To tell you the truth, I'm not really a fan of this "new metal," or whatever you want to call it. I have nothing against rap — Will Smith sounds pretty bitchin' after six or seven Coronas — but metal is special. You don't mess with a perfect art form. Call me a purist, but that's just the way I am.
Then my little brother sent me Limp Bizkit's "Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water" for my birthday. "Hey, one listen to this and you'll forget that Geritol-chuggin' Rob Halford," he wrote. "This is the bomb!"
I didn't care if it was a scud missile, I'd just as soon toss it in the trash (unburnable, of course). But as a joke, I gave it to my man Toshi, telling him it was the new side project of Vince Neil. He called me back and said, "It's like . . . ," and suddenly went quiet. Man, I thought, it must be good.