Music to Our Ears
Watch your back (biting): How can you publish an article ["Sour Notes," February 14] with virtually no sources that will go on record? I am appalled by this article and your lack of responsible journalism. This amounts to libel. Would you accept an article of this nature written about you?
I have known the Preucils for over 15 years. Bill Preucil is among the best concertmasters of any orchestra in the world. To say that a concertmaster has power is a no-brainer. It's the top position in an orchestra.
There are so many exaggerated opinions in this piece and next to no facts. That Bill travels around concertizing is a matter for the management of the Cleveland Orchestra and Bill. That is part of his negotiated deal. I would counter that it expands the reputation of the orchestra -- despite the jealous, petty, backbiting "orchestra members" who don't have the balls to go on record.
A classical case of Cleveland corruption: I would like to say thanks for just beginning to expose the corruption that goes on in the classical music world. As a former student at the Cleveland Institute of Music, I know, as does everyone else, that these accusations against Preucil are true. Why CIM and the Cleveland Orchestra haven't stepped in and done something before serious damage is done is beyond me.
Connelly Springs, North Carolina
Decaying town seeks decent hero: I want to congratulate you for writing a trailblazing article. I feel confident that with the unveiling of this story, there are many classical musicians cheering you on. You have given them a loud voice, especially the ones who have struggled night and day to audition, only to find their efforts falling onto deaf ears, clearly through no fault of their own.
On the other hand, as an appreciator of the Cleveland Orchestra, it is hard to watch a hero fall. There are so few legends left in this decaying town. How sad we are that one of our greatest treasures, and one of the most talented violinists of our time, has fallen victim to his own frailties -- like a character out of a D.H. Lawrence novel, a victim to his own power, passions, and ego, at the expense of what is right and fair for all concerned.
While I am glad the musicians now have a chance to air their grievances, I feel sad for the Cleveland Orchestra audience. We no longer have our wide-eyed hope as the concertmaster begins to play. My greatest hope is that the orchestra, as a business, will dust itself off after this incident and invent a procedure or system of checks and balances, to ensure that all artistic talent in an audition is given a fair chance. At the very least, they owe this to the musicians and the audience alike.
The downside of an article like this is that there may be more than a few casualties of spirit. CIM may feel the ripple of fewer female violinists enrolling in the fall. The news may turn the stomachs of many subscription holders -- and more important, its patrons, who have donated thousands of dollars.
It is certainly a sad day for the family, too -- from the wife who must endure this long suffering, to the daughter who must deal with all of the hearsay at the expense of her own career. And finally, for the man himself, who must face these allegations in the mirror and continue to play fine music.
In the end, it will be up to the audience to determine whether they want to think about these problems, or simply tune them out so that they may hear what remains one of the finest orchestras in the world, and certainly the finest gem we have left in Cleveland, even if it is temporarily a diamond in the rough.
A Courteous Middle Finger
Drawing the line at dub reggae: Damn. I'm so disappointed that you gave our album such a lousy review [Regional Beat, February 14]. I certainly can't take issue with someone not liking the music, and I happen to think the 311/Tool fusion is accurate. But the title of "pretentious nu-metal" is more than a little offensive and off-base. The post-grunge/dub-reggae comparison makes no sense, and seems to imply your pretentious leanings more than my own. The melodies I create flow out the way they are, with absolutely no thought given to what genre they fit into.
I'm the furthest thing from pretentious about making music. So I appreciate the time you took to listen to and write about our album, but still feel obligated to tell you to fuck off.
Weighing In on Dimora
Get out the zoom lens: I was literally disgusted by your constant remarks regarding Jimmy Dimora's weight in your article ["King Cuyahoga," January 31]. I did not realize you were running a tabloid paper. What is next? Will we find you lurking around Jimmy poolside, snapping photos in hopes to catch some cellulite? Report the facts. The world is not as beautiful and perfect as you clearly must be, Mr. Klaus.
Puzzled by Claptrap
Kotz has no clue: I don't understand why Scene keeps printing Kotz's juvenile attacks on Congressman Kucinich ["$6 Million Chihuahua," February 7]. They are not clever or humorous. They are childish. They do not address Dennis' populist politics. They do not inform or argue a point. Kotz does not seem to understand or care about why Dennis is speaking out against the war.
Considering the numerous serious stories and coverage I have found in the past in Scene, I am puzzled by this claptrap by Kotz.