One of the things that made the 60's such a wonderful time for rock and roll is that grown men sang songs about lollipops, cotton candy, gingerbread cookies, cinnamon, marshmallows, licorice, and candy factories. It sounds silly today, but nobody in 1969 blinked an eye when a band called Tricycle cranked out songs like "Lemonade Parade", "Yumberry Park", "Yellow Brick Rainbow" and "Mr. Henry's Lollipop Shop". Truly the end of innocence as the last bastion of our idyllic decade of love came crashing down. Have we matured to a new awareness nearly 40 years later? I don't believe so. Childhood imagery has been replaced by gross-out gags on so-called reality shows, vulgarity dominating almost every one of the 250 TV channels at our disposal, nihilistic cynicism permeating our (mostly accurate) perception of the world, hordes of faceless consumers cheering on greedy monoliths' quests for global domination -- wow, isn't life so much more FUN these days? Why live in the land of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory when the seedy underbelly of Paul Schrader's "Hardcore" is so readily within our grasp?