So bad, you gotta laugh: That was the funniest thing I've read in a while ["Batboys Gone Bad," October 18]. Too bad it's only funny because Roger Brown is a blight on The Plain Dealer, the city of Cleveland, the English language, the profession of journalism, and human beings with an ounce of common sense everywhere. But except for reminding me that Roger Brown is alive and writing, that article was great.
A talent for pulling it out: I, along with many other hyperbole enthusiasts, was disappointed to hear that The Plain Dealer had decided to buy out Roger Brown. Anyone who takes the time to really read Brown's work knows that his writing talent is overshadowed only by his innate ability to conjecture with little or no evidence.
I was worried this homebred talent would end up drowning in dollar drafts at the dive down the street, but thanks to Scene, I won't be bothered by some beggar requesting change between rants about Ira Newble's hairdresser and lower-level Cavs personnel.
Thanks for nothing: I am writing in response to the blurb Tea Leaf Green got in "Green Day" [Night & Day, October 11].
It's sad that your publication does not recognize the jam-band scene, even though it's bustling in a city that does not have much to pride itself on. This summer we had a record number of great performances by jam-band legends, and very few of these shows were covered. If the Pixies draw 200 people, you'd see a pre-show article and post-show reviews. But when more than 5,000 people gathered at Nelson Ledges, I don't believe Scene even mentioned it.
Tea Leaf Green has played in Cleveland three times in the last eight months. Yet, to my total dismay, Michael Gallucci started out the article by stating, "San Francisco jam band Tea Leaf Green sounds almost exactly like the Grateful Dead." Are you kidding me? It's obvious this gentleman has no concept of music.
Please, Scene, I am begging you: If you are going to attempt to cover jam-band music, can we please have a writer who has some clue of what he is talking about? I find it sad that a publication that once took pride in its music coverage can blatantly disregard a complete genre. When Scene does try to write anything, it's about as messed up as a football bat.
The Big Hurrah
Rotsky, Rotsky, he's our man: First, let me just say that I am a dedicated reader of your paper. I find it totally amazing and at times very informative. The article "Man on Fire" [October 4] was one the best articles that you guys have written in a while.
Anyone who has played sports can appreciate the dedication Jeff Rotsky is bringing to football. There are so many stories of students misbehaving and running around without a damn purpose. To have a man like Rotsky go into different schools and whip these young boys into more mature, goal-oriented young adults is quite honorable. Especially since on many occasions, these young African-American males are just dismissed as lost causes.
Rotsky is going above and beyond the call of duty to show these boys that there is more to life than the everyday bullshit. And if someone just believes in you enough to push you to higher levels, sooner or later you start believing in your damn self.
The story was great. I just wish there were more coaches, teachers, and counselors like Rotsky!
A Serious Beef
Can't believe he ate the whole thing: I can only surmise that I had the misfortune of ordering from Cohen's [Side Dish, October 18] on a bad day. Okay, an awful day. It was that bad. The corned beef may have been the worst I've ever had.
I've generally found that your reviews are accurate, and I normally do not contest something as subjective as a reviewer's opinion. In this case, I will break tradition because, well, it was that friggin' horrible.
I still shudder and even wake up in a cold sweat on occasion, fearing that some remnant of that godawful mess may reside somewhere deep within my intestines and one day be summoned forth in a belch that will force me to relive the horror of Cohen's corned beef.
For the Record
In her own words: I am writing in response to the article "Friends as Enemies" [October 4] by Eric Resnick. I was misquoted and misrepresented in this article.
The local media focused on the reopening of the Flex bathhouse only because its primary customers are gay and bisexual men. This is homophobic. Greater Cleveland has numerous establishments that focus on sex and sexuality, most of which are targeted at heterosexuals. Strip clubs, adult book stores, and adult movie theaters stay in business primarily because of heterosexual customers. Also, I strongly believe that if some (i.e., gay) establishments in Cleveland where public sex happens are asked to sign a "safer sex" agreement, then all of these businesses should be asked to sign the same agreement.
I have never stated or believed that Earl Pike and/or the AIDS Taskforce of Greater Cleveland is homophobic. I believe the intentions of Pike and the Taskforce are to prevent HIV transmission and to provide services for those who are HIV-positive.
Sue Doerfer, Executive Director
Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender
Community Center of Greater Cleveland