Prelude to a Lick

by Scott Hefflon
Editor/Publisher/Etc.
illustration by David Coscia

Well, we’re back… We’ve tried a little something different in this, our first issue of 1995. Since we were expanding anyway, we thought we’d do some kind of love thing. What it actually turned out to be was all of our freelance staff realizing that they had either nothing at all to say on the topic, or at least nothing positive. Tempers flared, fingers were pointed, names were called, no one got laid. Seems rather pointless then, huh?

Besides the love thing, we’ve brought back a few of the old columns we haven’t printed in a while, as well as introducing a slew of new ones. We’re actually covering some semi-journalistic topics. This ought to be interesting.

One interesting change has been going on that greatly affects your reading of this publication. Our turn-over rate is phenomenal. As the booking agents in Boston bounce around, so do our ever-verbose reviewers. Getting caught up in typical Gen X loser jobs, actually trying to focus on school for a change, or just plain lethargy are some of the many excuses as to why our prolific staff is putzing around. Our ex-Art Director’s house burned down, so that was one excuse even I had to accept. On the other hand, we’ve got some new folks in our staff list. I’m very pleased to introduce them to the reading public. Ranters, fiction writers, artists, photographers, designers, and a number of knowledgeable music writers from diverse backgrounds. I’m just wondering how long it’ll be ’til we burn them out, too. Me? I’m addicted to making this baby bigger, meaner, faster, and wilder. I’ll be here (I mean, right here – behind this computer spitting out inane ramblings) ’til the supernova occurs. When that burn-out happens, I’ll be submitting obscure love poetry about flowers and shit to all the wanker lit. journals from my lean-to in the mountains. ‘Til then…

Do you consider yourself a writer? How about artwork? Perhaps dabbling in photography? Any skills in lay out – computer or paste-up? Can you stuff envelopes like there’s no tomorrow? In other words, are you hogging some wondrous gifts you’d like to share? We can always use the help and we’ve got enough free crap to fill a dinky office. Afterwards, put us on your resume and actually get paid to do this stuff. That’d make one of us.

Lick me.