Letters to the Editor

Published January 20, 1999

History lesson

Jim Schutze's comment that "compared with Dallas, the racial time warp here puts Amarillo somewhere in the early '70s" is going off the erroneous assumption that single-member districts have created a progressive utopia out of Dallas ("Black out," January 13). I have to laugh. Do a little more leg work before you publish your next cultural analysis.

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Something smells fishy

Excellent reporting on an ongoing problem in Galveston Bay ("Bay botch," January 13). I will certainly be investigating where my seafood comes from, especially now. Think any of the seafood restaurant chains are listening?

Anonymous
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Hyde from Stuertz!

I often read restaurant reviews, and can generally rely upon them, but Mark Stuertz's review of the Jekyll & Hyde Club in Grapevine ("Theme puke," January 13) made it sound like he came just this side of vomiting all over the actors and patrons. A friend and I ate there while on break from Christmas shopping and found the food to be decent if slightly overpriced (but not unexpected given the venue), and the entertainment fun, if you got into it.

Chris, our waitress, was fantastic. We sat next to the stage. Both Chris and the actors were there "just enough": She to keep our wine glasses full, and the actors to get us into it. Yes, it's brash, busy, and overdone. But that's the point. Anyone with a little imagination (Stuertz obviously has one, or else he wouldn't have been able to come up with the descriptions of what he felt was regurgitated, putrefied food) should be able to enjoy Jekyll & Hyde. I did, and I will again.

I'm going to test their mettle in a couple of weeks with a birthday bash for 30-plus adults. I'll be more than happy to tell you how they stand up to a large group with separate checks. Maybe Stuertz is just upset that the actors didn't play with him very much. Maybe he should try walking into a restaurant without "Hi! I'm an asshole of a food critic" written all over his face.

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Damn, buddy

I am soooo over Zac Crain!!! I have felt this way for a while, and yet I haven't really felt the need to write until now. I opened the Dallas Observer this morning and the first thing I read was "Worst Crain of the '90s" (Letters, January 13). Ahhh, I'm not alone!!! What is this man's deal? What made this man so miserable?

And yet, people who have met him "say" he is a nice guy. So, is it all an act? Is he just an ass on paper to get a rise out of people? Yes, I know everyone has a right to his or her own opinion, but come on, guy! He critiques people's dreams. These people are out there busting their butts trying to make something happen for themselves, and here is this weekly newspaper guy dumping on them. I wonder how Mr. Crain would feel if someone who had a lot of influence over people critiqued his work poorly every week. Maybe they did, and that is why he is working for the Observer and is so pissed off.

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Zac Crain's "Take these records, please" (January 6) was one of the most hard-hitting and honest articles I've ever read regarding the state of the music industry.

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Zac, you left one out: Carlos Santana's Supernatural. Sounds like someone grabbed a cat by the tail. Even includes the bland Rob Thomas singing on "Smooth," eyeliner and all. Shameless. The thing that is scariest about this horrific album is that it will probably win about a half-dozen Grammys!

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Damn, buddy. You must like a lot of crappy music, because if that was your list of the worst albums of the 1990s, where the hell are the Backstreet Boys, 'N Sync, Britney Spears, Mariah Carey? Hold up. You probably like that crap. How can you put Limp Bizkit on your list and also suggest Korn? And then you put matchbox 20 there as well.

Damn, buddy, you need to quit listening to all that crap y'all get up there in Dallas, like all of those little girl bands. When was the last time Dallas actually had a good concert up there?

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Big "D"-lightful!

Thanks to Robert Wilonsky for bringing back some wonderful memories of the Big "D" Jamboree ("Good rockin' last night," January 6). I would like to mention my favorite and my worst memory. My favorite performance was by Roy Clark, making his guitar sound like a train. My worst memory is of gathering the courage to tell Minnie Pearl she had a price tag hanging from her hat. The time line was probably around 1965. By the way, I was unable to find a copy of the Dallas Observer this past weekend. Thank you for having a Web site.

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A Frank account

I swear that sometimes your paper goes out of its way not to call me out to offer true accounts of what really happened. Time after time, you write about the good old days and various events that led to what Deep Ellum has become today. Most recent case in point: the two articles (or should I say, wastes of ink) on the age-old feud between Russell Hobbs and Jeff Swaney ("Art and Commerce Street," December 16; and Street Beat, December 23). While most of your writers were toilet-training, I was there amidst these two knuckleheads with other neighborhood pioneers, Charlie Gilder and Jeff Liles.

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