If you’re a writer or advertiser or model or photographer, I can either help you or redirect you. (Ahem, “GO AWAY” often qualifies as a redirect. This is a rock mag, not a support group, and unless you’re buying something, I don’t owe you shit.)
Want your band, book, game, DVD, or cool product featured amongst the seedy source code of LollipopMagazine.com? While the Editor has the last 200 words (most of them fuck), I will gladly hear your request when not suffering from Björk & Ninja Gaiden-induced synesthesia. Or staring off to the left at some really interesting stuff that got cropped out of the picture.
(Photo Editor & Web Designer)
Who doesn’t want to go to live shows for free and photograph them? When I’m not taking obvious selfies with my iDerp, I’m bringing this website up to 21st century standards. What started as a way to kill time and laugh at the exorbitant amount of Scandinavian metal band CDs that poured in our mailbox has now mutated into a perpetual side project.
Lollipop Press Information
Check out the swipe the Boston Phoenix took here. You won’t learn shit about the magazine, but the word hack, er, writer describes what clothes I was wearing and how much I swore, and how everyone thinks I’m a dick and I don’t care. Probing journalism, kids! And check out the more subdued Hartford Courant article here.
Scott Hefflon & Assistants
Bailey & Scarlett