Lollipop Magazine

Prelude to a Lick – Column

April 1, 1995

Besides the fact that I never have any food in the house and people feel bad and bring me their own birthday cakes, I had one of those birthday things, too.

Prelude to a Lick – Column

March 1, 1995

Even if you don’t know the band, you oughta skim the review. Maybe they’re the next big thing. Maybe the writer has a catch-phrase you can cop and sound witty.

Prelude to a Lick – Column

February 1, 1995

I’ll be here til the supernova. When I burn-out, I’ll submit love poetry about flowers and shit to the wanker lit. journals from my lean-to in the mountains.

Prelude to a Lick – Column

December 1, 1994

This issue: Heavy. Take a look at the table of contents. No pop. All rage-filled whatever. It’s about time to listen to a little ska or something. I’m kidding.

Prelude to a Lick – Column

November 1, 1994

October: Two nervous breakdowns, a drug O.D., major surgery, child-birth, moving, rehab, and numerous occasions of “What am I doing with my Life?” freakouts.

Prelude to a Lick – Column

October 1, 1994

Theoretically, I’m supposed to be summarizing “what’s going on” in this issue. Well, it’s hard for me to tell what’s going on because I’m too busy going on…

Prelude to a Lick – Column

September 1, 1994

You think I’m running this show, but Lollipop is just an excuse for a bunch of speeding kamikazes to shake out the contents of their brains on a piece of paper.

Prelude to a Lick – Column

June 1, 1993

We, as human animals, are resigned to the “inevitable” fact of passing through this life into obscurity. Some, however, fight it with everything they’ve got.