The Path Away From 9/11
I couldn't agree more with Russ Smith (Right Field, Sept. 13). What sickened me was that the NFL saw fit to purposely schedule nationally televised games on both Sunday and Monday nights to take advantage of the bathos surrounding the memorialized date of Sept. 11 to promote and gain monetarily from the spectacle of two irrelevant football games.
The issue with ABC showing a movie written to smear Democrats is they are showing it over the airwaves that belong to the public, which, despite what is on TV these days, also includes Democrats.
John J. Leonard
Your article titled "Poll Positions" (Sept. 6) was an excellent mixture of political potpourri that was informative, especially some of the photographs of political candidates who looked too goody-goody to be true. But the photos did not hide the candidates' "best face forward" attempt to promote their own economic get-rich self-interest.
I wish to congratulate City Paper editor Lee Gardner and managing editor Erin Sullivan for an excellent community service article. It took me through the maze of abstractions known to confuse voters that most newspapers publish before a primary or general election. Your article helped me change my mind on one or two candidates I was going to vote for on Sept. 12, and I have decided to give newcomers a chance.
City Paper continues to be a valuable source of information to Baltimore. We citizens are more informed because of the leadership of Lee Gardner and his highly intelligent staff. Bravo. I am ready to vote.
Larnell Custis Butler
Vote Perez: The Most Qualified Disqualified Candidate
The under-thirtysomething, writer wannabes who write for City Paper are showing their usual flair for being naive twits. Invoking the name of Eliot Spitzer does not a candidate make ("Poll Positions, Sept. 6). Doug Ganzler is a hot dog who doesn't deserve to wax Spitzer's boots. In addition, the juggernaut of power, influence, reputation, and money behind the New York attorney general makes imitating him in any significant way a near impossible task. New York's finest young lawyers line up to make their reputation working for Spitzer, thus making his exemplary staff a perpetually, self-fulfilling phenomena. An analogous situation to picking Ganzler because you think he'll be a Spitzer would be talking to two young investigators at Johns Hopkins where one promises to do good work and the other promises to emulate (and possibly be) the next Linus Pauling. Nobel Prize laureates don't grow on trees. If you come down to earth, you'll realize that Eliot Spitzer's don't either.
The best candidate would have been Tom Perez. Progressive, knowledgeable about how the system works, yet brave enough to take on the powers that be, he would have made an excellent AG. Perhaps someday the Maryland Court of Appeals will publish its opinion, letting us all in on its bizarre reasoning for rejecting Mr. Perez when he has indeed worked in Maryland as a lawyer on Maryland cases for over 10 years.
Editor Lee Gardner responds: Both Erin Sullivan and I are over 30.
Jr. Likes Dinosaur
I read the review of the Dinosaur Jr. show at the Ottobar in last week's issue and couldn't help thinking Jess Harvell was slightly bitter that the band of his high school years has continued to play small packed clubs to another generation ("You're Reliving All Over Me," Feedback, Sept. 6). Although the band is obviously past its prime, I appreciate that they are willing to play almost exclusively from their '80s catalog, rather than try and force newer material (which is really just J. Mascis' solo stuff) on an audience eager to hear the hits.
I especially thought Harvell's comment about Mouthus' lacrosse affections and their "prep school hair" was absurd. I talked to the drummer of Mouthus after the show while buying one of their albums. I only exchanged a few words, but from what I could tell, he and guitarist Brian Sullivan both seemed to play like a band of two kids recently exported from the Providence noise scene who just graduated from Rhode Island School of Design. For the people who couldn't see Dinosaur Jr. 15 years ago (myself included), this was a great show to hear the songs as they were played in 1987, back when J. Mascis didn't have gray hair and Murph had hair.
The writer is the 13-year-old son of CP columnist Russ Smith.
I don't usually write letters--in fact, I never do--but I have to admit that Anna Ditkoff's latest Bar Scars column (Sept. 6) got me a little upset. Everything was going so well until the last bar commentary on Red House Tavern, which happens to be my current, and maybe even all-time favorite, bar. Anna, you're certainly entitled to your opinion, however, maybe it'd be a good idea to next time pay more attention to the bar you're in than the man you're with. Red House is by no means a lesbian bar. How did you even deduce this? Two women dancing together makes it a "lesbian bar"? What, gay women can't wander from their "designated" bars `lest the consequence be that the new bar be labeled lesbian? I'm not gay, but even I'm a little offended.
I'm at Red House at least three times a week, my band has played there, and my friends and I all revel in Tuesday night $6 all-you-can-drink Natty Boh and $1 tacos. John, the owner, is a great guy--a real family man. He, his wife, and their daughters run the place, do all the cooking, and make it a point to remember everyone by name. It's a dying breed, Anna, not some Baltimore dive.
Thanks for letting me vent, and please look before you write next time--one good review is all it takes for a no-name place.
Anna Ditkoff responds: My conclusion that Red House Tavern was a lesbian bar, was based on my observations on the night I went there and was intended as high praise for the establishment. I regret the error.
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