LISSOME LOLITAS OR TEENAGE TRASH
Our reporter gets into it.
February 1, 1977
I was gawking at the gold records draped on the Brother Studio walls, imagining Brian waddling out at 4 a.m. armed with Lysol and a washrag, rubbing the fingerprint smears on "All Summer Long" ("Out damned spot," he grumbles bitterly, "What, will these hands never be clean? Here's the smell of surf still!") when Kim Fowley suddenly loomed into view to make introductions.
"Didn't I meet you during my male
