The Anger Management tour rolled though Lexington, KY last night, and boy what a time to get some counseling from Dr. Durst and his colleagues.

DMX spit through his set of infectious rhymes and gangsta overtones with relative ease. The 20,000+ people in attendance seemed to have no problems rapping right along to even some of the most complicated lyrics. It seemed as though we were all invited to a private party with DMX and his enormous entourage, and I even managed to score an invite to share a HiC with the lyrical genius backstage. I love my job.

Godsmack was fuckin' amazing. It was the first time that I have ever been fortunate enough to see them live and it won't be my last. Sully led the crowd through the invigorating set and even invited the veteran Godsmack fans to help the newcomers along with the lyrics so they wouldn't be left out on the sing-a-long festivities. They shook the foundation of the historic Rupp Arena to the point at which I thought the building would crumble at any moment--and then they stopped. Then in one quick statement, an almost epic whisper in comparison, Sully informed the crowd that they were going to leave the stage now--so Limp Bizkit could "keep rollin' rollin' rollin'." Rollin'? Oh yeah, Limp did more than that.

If you try to breathe in all of the excitement of a Limp Bizkit show, you can almost forget about the actual music--almost. A 50ft Transformer-like robot cleared the path to the stage for the band and then quietly sat there looking on, as if it were there for protection. But tonight, the robot sat silent because Limp needed no protection from this crowd. The packed crowd at Rupp made it very clear that they had nothing but love for Limp Bizkit--and Limp went to edge of extreme to return the sentiment. I watched the band for many minutes puzzled, trying to place in my mind what exactly it is that makes Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit. It wasn't until I turned around and looked back into the crowd that it hit me. All eyes fixated on the stage, and all lips moving in unison--boundaries of race, sex, whatever--all thrown aside for a few moments--a common unity of fans--Limp Bizkit fans. That is what Limp Bizkit is all about--their fans.

One fan in particular, Stefan, who had seen Limp Bizkit three times prior, decided at this show that he wasn't going to watch from the upper arena this time. He bought floor tix from a scalper and fought his way through the crowd to see the band from a vantage point that he had always dreamed of. But what he didn't know what that he was going to have the vantage point of a lifetime--an invite by Fred Durst to come on stage. He danced with Durst, he sang with Durst, and with a little encouragement from Durst--he jumped--some 10 feet into the crowd. It is truly wonderful to see a rock star overlook their ego to give back to the fans that made them. Not a problem for Limp--they are much too humble to have an ego.