Lollipop Magazine

Impact is Saved by Paranoia After a Walk Through Hell – Column

October 1, 1997

I go back telling myself that it’s over, that something happened and IMPACT is gone, all the while hoping the next feature will deliver. Something. Anything.

Prelude to a Lick – The Editor’s Rant – Column

October 1, 1997

If you’re cranking The Soundtrack to my Life Volume 147 while dustbusting your CD collection and wine rack, you know life took a turn and you missed the exit.

Sarre-Chasm – A Letter to my Local Radio Programmer – Column

October 1, 1997

Tell me, Mr. Rock Authority, does Live Really Rock? Filter? Does anyone on the fucking planet “Unplugged” Really Rock?

The Culture Bunker – Two Thumbs Up Part II: Electric Boogaloo – Fiction

October 1, 1997

“Now what the fuck are we gonna do? Mr. Burnt Sienna’s fuckin’ dead! That means I’ll have no one to bounce my sarcastic pop-culture references off of!”

The Internationale Music Report – Column

October 1, 1997

Whether it’s Yugoslavian rap, or Finnish ska, I’ll keep you posted on all the happenings that are bound to eventually filter down to your gutter culture anyway.

Garbage Pail – Column

October 1, 1997

“I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.”

The King and I – Fiction

October 1, 1997

“What have we been doing this evening, Mr. McCue?” he demanded in a mystic Russian accent. There, in my doorway, dressed as the King of Siam, was Yul Brynner.

High Dudgeon and Low Self-Esteem – Column

October 1, 1997

I got into this racket because I wanted desperately in the soul of my soul to be a writer, with all that entails.

Going Down the Road Feeling Bad – Part Two – Fiction

October 1, 1997

Here I have a novel featuring Sixties’ rebels wrapped in a wicked suspense narrative, and I am ITCHING to give the Furthur Festival folks a 40% off sticker.

The Doctor Has Left The Market – The Death of William S. Burroughs – Column

October 1, 1997

Not only is Burroughs’ passing the end of a bizarre and tragic life, it’s the end of a strange, horrible and wonderful era – last call for the Beat Generation.