Come to think of it, the office could use some redecorating: You have got to be out of your goddamn mind [Soundbites, December 7]! Didn't you hear what some Juggalos did to a radio station in St. Louis after they dissed ICP? They broke into the station and trashed the fuckin' place. I'm not saying that this is your fate, but I've told several other Juggalos to get my message across to you: "Don't fuck with us or ICP!" Expect many more e-mails similar to this one. You stupid ass!
Insane Clown Posse fan
via the Internet
Scene raised the curtain on the ballet: In regards to "Danced to Death" [November 2], I just wanted to say that your article was a great piece of local investigative reporting.
"Deafening," he's definitely not: This is in response to your article regarding the Hillbrook Club ["'Brook Shields," December 14]. I cannot comment on other events that may have been held there, but the Sonny Geraci band is definitely not "deafening." I have attended many of their concerts and they do not play in that range of decibels. The band has an excellent sound that is extremely pleasing to the ear, and people should consider it a joy to hear them perform. If this is the style of bands that normally entertain at the Hillbrook Club, then I only wish I lived closer to enjoy the music, too.
Serious prisons, weird priorities: Anne Johnson says that we need serious prison and legal reform if this nation is to have a free society and equal access [Letters, December 21].
In my opinion, we have serious prisons (except for the whole TV and weight-lifting thing), and if anyone were to tour any prisons, they would know. The problem is that we are locking up the wrong people and letting the right people get away. Who in their right mind would put a drug addict in jail and let rapists roam free? The drug addict is hurting himself, the rapist is hurting others.
The sales have been nice, too: Thank you for Tierney Smith's review of my book, Nowhere Man ["Beatle Bum," December 7]. It was a pleasure to read. I appreciate Smith's clarity and understanding. This is the first review to point out that Chapman is the real nowhere man. It's also the rare critic who notes that I've taken a "generally sympathetic stance" toward Lennon. Many have said just the opposite . . . in the unkindest terms.
The first printing of the book, incidentally, is now completely sold out.
Brooklyn, New York
Cleveland rocks -- remember? What's up with Jeff Niesel reporting that since the Rock Hall has no party this year, "Clevelanders [have] little from which to choose for rocking in the new year" [Soundbites, December 21]. That is the lamest thing I have ever heard.
Doesn't he read his own paper? It's loaded with ads for great things going on all over Cleveland. We rocked this city way before the Rock Hall (and Jeff Niesel). What a slap in the face to all the clubs (your advertisers) and the bands providing great entertainment on New Year's Eve -- or any given night of the year. What a moronic thing to write.
Rumor has it that Niesel is from Chicago. Well, there's a bus leavin' for there in 15 minutes -- be under it! Also, shame on Borders and any other venue that doesn't pay any group in cash. Playing music is a job. Pay for services rendered. Get used to it. See you out there!
Where's that SF edge? What's missing from the "unedited" "Savage Love" column? The "Hey Faggot" greeting. In San Francisco, I read "Savage Love" in SF Weekly. As uncomfortable as the word "faggot" makes me, I like that Mr. Savage confronted gay and straight folks with it. The greeting brought a certain authority and fearlessness to his column. Unless Mr. Savage changed his greeting, please print the real one. Thanks.
Editor's note: That authoritative and fearless greeting must be an SF addition. The e-mail column Scene receives carries no such salutation.