By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
Marley's ghost:In the cover blurb for Joel Warner's Evan Hecox story ("On Target," August 17), you list several people who've recently inked deals with Target. But you forgot the most offensive one. As anyone who is forced to listen to KBCO knows, the money-grubbing, talentless son of Bob Marley is again showing his true colors: His new CD is available only at Target. This is the kind of deal that stifles artistic creativity and hurts independent music stores.
Ziggy got his CD title wrong. Instead of Love Is My Religion, it should be Money Is My Religion. Not only is the latter more accurate, but it meshes well with his rich, white frat-boy following.
Park place:Adam Cayton-Holland's August 17 What's So Funny was hysterical -- and very, very true. My kids grew up in Park Hill and now two of my grandkids are here. I live in the home my grandparents bought in 1956, and my kids lived with my grandmother from the time they were born until she died in 1994! Pretty amazing. To make the story even better, her wish was that her ashes be buried in the rose garden. We did that, and planted a pink (her favorite color) rosebush on top of her. So she is still "with us," and I get to tell my grandkids that!
Just so you know, another mayor, Tom Currigan, lived right around the corner from me on Montview and Hudson. So we have had two mayors and numerous city bigwigs! Now we are hoping that Hick moving in will help those of us who have been here to keep the character of our beloved neighborhood.
And so it goes...
Gotta go:Well, it was only a matter of time. With his August 17 Beatdown, Dave Herrera has officially gone over the edge. "Secret bathroom," indeed. Everyone knows that there isn't a "secret bathroom" at Red Rocks (right, Dave?). People may hear about it, but that doesn't mean that it's actually there. Maybe Dave can redeem himself by lobbying for a Drive-By Truckers gig in the area during their upcoming headlining tour.
Catch and release:First, let me just say I enjoy Jason Sheehan's Cafe column each week.
Second, his "Floating Belly Up," in the August 17 issue, addresses a question I've had since I began hearing and seeing the ads for Islamorada on radio and TV. Besides a guy who gets paid to do so, who the fuck in their right mind goes to dinner at a live bait shop? Apparently, quite a few people, which lends credence to one of my all-time favorite quotes: "Nobody ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American people!"
Keep up the good work.
Ralph crammed in:I would rather eat the $42.50 (with or without butter) spent on lunch at Islamorada than set foot in there again. Good job with the review -- had I just eaten there, I would have laughed so hard that I would have ralphed up my gray crabcakes.
Meal went swimmingly:I disagree with Jason Sheehan's critique of the Islamorada Fish Company restaurant located in the Bass Pro Shop in Northfield. I had a very pleasant dining experience last week, when I ate there for the first time. My exquisite meal consisted of the fried shrimp, salad, baked potato and iced tea, and not forgetting the miniature loaf of bread, which was a nice touch.
All in all, the service was excellent and the food was good and fresh. I would recommend it to anyone. (The store itself was impressive, too!)
Fishing for compliments:Jason Sheehan, you are the man. I can only hope you can get Beard awards for bad reviews as well as good. I've enjoyed your column, starting from, well, that one describing your trip up from Albuquerque.
If you're ever in Dayton, I'll buy you a drink.
As one of the residents who lives in the narrowly defined "neighborhood" allowed by city rules to have an opinion on the Loft's cabaret/tavern applications at the August 9 Excise and Licenses hearing, I'd like to share another act perpetrated on the neighborhood by Mr. Lifestyle himself, Scottie "Anthony" Ewing, and company.
The applicants sent paid circulators out to collect signatures on petitions in favor of the proposed cabaret/tavern. Those petitions, which surprisingly also had over a hundred opposition signatures, were then filed by the applicants' representative at the Department of Excise and Licenses. When neighborhood-association members saw those petitions, we scratched our heads at Mr. Lifestyle's seemingly uncharacteristic naiveté, but it explained why grassroots opposition-petition circulators were told by so many residents that they had already signed in opposition and why our numbers seemed so low.
The applicants fired their paid circulators, claiming that they had misrepresented them in the community (?) and went out en masse themselves, re-misrepresenting the proposed business...this time as a restaurant, waving that tapas menu about like it was the answer to our neighborhood's prayers. I wonder if they also shared any details about their 8 p.m. dress code, sure to screen any neighborhood folks from rubbing elbows with "lifestyle" lovers from the 'burbs whisked in by limousine from the light-rail station, or if they shared anything about those very private Friday Night Flirts and the after-parties where participants can finally get rid of some of that bothersome lingerie.