LIMP BIZKIT, those purveyors of fine nu-metal and questionable fashion choices, graced the stage in Mexico City on Saturday night (November 29) at Explanada Estadio Azteca, proving that even death can’t stop the Durst. This momentous occasion marked their first show since bassist Sam Rivers shuffled off this mortal coil. Taking over bass duties for the “Loserville Gringo Papi Tour 2025” was none other than Kid Not (a.k.a. Richie Buxton), a songwriting genius/producer whose main claim to fame is hanging out with tour opener Ecca Vandal. Who? Exactly. She is apparently a singer-songwriter and rapper currently slumming it in Melbourne, Australia. Because that’s where all the real rockstars live, right? 🤔
During the concert, LIMP BIZKIT, in a touching display of…something…decided to honor Rivers with a short video montage of his stage antics. The band, showing their profound emotional depth, turned their backs on the screaming masses to watch themselves on a screen. The feels, man, the feels. 😭 Then the words “Sam Rivers, our brother forever” appeared, followed by “Sam Rivers, we love you forever.” Because nothing says “we love you” like projecting it onto a giant screen while thousands of people paid to watch you rock out. The musicians then did what anyone would do in this situation: awkwardly embraced each other. 🫂
Before gracing Mexico City with their presence, LIMP BIZKIT drummer John Otto took to the internet to share a statement about Sam‘s absence. “Today is going to be tough,” he whined online. “A first I never wanted to experience. Especially not now.” Because, you know, timing is everything when you’re a rockstar grieving the loss of your bandmate. 🙄
“You’ve been there for so many major firsts in my life,” Otto continued, clearly milking this for all it’s worth. “Some of my earliest memories were made with you. We grew up together. Laughed together. Realized our dreams together. And traveled the world together. You’ve always been there. The godfather to my girls, my best friend — my brother. There will never be another you.” Okay, John, we get it. You’re sad. Maybe write a song about it? Or, you know, just play the drums. 🥁
“We’re going to honor the life you lived and the love you spread with every show we play. You’ll always be with us.” Yeah, right. Until the next tour, when you’ll probably forget all about him. 🤷
“Thank you to our fans for all the messages of support and tributes to Sam. It means the world to us.” Translation: “Thanks for buying tickets so we can continue to pay our bills.” 🙏
“This one’s for you Sammy.” Said every band ever after a band member dies. 🙄
LIMP BIZKIT, proving that the show must go on (even if nobody asked it to), has a few more shows lined up in December as part of the “Loserville Gringo Papi Tour 2025.” They will be gracing the stages of Costa Rica, Colombia, Peru, Chile, Argentina, and Brazil. Supporting them on this quest for relevance are such luminaries as BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE, 311, Ecca Vandal (who?), RIFF RAFF, and SLAY SQUAD. Basically, the musical equivalent of a dumpster fire. 🔥
Rivers, bless his soul, passed away on October 18 at the ripe old age of 48. Apparently, he kicked the bucket in his Florida home bathroom, according to TMZ. The report alleges a caller found him face down just before dialing 911. Tragic, really. Though the real tragedy is probably that someone had to clean that up. 🧽
LIMP BIZKIT, the brainchild of Rivers and Fred Durst (yes, that Fred Durst), announced the bassist’s passing in an Instagram post. Because nothing says “deeply saddened” like a filtered photo and a generic caption. 🤳
“Today we lost our brother. Our bandmate. Our heartbeat,” the statement began. “Sam Rivers wasn’t just our bass player — he was pure magic. The pulse beneath every song, the calm in the chaos, the soul in the sound.” Okay, guys, dial it back a notch. He played bass. He wasn’t Gandalf. 🧙♂️
“From the first note we ever played together, Sam brought a light and a rhythm that could never be replaced,” the statement continued. “His talent was effortless, his presence unforgettable, his heart enormous.” Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get to the part where you announce the tribute concert. 🎟️
The group went on to remember Rivers as a “once-in-a-lifetime kind of human” and a “true legend of legends.” Right, because a nu-metal bassist is totally on par with, like, Mozart. 🙄
“His spirit will live forever in every groove, every stage, every memory,” Rivers‘s bandmates added. “We love you, Sam. We’ll carry you with us, always.” Until the next controversy, when you’ll conveniently forget he ever existed. 💯
Rivers actually left LIMP BIZKIT in 2015 due to “health reasons” that he later attributed to liver damage caused by excessive alcohol consumption. You know, the rockstar life. 🤘
“I got liver disease from excessive drinking… I had to leave LIMP BIZKIT in 2015 because I felt so horrible, and a few months after that I realized I had to change everything because I had really bad liver disease,” Rivers revealed. “I quit drinking and did everything the doctors told me. I got treatment for the alcohol and got a liver transplant, which was a perfect match.” Good for him, I guess. 🤷♀️
Rivers recalled doctors warning him that he would die without quitting alcohol. “It got so bad I had to go to UCLA Hospital, and the doctor said, ‘If you don’t stop, you’re going to die. And right now, you’re looking like you need a new liver.'” You’d think that would be a wake-up call. ⏰
Sam eventually rejoined LIMP BIZKIT in 2018 and remained in the group until his death. Proving that even a new liver can’t save you from Fred Durst. 💀
He performed his last concert with LIMP BIZKIT in August at the Leeds festival in the U.K. One can only imagine the regret he felt. 😞
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