By Roy Kasten
By Kris Wernowsky
By Chaz Kangas
By Joseph Hess
By Julie Seabaugh
By Mike Appelstein
By Rachel Brodsky
By Kelsey McClure
Description: Greek goddess of love, beauty, desire and fertility. She was also vain, jealous and impulsive (read: slutty).
Pop manifestations: Madonna, Britney, Christina, Beyoncé, Faith Hill, Shania Twain and almost every woman associated with hip-hop or on MTV. Beauty is their most obvious quality. Another is their willingness to exploit the age-old "Madonna/ whore" dichotomy, which is today more commonly described as the "lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets" split. Pop Aphrodites have as many high-profile affairs as their man-eating namesake, both with fellow divines (Madonna and Sean Penn, Beyoncé and Jay-Z) and commoners (Madonna and Britney with their dancing himbos).
Description: Handsome, dull god associated with philosophy, law, healing, reason and technical proficiency in music.
Pop manifestations: Humorless male artists with Important Messages, such as Sting, Chuck D, Michael Stipe, Don Henley and Scott Stapp; also guitar wankers such as Yngwie Malmsteen, Steve Vai and Joe Satriani, and all smooth jazz.
Description: Zeus' favorite daughter, the Greek goddess of wisdom, severe beauty and noble war, among other things.
Pop manifestations: Combative female artists with something to say, including Ani DiFranco, Nina Simone, PJ Harvey, Joni Mitchell and Avril Lavigne. Liz Phair was once an Athena disguised as an Aphrodite; now she's the reverse.
Description: God of drunkenness, ecstasy, mindlessly losing yourself in the moment -- in short, "partying."
Pop manifestations: Lil' Jon and crunk music are Dionysus incarnate. Hair metal was also Dionysus music, as was ABBA, disco, funk, Jerry Lee Lewis, Todd Snider, Little Richard, James Brown, the Beastie Boys, Andrew W.K., the Darkness and most music out of New Orleans. If you've ever puked to it, it's probably Dionysus music. Jim Morrison was an Apollo posing as a Dionysus.
Description: Male god of love.
Description: God of death and the underworld.
Description: Former beauty who wound up a snake-haired monster whose gaze turned men to stone.
Pop manifestations: Unstable women who upset men, such as Karen O, Pink, Alanis Morissette, Stevie Nicks and Tori Amos. Also, wrecked beauties such as Carlene Carter. And Michael Jackson, whose gaze turns me to stone.
Description: Cause of all the trouble in the world.
Description: Lord of the gods, king of kings, master of the universe. Had his pick of the women and liked to hurl lightning bolts from above at the foolish mortals below.
Pop manifestations: All big boss men: Muddy Waters, Bob Wills, Hank Williams, Ray Charles, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, Elvis Presley, Kurt Cobain, Bob Marley, Frank Sinatra, Miles Davis, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson -- you get the picture. -- John Nova Lomax
Questions 3: Hilary Duff
If you are an adult, it is in very bad taste to be attracted to sixteen-year-old Hilary Duff, and it's in even worse taste to be attracted to her music. Nonetheless, there is nothing wrong with being attracted to her celebrity, for the very words "Hil Duff" to send shivers down your spine. Now a "triple-threat" television, movie and recording-industry star, she has joined an elite group that also includes Queen Latifah, Will Smith, Alyssa Milano and Jennifer Love Hewitt. Hil spoke to B-Sides recently about politics, celebrity and her archrival, Lindsay Lohan, during a rare 450-second chunk of free time.
The Riverfront Times: If you were old enough to vote, would you vote Democrat or Republican?
Hilary Duff:Wow! Such a direct question. I'm so busy, so I don't know, really. But Britney Spears said she would support whoever's in office, and I like that.
Who's your bestest celebrity friend?
That's such a weird question! I really stay away from that. I don't go out and party. That stuff seems so superficial. I'm not a part of the Hollywood "cool" crowd. I mean, if you talked to any of them they might think I'm kind of rude or standoffish, but I really just like to hang out with my friends.
In Richard Roeper's article forEsquire entitled "The Jailbait Dilemma," he asks if "ogling tweeners make us dirty old men." Where do you come down on this issue?
I saw that! There's the big, weird caricature of me. I don't really know the answer; I'm not a middle-aged man. I guess some people like different things. But I think I'm a good girl compared to Lindsay Lohan, and I probably dress like a normal sixteen-year-old. I don't think I'm always trying to show off my boobs and butt like some people. -- Ben Westhoff
The naming of rock bands has taken some strange turns of late. You've got that whole emo non sequitur/Mad Lib thing that's so easy to parody -- Autumn of My Radio, Leaves in the Ocean, It's a Mahogany Future and the like are simple to come up with. Geography is also a current popular trend in band-naming, and here you can find dozens of map-based doozies: Submersion of Japan, Mexico in Flames and Normal, Ohio are but three films that happen to be great would-be band names in this new wave of atlas-based band nomenclature.
But one genre has always stayed true to its roots. One genre doesn't pussyfoot around with slippery mental images, twee irony or stupid maps, unless they be of the infernal regions. I speak, of course, of metal.
I took the names of some death metal bands and made them into a few horrific haikus. My only guidelines were to follow the basic rules of haiku (five syllables first line, seven the second and five the third) and to incorporate at least one band's name in each line. With a couple of exceptions, I didn't use the same band name twice. Feast your puny eyes on these, mortal humans! Carve them into your skin with rusty blades!
(Crap, looking at these I see I cheated a little on the syllable count -- but hey, I'm not Japanese, and all I had to work with were the names of death-metal bands. Cut me some slack, haiku dorks! By the way, all band names are italicized.)
It's the end of all
My forever is forgotten
I'm so far from Jane.
The divine empire impaled!
Statues cry bleeding!
This dying fetus,
From a second story window,
hurled into the moat.
Taste my hemlock
and you'll suffokate. Death Do Us Part
The Arnolfini Marriage
Mr. Hinkus was
Set ablaze by anal blasts.
High misery index!
She's six feet under,
gored by the Vampire Mooose, torn
Apart by horses. I Want You!
Join or die, Pinhed!
Cerebral rot won't save you
the final burden.
My macabre meat shits,
my colon's misery signals,
steak's immortal remains.
Elimination No. 2, A Variation on a Theme
They are shed for you
anal blast meat shits burning
issue from my guts
"Kill the client!"
was my dire incantation,
his crimson massacre. -- John Nova Lomax