As my bloodshot eyes devoured the unveiling of the real truth about PBR ["Cool in a Can," December 25], it was a breath of fresh air for my soul. I've known for most of my adult life that PBR is like manna from heaven. I calculate my lifetime beer consumption to be in the neighborhood of 225,000 bottles, so I know of what I speak.
It brings tears to my eyes to see someone of your literary prowess defend what I value most in life: a cold bottle of PBR. It brings me great elation to see the propaganda from the article in The Plain Dealer's "nightlife" rag [December 20] be thwarted by such a fine publication as Scene.
The PD's Douglas Trattner, the clueless yuppie who wrote disparaging remarks about PBR being the "cheap swill we drank in college when we had no money," was clearly put in place by your far-reaching and insightful article. You were absolutely on target by showering PBR with such praises as "definitely a hot beer, especially among trendsetters," "cool in a can," "über cool," "the beer of rock."
This last tribute to PBR is exemplified in a Scene article [Nightwatch, January 1] likening the sound of heavy-metal band Grafton to that of a sensation one would experience while being submerged in a giant can of PBR.
Again, thanks to Tom Francis for setting the record straight.
Andrew E. Lane
Pucker up, cronies:
I was the owner of the Old Whedon Grille for five years ["Troubled Waters," January 15]. The only people who ever boycotted my place were the old cronies we didn't want in the bar anyway. I hope they all got puckered up by our sayings on the menu.
Furthermore, the change from fine dining to a fun, local bar was the best thing I ever did. The place is now hopping, and the new owners are doing great. Most people in this town loved our sayings and frequented the bar because they loved our in-your-face attitude.
Hudson's downtown development will never happen. There are no concrete leases at this point, and there are too many independent groups in town who think they can control what happens and what gets built. Next time, please get all your facts straight.
Bravo. I checked out Waters with my friends ["Troubled Waters"]. It was okay, like Elaine Cicora said, but it could have been much more.
I used to live in Hudson, and when I read your opening paragraph about the shops, I just laughed. The whole thing with the Whedon Grille and the Hemingway quote was ridiculous. But it's so true. The ending with the Lexus was also very appropriate.
Intolerance will not be tolerated:
I am responding to the letter from Boris Shilman [November 27], who writes that it's against his cultural experience to live around blacks. [Shilman's letter was in response to "Unpleasant Meadows," October 30]. He says blacks can't live in civilized areas.
I have a term for people like Shilman: racist. We're supposed to take advice from a hick from a Third World country? His attitude might fly unchallenged in Eastern Europe, where there are no blacks, but not here.
May I suggest that Shilman do America a favor and put a gun to his mouth, to rid the world of scum? If that's too difficult, then just swim back to Russia -- and take your inbred relatives with you.
When groupies look bad:
What was that ["Groupie Mentality," January 8]? Laura Putre told me the article was gonna be tasteful. Not only was it unflattering to me in particular, but she knew good and well that I didn't say half those things she quoted me as saying. I really don't appreciate her trying to make me look bad -- especially since I went out of my way to make this a good story for her. It was even my idea to send pictures.
Had you told me that it was gonna be a groupie-bashing story, I would never have done it in the first place, and I told you that to begin with.
You took everything I said out of context and made it fit what you wanted. I've never had someone intentionally do something like this before. Laura wrote, "If they ask me to leave, it's never because I have not performed." I never said that. What I said was "I'm never asked to perform." And I've never been asked to leave, either.
Laura and I both know that most of that story is not true. We both know what she did was wrong and also very hurtful.
It's not about the sex:
I was disgusted by "Groupie Mentality." I consider myself a groupie of a local blues band, but not the kind of groupie described in Laura Putre's piece. I'm a groupie because of the frequency with which I support their shows as well as the friendship that has formed between us.
Perhaps the story would have been more appealing if it wasn't completely teetering on one side of the spectrum or had risen above the stereotypical view. Being a groupie does not always entail sleeping with as many band members as you can or making it to the back of the bus. Anyone who behaves in light of these "helpful hints" does not appreciate the band's music and only wants to indulge in some sort of debasing behavior that may or may not put them in the spotlight for a short period. Why else, if some of these women were so proud of their "accomplishments," did they refuse to reveal their full names?
I have worked in a summer theater, and sometimes those duties included guarding the backstage gate from potential groupie rushing. I have heard every excuse in the book, but overall, the fans were more focused on the performers' musical talents than on the size of their "instruments."
Clear Channel owns the airwaves:
Your article ["Imperfectly Clear," January 15] hit the nail on the head. I do a brokered show on 1300 WERE called Hour of Tower with the Freak Brothers. I feel this coming media monopoly is a danger to everyone's common sense. Wake up, America.
28,000 reasons not to build a convention center:
Good article by Pete Kotz ["Boondoggle in Waiting," January 22] on Cleveland's pursuit of the convention center chimera. One small correction: As hard as it may be to believe, Gateway promoters actually promised "28,000 well-paying jobs."
Enlightenment for newbies:
I just couldn't help but laugh out loud at Pete Kotz's "handy guide" ["Boondoggle in Waiting"]. As someone who has just moved to this wonderful city, I couldn't help but notice all the clamor over the convention center. Before reading your incredibly articulate and poignant view, I had similar concerns. An enlightening read. Thank you.
The search for a proper killer:
I would like to say thank you for Martin Kuz's "No Way Out" [January 15] about the Gondor-Resh case. I grew up hunting, fishing, and playing soccer with Bob. It is about time someone put the facts out for the public to see. Between your publication and the Akron Beacon Journal, our families still have hope. Keep up the good work and, God willing, these two men will be freed and the proper killer(s) will be brought to justice.
The truth about the backyard:
Subject: Roldo Bartimole. Why do you not print this great man with the talent for telling the truth about what is going on in his backyard? It is hard to believe that you would not like to tell a good story about key local players and what the private sector gets hit with. I guess I will look to others for some of the truth.