Those magic bridges; Baby Buddha; Duh; The happy snob

I, for one, don't want to know my dentist. I don't want to know my neighbors.

Upscale neighborhoods and Starbucks and big SUVs forever!

Jon Wickham

A critic scorned

From what I gathered of reading the article on The Ranchero Brothers' performance at SXSW ("Northern devils," March 23), Robert Wilonsky was pissed that Rhett Miller didn't give him what he felt was the appropriate introduction to Janeane Garofalo and decided as a result to write an entire article in the Observer insulting Rhett Miller and Murry Hammond.

To be honest, I severely doubt that anyone in Dallas really gives a shit whether or not Rhett Miller gave Mr. Wilonsky the introduction he felt he deserved to Janeane Garofalo. What I read Wilonsky saying that he wanted also sounded absurd. Mr. Miller had no reason to roll out the red carpet for Wilonsky. He probably realized that Ms. Garofalo had no interest in meeting an unprofessional chickenshit music critic for the Observer.

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Last week's Dish column listed an incorrect address. Ciudad D.F. is, in fact, located at 3888 Oak Lawn Ave., Suite 135, in Turtle Creek Village. We apologize for the error.

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