentally boring HFStival in D.C. claimed he'd "run 10 miles naked through the snow just to hit [members of LFO] in the back of the head with a wiffle ball bat". Now, are you a tough guy or not Fred? I don't like Creed, and I will never be a fan of LFO, but if you've got differences with someone why is it okay to punk them out from behind, but not face them legitimately man to man?
It's very lucky for Fred that he has talented friends. He's lucky he knows guys that can play an instrument or two. If he didn't he'd just be another punk-ass 29 year-old loser. Oh, and I guarantee he wouldn't have 14 year-old hormone crazed middle schoolers trying to jump his bones then. Then he might have some thing to actually be angry about. I mean not that being rich, selling out arenas, or hanging out at the Playboy Mansion isn't a tough gig. I'd hate to have to deal with all of that.
Of course, all of this blabbering on my part raises the question: Why do you care? If it's true that NOT CARING is worse than hating, why expend my energy on a stupid topic like this. There's two reasons really: 1) I had to write a column about something, and 2) Limp Bisquck is everywhere and I just couldn't take it anymore. Because Fred Durst's whiny bitch mouth is constantly open, I took it upon myself to take this opportunity to tell him shut the f*ck up.
Now I know why I wanna hate you. It's because you're a whiny no-talent punk-ass wannabe-hard piece of doo doo in a red cap.
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