FRED DURST IS A TWIT(TER)
Thursday, February 26th, 2009 at 4:23pm by Axl Rosenberg
Do I rag on Fred Durst too much? Guess what? I don’t really care! It amuses me and it’s a slow news day.
SO. I’m new to this whole Twitter thing. Vince signed us up and I’ve tweeted (Christ typing that makes me feel like a ree-ree) a few times, but it’s not really for me.
But I am really, really enjoying following Fred Durst on Twitter. His tweets – which range from star fucking to philosophical to just plain weird – are as poetic and deep as his lyrics. If you don’t believe me, check out some of my favorite samples after the jump. And remember, kids, this is all real – I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.

I saw Cold open for Marilyn Manson once. Even though it was a good month after Halloween (I recall only because it was Thanksgiving weekend), guitarist Terry Balsucko wore a Michael Meyers mask the whole set and stood almost perfectly still, hunched over his guitar as though he should be in the belfry at Notre Dame; vocalist Scooter Ward stood at the lip of the stage, smoking a cigarette and remaining otherwise completely stationary; and drummer Sam McCandless’ hair was dyed to look like a cheetah’s fur.
Fuck Wes Borland, and fuck everyone who supported this lying sack of shit.
I had the displeasure of seeing Dope live once (don’t ask). They were playing at Don Hill’s, a club here in NYC that holds about 300 people, and, to my surprise, they actually managed to pack the place pretty full. So after the band before them concluded their set, Dope kept the crowd waiting for 45 minutes while their roadies set up elaborate stage dressing fit for an arena show: extra platforms and a new PA system and lighting rig (I guess the house systems weren’t good enough for the band) and giant wooden backdrops and a chain link fence (!) and who the fuck knows what else. This kind of shit really isn’t necessary for a small club gig, but it might have been forgivable had the band come out and rocked the kids’ faces off; instead, they came out and played for… 45 minutes. To repeat: the band played for as long as they kept the crowd waiting for them to play. In hindsight, it seems clear that all the rigmarole was really because without the fancy lights and props, the band knew they didn’t have much to offer.





















