Lollipop Magazine

Sex & Drugs & Rock ‘n Roll – Banned in Boston – Rant

September 1, 1994

Sex & Drugs & Rock ‘n Roll are supposed to go hand-in-hand, but what about here in New England, home of the Puritans?

Sausage – with Rollins Band and Helmet at The Wallace Center – Review

September 1, 1994

Free-form jam sessions full of awe-inspiring bass work, Todd Huth’s drifting, sonic maelstrom, and lively chops from drummer Jay Lane.

Rollins Band – with Sausage and Helmet at The Wallace Center – Review

September 1, 1994

Barefoot and spewing liquid from pores and mouth, King Henry led his super tight band and the pit through a monster set.

Paramour Erotic Reading – at Kingston Gallery – Review

September 1, 1994

Amelia Copeland and Corwin Ericson, Paramour’s Publisher and Managing Editor, respectively, read a raucous and shamelessly crass piece together.

Mother Tongue – at Local 186 – Review

September 1, 1994

Speed/funk riffing and slap-pop bass is cartwheeling about to a nearly continuous drum roll. The vocals mutate from chillin’ rap to hardcore bellows.

Love/Hate – with Bad Mother Seed at The Rat – Review

September 1, 1994

Singer Jizzy Pearl dropped a few gallons of sweat. The rest of the band kept it tight and heavy, playing fiercely as the small but fanatical crowd sang along.

The Tooth Tree – Fiction

September 1, 1994

He really wanted to just yank it out and wake up the next morning to see how much money the Tooth Fairy had left him, but he knew that would hurt…

Burning Desires – Part III – Column

September 1, 1994

It was eerily similar to a place in my hometown, except the degenerates there were my oldest and dearest friends, and these degenerates were complete strangers.

Broken Shutter Beach – Fiction

September 1, 1994

Victor, You’re stupid and you have broken your poet. Maybe you should come with Jasper. To the island. No shutters ever get fixed but a lot of poets do. -June

Prelude to a Lick – Column

September 1, 1994

You think I’m running this show, but Lollipop is just an excuse for a bunch of speeding kamikazes to shake out the contents of their brains on a piece of paper.