Lollipop Magazine

Upside Down Guitar Man in the Land of the Rising Sun – Fiction

May 1, 1995

The police picked me up in Ginza, the expensive shopping district, for playing my guitar upside down on the street. None of the officers spoke English.

The Sirens of Cyber – Column

May 1, 1995

Music as a subject still lags a distant second behind sex as a topic of communication on the Net. The information superhighway is paved with male ejaculate.

The Culture Bunker – Goes To New York – Part Two: The Second Part- Fiction

May 1, 1995

There are few things quite as electric as the last few moments before a live broadcast, although urinating on a malfunctioning power generator comes close.

The Bed – Fiction

May 1, 1995

She gave him a look that had him pointing north. She pulled him down to the ground. “We will call this laying down together, and this place we will call a bed.”

How to Start Your Own Zine – Part III: Schleppin’ Wolf – Fiction

May 1, 1995

While following the Pekinese on his morning rounds, they learned, through parables, the three primary steps of distribution: The sniff, the drop, and the bark.

Idle Chatter – Column

May 1, 1995

Dennis Miller Live is continuing proof of the existence of smart topical comedy, even though I’m not willing to pay $15 a month to get it unscrambled.

Graffic Traffic – Column

May 1, 1995

This extra-dimensional energy was the result of an alien scientist’s experiment that went kablooey because the United States set off atom bombs in the ’50s.

Coroner’s Corner – Scary Slasher Psychos or Why Judd Nelson shouldn’t play a mass murderer – Column

May 1, 1995

One of the scariest mainstream nuts to come along has to be Robert DeNiro’s portrayal of Max Cady in Cape Fear.

Cine-Trash – Beyond the Valley of the Dolls – Column

May 1, 1995

Mr. Meyer has retired himself from the world of film, which is a shame, because his mammary-mad movies are about as hyperbolically hilarious as they, uh, come.

Prelude to a Lick – Column

May 1, 1995

More writers and artists stormed out, slamming the door behind them. I don’t have the heart to tell them the springs are broken and the door would slam anyway.