The problem is there is not enough money to go around, and I believe you cannot take care of others if you do not take care of your own first.

Name withheld

So hard to be hip
The letter from Jeff Liles regarding metal and its followers ["Nail in metal's coffin," Letters, May 9] was pathetic. Don't ever presume to speak for "the public"; you don't speak for anyone but yourself.

Remember Theater Gallery? Jeff, your letter has the sour stink of hysteria about it--the smell of fear. What's the matter, Jeff? Are you running into fewer and fewer people these days who even remember who you were? Do you look the same now as you did in 1980? Is your own age catching up to you? Do the kids laugh at you behind your back when you try to hang with them?

Sucking up to youth culture won't make you a single year younger or a bit more hip. So much for your credentials. Mine include playing just about every type and style of music, past and present, without any qualifiers other than that the music be good. Genre-bashing is the last refuge of the insecure and self-righteous, and it is as wrong as you are. At least most of the bands you apparently revere have the honesty to acknowledge the groups that laid the foundation for what is mistakenly labeled "alternative" music.

Perhaps you should try on a little tolerance. I have my favorite music as well, but you know, Jeff, it gives me a musical center that the flavor of the month can't. The record companies are so glad that they are in control of the market again. You should hear them smirk in product-management team meetings when the bad old days are discussed: "Thank God the days of disposable artists are back!"

Doesn't have to be good, just has to be new! Poseurs and style-over-content advocates don't impress me, either, but do you really believe in your heart that metal has a corner on this market? Make music if you wish (or can), but don't belittle it if you can't contribute. Don't forget: In 10 years, the Foo Fighters will seem as silly as Cinderella.

Tommy Stewart

ASKA and you shall receive
This letter is in reference to an article that ran in the April 11 edition of the Dallas Observer ("1996 Dallas Observer Music Awards"). The article was about the recent nomination of ASKA for best metal band.

I have a great deal of concern about this article and the so-called journalist who wrote it. My concern is the close-minded approach the article's writer, Michael Corcoran, took. I consider myself a fairly well-rounded person, and while ASKA is not one of my favorites, they are very good at what they do.

I have attended several ASKA shows, and whether one prefers their style of music is secondary. They are very entertaining; they put on a good show. I believe if you are going to publish a critique of a musical group, that critique should be based on talent, not appearances. It appears to me that Corcoran is jealous of ASKA's status.

I do not believe the main point here should be who is getting laid and who is not. As Corcoran himself stated, ASKA has been around for at least four years, and they still draw a crowd. There is something to be said about that.

However, there is something else that bothers me about the harsh tone of this article. We are supposed to live in a society based on freedom of choice and respect for diversity. I think this small, seemingly trivial article is exemplary of close-mindedness and disregard for others' feelings. Not only did Corcoran insult ASKA, he also insulted their fans (and you never know who may be a fan). In a day and age filled with intolerance, racism, and random crime, wouldn't it be nice to open a newspaper and find either kind words or at least words based on an educated opinion?

The media could lead the way. I know it sounds unimportant, but I see no need to make one's opinions quite so harsh. We, as a society, must start somewhere improving the hatred mind-set we have. It is usually better to start small. The Dallas Observer could be that small start the media need to induce in society respect for diversity.

Deana McCord

Wrong woman on top
I settled in today to read Arnold Wayne Jones' ruminations on the state of women in the cinema ["Women, on the verge," May 2], but I stopped reading in the middle of the third paragraph.

If Jones cannot even accurately report the name of the actress announced just six weeks ago as winner of the Oscar for best supporting actress--it was Mira Sorvino for Mighty Aphrodite, Mr. Jones, not Kate Winslet for Sense and Sensibility--then why should I expect veracity from his subsequent observations?

Tim Sacco

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