Many popular videos are instantly dismissed upon their release and used as a joke crutch for the rest of time. That's not very nice you guys. The Visceralist has a soft spot for lulz-wave classic "Nookie" by Limp Bizkit. More from him here.
As aggravating as it is to everyone involved, sometimes you're right to be preemptively defensive about your personal tastes. Some unpopular things are fucking worth it. Limp Bizkit isn't one of these things, but I'll be goddamned if they don't make for a decent bloggy cudgel in this regard. And yeah, we all know, dude throws the same "and I'm the only one..." cadence in every song, but damn, this North-Florida bolo found a way to make millions off that shit. And you mad. So here's why you're wrong, as evidenced by a fantastic analysis of the video for their best song, "."
As aggravating as it is to everyone involved, sometimes you're right to be preemptively defensive about your personal tastes. Some unpopular things are fucking worth it. Limp Bizkit isn't one of these things, but I'll be goddamned if they don't make for a decent bloggy cudgel in this regard. And yeah, we all know, dude throws the same "and I'm the only one..." cadence in every song, but damn, this North-Florida bolo found a way to make millions off that shit. And you mad. So here's why you're wrong, as evidenced by a fantastic analysis of the video for their best song, "."
0:00 - Ok, so yeah they only got signed to a major (Universal) on the strength of a - which is trifling, but shit, YOLO, so get it how you get it. Anyway, "Nookie" is a cheapy video by major label standards. The camera filter probably cost more than all of the extras combined.
0:31 - Durst "directed" this shit with his ego-maniacal ass, and it shows. He is all in the video. He did do a solid job of synching his diddy-boppin-through-the-streets scenes with the beat tho.
0:33 - First shot of Wes Borland, who's also pop-lockin to the beat. So, ok, I'll just come out and say it, Wes-dawg and his costumes and his variable guitar tunings were the only thing giving this band any kind of legitimacy. Apologies in advance for using this lazy trope, but he was the Andre 3000 to Durst-dawg's Big Boi. But only sorta. Borland's solo and side project stuff is an offense to both the bass and treble clef and it's clear that Durst-dawg was an indefatigable fixer, sculpting WB's indulgences into something one could happily diddy-bop to. And it worked!
0:48 - So this is the crux of the song. Durst's gf fucked one of his friends and he still stayed with her because her pussy was a great piece of pussy. Apparently this really happened to dude in real life. Now, this scenario is some serious shit that sometimes drives people to kill people. That he was able to flip that into millions is pretty ill, and you know that. And you mad.
1:01 - "Should I be feeling bad?" - "No." - "Should I be feeling good?" - "No." Fucking hilarious.
1:20 - First appearance of the hook. Catchy as fuck, which isn't a bad thing! You mad.
2:24 - That's a hot fire shot of Wes gettin' it in.
2:34 - Durst has the Durst-alikes on deck. In point of fact, he did this shit before Eminem dressed all those Midwestern bolos up in white t-shirts for "The Real Slim Shady" . And while we're talking about behind-the-scenes music biz shit, Durst got a job as SVP of A&R at Interscope on the strength of (a) LB's first album "Three Dollar Bill Y'all" and (b) discovering Staind (they have hits for days too, btw, but that's another blog post). This was back in 1997. And that's prolly like 70-80k a year. But he still stayed on his grind and now look. Sex tapes and everything. Let this bald man live!
3:00 - Hey Kool-aid!
3:19 - Even tragic-artist-ass Wes is feeling this shit! Jumpin' around like a damn club kid.
3:40 - Durst actually edited in the audio from the impromptu, gender-segregated audience you see here. It was nothing if not a heady precursor to the "Yo, bruh..." era we currently find ourselves in.
3:59 - This is the pose of a man who knows he won so fucking hard. You mad.
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