Prelude to a Lick #52
Prelude to a Lick
The Editor's Rant
by Scott Hefflon
collage by Scott Hefflon
This is my first Prelude to a Lick in a year. This is also our Seven Year Anniversary issue. And somewhere, a handful of confetti was thrown... This seems like a good time to get all reflective and summarize whats been going on for the last year, the last couple years since we did that Five Year Anniversary special issue, and the last seven years Ive been doing this little project thingy called Lollipop. Luckily, memory loss runs in my family and Ive sped up the process – as is my way – by being drunk as much as possible for the last, um, 15 years or so...
Know Thyself. Anniversaries are often triggers for reflection. And Id be remiss to overlook the subtle irony of the broken mirror metaphor of this seven year benchmark. But to say this experience has been bad luck would be a great oversimplification. While it sure as shit hasnt been easy, and Ive watched more flash-in-the-pan creative people blow their wads and realize their wild streak was merely hair dye that soon washed out, the all-consuming drive to organize oddsnends of peoples misfiring subconsciousnesses has certainly been interesting. To say the least...
My last Prelude was a double, prefaced (Preface to a Prelude to a Lick?) by The Writing on the Wall, in issue 47. Its online, if youre curious. In it, I rambled on about the lopsided state of the music industry (furthered in issue 50s Why The Music Industry is So Screwed Up), and went on to discuss more. The drive to do more. And a year later, I find myself almost repeating the same rant, locking antlers with my rather annoying tendency to throw metaphors and thought-provoking tangents around, thus never really getting to the freakin point Im trying to make.
More, More, MORE! To fake a bit of enthusiasm to get rolling, then discover theres actually some merit to it (foreplay, if you will), theres so much out there, I just cant fathom why anyoned pull in the reins, pull over to the side of the highway, let others go whizzing past, and set up camp at some mildly picturesque roadside attraction. Why stop? Ive written (elsewhere) about over-stimulization, the mental image being that if you stay on the road for too long driving too fast, the scenery becomes a constant blur, and that can be dangerous (because you really cant see where youre going anymore) and it defeats the purpose of traveling in the first place (which is to see whats out there). Only the blindly ambitious misunderstand that theres a destination; one that, once reached, is the spot to settle on, entrench roots in, defend with picket fences and zoning laws, and ultimately sap of all natural resources. The true adventurers realize that there are destinationsss. As many as suit your fancy. And when your weekend getaway becomes a community, a village, a string of housing developments with sushi bars, over-priced coffee shops, and laws that prohibit smoking on the sidewalk, much less in the gift shops, you know its time to pack the family wagon and move on.
I originally wrote about four times this amount, but as is often the case, theres no room left. If you never stopped to think about what ideas were glossed over in movies, what news clips and sound-bites never made it to the air, what additional insight and perspective youve been denied because of the limitation and restrictions of the medium, well, good for fuckin you...
While I kinda hate to do this, theres some summarizin I feel I need to do... Everyone hates editors that simply rattle off the table of contents, offer a little (very little) depth and perspective to each piece, and express how excited (on this scale, amazed) everyone is that the issue came together.
For unknown reasons, last issue had few features. So, as is the nature of such things, I overcompensated and this one has a freakin LOT of them. A few morell be online-only -- Leatherface and Dillinger Four among them, hopefully -- for those of you into such things.
Another semi-interesting topic is why this issue is a little heavy on, well, heavy music. See, I was supposed to run this magazine called Juggernaut that, after it had put out two issues, just kinda sat around unfinished for a little over a year. It had the potential of being a quarterly, top-notch, full-glossy metal mag, and all I had to do was run it. Seeing as I run Lollipop (almost into the ground a few times, but if you didnt know that, why should I tell you?), I thought itd be kinda cool to run two mags. I never got a chance because after finishing up issue three -- much of which was already done -- the parent company, Implosion Publishing, folded, went out-of-business, filed Chapter 7 or 11 or whatever, and otherwise finally kicked the bucket. Anyone unfortunate enough tove ever done business with them (probably only once) knows what Im not saying...
So with a bunch of metal features assigned and received yet no fuckin magazine to place them in, I added a couple into this issue of Lollipop, and the remainderll be online -- Snapcase, Old Mans Child, Celtic Frost, Vader, Borknagar, and perhaps a couple of others... (I had to kill the Earth Crisis interview. Yet again, too late, I remember that Karl just cant seem to speak the fuck up despite repeated polite urgings, and Im left with a tape of background noise, his faint murmurings, and my booming attempts to salvage the piece.)
Moving on to the fiction and essays, Mitchell Greentower -- long-time contributor, recent father, and all-around great guy -- submitted a couple pieces including one on Napster. For those whove followed with amusement as old school business tycoons try to use their same control-oriented tactics on the web (and there are a LOT of them; look around for the word exclusive), keep your eyes open to the many falters and changes that occur as people realize the playing field is a lot flatter than those hoarding the communication channels want you to realize.
Also, this issue holds the longest and most brutal piece of fiction Lollipop has ever published. This installment of Adam Haynes The Lonelies will really get to a lot of people, and while Ive gotten irate calls from moms across America for what weve printed in the past, this one is pretty damn disturbing and Im glad we live in a country that protects the rights of those who examine lifes dark underbelly.
I was going to give props and shout-outs to others, but Im sick of listening to myself. Theres more in here, obviously, but its up to you to dig for it.
One other self-congratulatory note: this issue is the first in a long time to have something by Macaroni McSpoon. Seeing as I wrote this thing a couple of years ago and it never got published in the cool book idea an ex-staffer had that died a quiet death, I thought Id finally print it. Coming full circle, this was the kind of thing I used to write when I started this magazine with people who arent involved anymore. Its silly, zany, playful, and I dont give a shit if you think its space that couldve been used better by reviewing yet more records few have heard of thatll never even make brief footnotes in music history. I like it, and I didnt write it to try to sell anything. So there...