
I recently listened to a raw and heartfelt 15 minute “steam of consciousness” podcast called “Transparency” that Fred Durst posted (yes the Limp Bizkit guy) on Twitter and it was actually pretty interesting.
For the record, I’ve always thought Fred was a good business man and am a fan of some of some of his music, but after a while he began to grate on my nerves with the “everybody hates me, why do they hate me, wait until one day when people hate you attitude.” All in all though, I think he’s a cool cat. After all, I dug a lot of his lyrics because I felt the same way and it was nice to see someone else felt the way I did at a certain point in my life. I felt connected.
He started the podcast off by speaking about how he tends to keep most his thoughts to himself and that he had a lot of things weighing on him. In the past he’d utilize his “Tyler Durden” persona “Fred Durst from Limp Bizkit” to channel his thoughts, but is currently without an outlet.
One of the things he was irritated with, although he said he’s treated other celebrities the same way in the past, were fans that come up to him and say certain things. He mentioned a few. “Hey, did you actually sleep with Britney Spears?” “Hey brah, where’s your red cap?” or his least favorite “Hey Fred, I used to really like your music!”
He went on to tell a story about how he embarrassed himself with a couple celebrities. Something that he had not told anyone except for a few friends, but that it has weighed on him over the years.
He went to a premiere of the movie Rock Star and met Jennifer Aniston. She was with Brad Pitt at the time and mentioned how he was a big fan of Brad and she said that Brad was a big Bizkit fan and that they should totally meet. She invited him to a bar after party where Brad and some close friends would be. He agreed and said he ended up getting to the bar really late, but still showed up. The bar was empty except for the Bar tender, so he ordered a couple drinks. He felt like he’d been punked and was pretty pissed about it. Then, someone came out of a closed door and asked if he was Fred. He said yeah, and was lead to a small private after party.
He said hi to Jennifer and was introduced to Brad Pitt. They were really nice and down to earth. After a few drinks someone was passing around a bong. He didn’t smoke weed (he claims) but didn’t want to be rude so he took a hit. Or as he said, a big hit. All of a sudden he felt very strange and most of the night was a black out.
What he does remember is a moment in the night when the song “Feel Like Making Love” came on. He was standing up with Jennifer Aniston in a headlock with his right arm and Brad in a headlock in his left arm while yelling at the top of his lungs “FEEL LIKE MAKING LOOOOOVVVEE!”
That’s about all he said he remembered and was totally ashamed about how he acted that night. One of as he says “many such night’s I’m ashamed of.”
Years later he was visiting the set of a film that a friend of his was producing and it was Mr. and Mrs. Smith. He didn’t know who was in it, but saw Brad on set and asked if he could have a word with him. They went outside and Fred apologized for that night. Brad said “No way dude, that was AWESOME!” Fred stated that he yet again apologized because he really felt that Brad was just trying to be nice and make him feel better.
Brad sounds like a classy guy and Fred sounds like he needs to think about seeing a psychiatrist. I’d love to meet Fred one day. Hopefully his new outlet of expression will help him get through some of the things that have been weighing on him over the years. We all have them.
