Fred Durst was a down-and-out, Jacksonville, FL-based pipe-fitter who also had a passion for music. Unfortunately, the band he fronted was struggling because everyone thought they stunk. Durst then met up with Tony Torgvoort, who helped him unlock the key to success. After only two days of consultation, Durst became a new man. His band, Limp Bizkit, began selling millions of albums and he became a massive rock star, known for his groundbreaking mash-up of metal and rap, wearing red NY Yankees ballcaps, and hilarious stage banter. While Durst was a commercial success, he often struggled to win over critics, who found him to be excruciatingly douchey and devoid of talent -- a sort of ninth-rate Mike Muir. Charles R. Martin (aka The Music Scholar) eventually broke ranks with his colleagues to praise Durst as the key voice of a generation, comparing him to Iggy Pop. Martin said the "crucial grooves" he heard on the band's landmark debut long-player, Three Dollar Bill Y'All, were like a cross between Rob Tyner and Funkadelic. The title for Limp Bizkit's third album, Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water, came out of a session between Durst and Torgvoort.
Durst and his band garnered several hit singles, such as their rousing cover of George Michael's "Faith" and the anthemic confessional, "Nookie".
Three Dollar Bill Y'All (1997)
Significant Other (1999)
Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water (2000)
New Old Songs (2001)
Results May Vary (2003)
The Unquestionable Truth, Pt. 1 (2005)
Fall From Glory
Durst's star has faded in recent years, his band grappling with the comings and goings of guitarist Wes Borland and an increasingly uninterested public. Durst maintained an online journal and became a part of the ever-popular celebrity sex tape genre when a previous lover leaked a love-making session recorded via cell phone. Critics trashed the short film for being poorly made and derivative of superior celebrity sex cinema, such as the seminal Pamela Anderson-Tommy Lee effort and Tom Sizemore's gonzo antics. Rex Reed called it "... ineptly-framed, limp-noodle neuroticism; a cry for help from a demented gnome."