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And as the band gained more success—like, suddenly I didn't have to carry anything or tune my guitars—I had more resources for stage outfits, and I started thinking about the show all the time. PART II THE BELIEVER: On TV you seem to have two personas. The polite, uncomfortable guy on camera feels different than the bunny monster, whose energy is both very aggressive and very engaged. WES BORLAND: It's what allows me to have that power. And I've noticed that the more elaborate the costumes got over the years, the more they developed into characters, the more I felt like someone else. It's like pulling on a shirt, but having the Superman symbol underneath. There is also a very different character I have in Black Light Burns, my other band. I grow my hair and mustache out, and wax the mustache and then paint it on even bigger. I'll wear period clothing that looks like Bill the Butcher. But in that band I'm the singer, so I don't wear any contact lenses, because I feel that takes the audience away from me.
Just some dude. His name is, like, Jerry. He waits for Prince to wink at him, runs over, and holds him up while he shreds. The best part is at the end of the song, when Prince hurls his guitar into the air and you never see it again. Turns out there's another guy whose job it is to catch his fucking guitar when he throws it up into the air, which he does regularly. That is so fucking cool. I heard that Prince just pops in like a purple cloud at venues in Minneapolis and decides if he wants to jam with the band. He'll just be ready to go, no questions asked—Prince could go onstage and just shred along to "Stoned and Starving" by Parquet Courts. That would never happen but it would be fuckin' badass. What is your life motto? Something that people would get tattooed on their body, how about: "Life is like a box of chocolates. I can't believe I'm having a panic attack. " Do you believe in ghosts? Sure. They're around, fuckin' bastards. Maybe some are nice. I think it's everybody's dream to be able to haunt someone.
It was wild but it worked. I made up vocals on the spot! We never took time to consider friendships, that wasn't part of it. It was just about the magic that happened when we were together … none of us were ever friends. " Elsewhere in the chat, Durst laments that his music came to define a generation of jocks: "I always wanted my lyrics to be for people who felt maybe like I did, for victims. I should have made it more blatantly obvious because some of our audience and our fans were not those people. They were the nemesis, they were the opposite, they were the people that I despised and if I change anything it would probably be to make things a little more clear about where I was coming from, trying to segregate the bullies from the victims. The irony of my life is on a stupendous level. " At least he's got a little self awareness, eh? Still, I find it fascinating that none of those guys were ever friends… it's a tacit admission that they teamed up and stayed together for the sole purpose of making money, which makes sense, I s'pose.
And I don't think that's necessarily fair. "