Lollipop Magazine

Graffic Traffic – Back On the Chain Gang – Column

February 1, 1996

I’d like to suggest the pricey (but very worth the price) hardcover graphic novel Stuck Rubber Baby. I could do a whole column just on this masterpiece.

A Few of My Favorite Things – The Album that Will Make Even the Squarest Person Want to Put on Black Eyeliner – Column

February 1, 1996

Dead Can Dance Into The Labyrinth – Soaring Gregorian choral music, Middle Eastern percussion, dripping Goth sentiments: This album crystallizes a lifestyle.

A Few of My Favorite Things – Best Movie to Make Someone Willingly Crawl Inside a Bottle – Column

February 1, 1996

Barfly – Mickey Rourke is God. I want to live my life in a sewer.

A Few of My Favorite Things – Hey, I Like That Black Shit – Column

February 1, 1996

The Breakfast Club – I liked the way Allie Sheedy looked, okay?

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

February 1, 1996

One of the criticisms is that magazine doesn’t really represent anything. We certainly resent just about everything, but evidently, that’s not the same thing.

Liquor Lecture – Bourbon – Column

February 1, 1996

Ah, bourbon. The premier of brown liquors. Visions of rednecks with Jack Daniels T-shirts and tuxedo-clad socialites in ballrooms sit comfortably side by side.

Prelude to a Lick – Going National – Column

December 1, 1995

I’d love to tell you it’s been a dozen or more roses making a shitload of copies of Lollipop and then dropping them off he way most people put out their trash.

Mediacrity! – Column

December 1, 1995

I will grant, however, that that Baywatch Nights show is pretty radical. No wonder the Germans dig that guy.

Graffic Traffic – Column

December 1, 1995

It’s the first thing you notice about the place. It’s not the color or the noise. It’s not the people. The first thing you notice is always the same: the smell.

Idle Chatter – Column

November 1, 1995

PBS throws its viewer-sponsored hat into the late-night ring with the US premiere of the award-winning English sitcom, There’s A Bloody Pouf In My Sodding Flat!