Trouble's a-brewin' over Pabst reference: This letter is in regard to the Lottery League article. Just wanted to say that there has never been a can of Pabst at any of my band's practices. We are called "Valley of Life," and we like good beer. Also, we are complex individuals, not poster children for wordplay. But the whole drinkin'-shit-beer thing is what really annoys me.
Did we mention Pabst? Really? Pabst? Pabst, was it? Did Scene's editors insert all of those "Pabst" and "Jameson" mentions into Denise Grollmus' Lottery League story after she handed it in? I saw the beer mentioned two more times in your March 5 "Indie Rock Singles Night" article, and a search through your web archives reveals many more examples.
It should be noted that several cigarette and beverage companies — including Pabst — had approached the League's organizers to offer sponsorship and were politely told, "No thanks."
It was cynical and unscrupulous for Scene to use Ms. Grollmus' article — and her tired stereotypes (i.e., scruffy, alcoholic hipster-rockers) — to shill for its advertisers.
Raise an ice-cold Pabst to this great music studio: Thanks for your story about the musician's lottery. Your perception of Rock and Roll City Studios is loaded with errors and has an inappropriately negative tone — i.e., "Ohio City relic of commerce."
The studio is located in the Stockyards neighborhood, which is underdeveloped and loaded with potential. The building is not a relic, but a transformation of the Yoder Manufacturing headquarters to a place for music rehearsal, networking, and local creative output. Bands in this town are fortunate to have a professional rehearsal studio instead of a living room. Many huge music-industry names have observed and recruited bands here. Other major Ohio cities do not even have 24-hour-access rehearsal studios.
I would be happy to share additional facts about this story — a success story of entrepreneurial vision and fulfillment against a backdrop of negativity and hopelessness in this city.
First Place for Derf
. . . and blue-ribbon men demand a Blue Ribbon beer — Pabst: As much as I love reading your weekly newsmagazine, I find no enjoyment in having to dig and claw my way through 50 pages of inky crap and crummy escort-service ads to find the best reason for picking up Scene: Derf. Please return Derf and The City to its rightful place in the front of the magazine, ASAP.
No Pabst for Majerus
Because bullies don't deserve the very best: Great story. Thanks for reminding me with the [former Utah basketball coach Rick] Majerus example why I despise the multibillion-a-year industry that is the NCAA.
I could make a comment that this man, who has made millions, was an educator by extension of his involvement with a university, but why bother? Jerks like Bobby Knight get rewarded for treating young people worse than animals, under the guise of leadership.
The crippled one isn't the young man with missing hearing. It's the old man with the missing testicles.
Mormons don't drink either — but if they did, they'd drink Pabst: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has not practiced polygamy for about 150 years. Lance Allred could not have been a Mormon and part of a polygamist family. I would appreciate it if you guys did a little homework before publishing an article with inaccurate information. He may have been part of a reformed version of the LDS church.