By Bob Ruggiero
By Hilary Hughes
By Peter Gerstenzang
By David R. Adler
By Devon Maloney
By Brian McManus
By Jessica Hopper
By Harley Oliver Brown
Bye Bye Bipolar
I bet the fat fuck in 'N Sync is real glad the band inked that deal with Mickey Dhe probably averages a half-dozen Big Macs a day, I said to myself while band plus arm candy strolled down the red carpet at the MTV Video Music Awards last Thursday. Those of us outside Radio City Music Hall had already been treated to Papa Roach's rap-metal generics, and the kids fenced in across the street loved itthey were a real eclectic bunch, made as much noise for Britney as they did for Rage. Other vanguards of popular culture whom MTV marched down the runway were Survivor's Richard Hatch (thankfully, little Richard was tucked safely away in a pair of slacks), Slater from Saved by the Bell, many talented models, and 98 Degrees. MTV had announced that Napster CEO Shawn Fanning would be making a cameo, so as you can imagine, the vibrations in the reporters' cage became frighteningly frantic when they dangled Metallica's Lars Ulrich before us. "I'm trying to ask a serious question," one scribe in an astronaut suit frothed. A heated argument broke out between a cameraman and an MTV stool pigeon, culminating in something like, "If you don't obey the boundaries for televised media you'll never shoot at an MTV event again." "Fuck you," the cameraman dully responded, edging closer to the danger zone.
Back at press headquarters, where we were fed soggy subs, "Oops! . . . I did it again" became a different sort of catchphrase, as sweaty turkey and heaps of onions fucked with our excited gastrointestinal tracts. This foul portion of the evening was designed for us to grill what the moderator referred to as "the talent." While we sat in folding chairs and watched the show on TV monitors, MTV would bring in the talentthe Rock, Shawn Fanning, and Kate Hudson, among others. Early on it was announced Robert De Niro and Ricky Martin wouldn't be doing any press. Boy did that fuck me, I really wanted to pick De Niro's brain about Sisqó's "Thong Song." The session with the Rock more than made up for that, though. We learned that he does enjoy a few chocolate chip cookies a week (I always suspected that anyway), andare you sitting for this?he believes that the best thing you can do for your workout is to have fun with it. Napster's Shawn Fanning continued with his veneer of courage. Were you nervous about going onstage in a Metallica T-shirt? "Of course; I'm glad it's over." How much would you say you're worth? The Shawnster bolted for the exit. Macy Gray poked her head in for a little post-afro-pubic spoof Q&A. When asked if she was agitated by the Wayans brothers' skit, she delicately said, "I gotta gun, you know, if I get too upset." The whole Bush Upset really epitomized MTV, backslapping while backstabbing. It's like the Nike slogan campaign, "Love the Summer/Hate the Summer," "Love the Shoe/Hate the Shoe." Rage Against the Machine probably really hate MTVjust ask bassist Timothy Cummerford, who smashed his bass onstage and later was arrested for assaulting a cop after he climbed up a column of stacked televisions. I'd venture to say the dough from his MTV-inflated record sales will pay for his bail and a shiny new bass.
MTV really outdid themselves with the Red Hot Chili Peppers. The evening was supposed to honor the Peppers, who have been nominated for 18 music awards in their 17-year career (though they've only won three times)they won "Best Direction in a Video" for a video they didn't direct. Love MTV/Hate MTV. I don't have MTV, I want my MTV. Lorne Behrman
I Was a Golden God
Popular music has long been associated with the devil. Bluesman Robert Johnson had a hellhound on his trail, selling his 27-year-old soul for a few decades of nimble fingers. The Rolling Stones had sympathy for the devil until Altamont, where he took his due out of the band's fan base. Kid Rock is a devil without a cause. Why, then, is his only punishment hang time with porn stars and David Allan Coe?
Simply put, pop now pays its overwrought debt to a different D: Dionysus. He was let in by Jim Morrison, a man whom Kevin Coyne was courted to replace upon the Lizard King's death. Although Coyne demurred, proceeding to release almost 40 albums solo, his career path exemplifies the decline and fall of the modern pop hedonist. He quickly went from being one of Virgin's first signings alongside Mike Oldfield ("Tubular Bells" was used in The Exorcistcreepy!) to German import status (terrifying!) in a few decades flat.
"I'd like to make a grand entrance, but I can't, certainly not in this place," Coyne said on September 1. He held court at the Knitting Factory with a minimal backing band. James Jupee Little played drum (yes, a single snare); Michael Lipton played an acoustic guitar with pedals (Dionysus loves overkill, therefore pedals). Dressed in all black, his hair a bleached white, Coyne looked a bit like Falstaff, a little like a Weeble-Wobble, and a lot like Morrison would have had he reached age 56. Obviously, Dionysusall that ambrosia, excess, cigaretteshas earned an aggravated case of the senior-citizen blues. "There's an air of constipation about the whole thing," he said at one point.