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Published on May 25, 2006
Flames of passion
Once again the male mind has taken something so fun and slightly innocent to perversion (“Vibrators Off,” May 18). Surprise Parties has never sold anything that is double-ended nor have we sold a single dildo since the company’s inception in 1988. I am very upset to learn that we had been placed in the category of sex shops. Sex shops in my mind are where people go in the back room for a lap dance or something far more barbaric, not where a professionally dressed sales woman in the local bank tellers’ living room can assist another woman.
We are in the home party business, where adult women host their friends, family and colleagues in the comfort of their home for a night of laughter, food, fun, friends and romance tips along with sensual items to spice up anyone’s love life. Yes, we sell relationship enhancers, but to say that is our “game” is a completely false statement, just as the Titans’ “game” is not popcorn sales. Yes, popcorn is being sold at the Titans stadium but their “game” is football. Our game is helping couples ignite the flames of passion in their relationships through honest communication, romance, fun, passion and play.
DONNA WITTRIG donna@surpriseparties.com (Lebanon)
Elite company?
In the news business, there is an old adage that “the monster must be fed.” In other words, when a deadline looms, something must be produced, whether it is real news or not. Is this how “Overture Strikes the Wrong Note” (May 18) came to be? One informational nugget begets an editorial chiding Nashville “elitists” for cramming culture down the collective throats of people who would much rather pursue more “mainstream” leisure-time pursuits.
Liz owes Martha Rivers Ingram an apology for implying that she would ever be less than gracious to anyone. I assume the statement that she would “complain that the riffraff next door is getting too noisy” was a satiric illustration?
I was on the same tour of the new Schermerhorn Symphony Center and regarded with awe a monumental achievement. When I worked at the Nashville Symphony, we were bankrupt.
This editorial and the one on Leadership Nashville berate Nashville “elitists.” Liz Garrigan herself is surely a member of the Nashville “elite” by virtue of a total household income in the six figures. That certainly sets her apart from her brothers and sisters slurping beer at the ballgame and driving ’89 Corollas with no hubcaps!
MARK LEE TAYLOR markleetaylor@comcast.net (Nashville)
Out of tune
I’ve usually found Liz Garrigan’s commentaries to be evenhanded, persuasive and sometimes even courageous, so it is with all due respect that I suggest it must be a slow week for issues when the editor resorts to demagoguery—which here she prefers to call “populism”—just to kick up a little sand (“Overture Strikes the Wrong Note,” May 18). More people like baseball than like classical music? I’d grant that for the sake of argument, but what’s the argument? That democracy should only accommodate a majority? I’m finding Ms. Garrigan’s argument hard to follow. Is it a matter of quantity of experience or quality of the people having the experience? Is Ms. Garrigan a Malthusian or a Marxist? Is it blue collar vs. bluestocking? Says who? I love baseball with or without fireworks and I also love classical music, and yet I don’t feel any inner class struggle or other conflict about it—even if my love for classical music disqualifies me from being considered salt of the earth. Has Ms. Garrigan ever attended a classical concert or has her only experience come from perusing NFocus, as her description implies? What does she know about classical music? She apparently doesn’t know that the 1812 Overture, aside from being a staple at fireworks displays, would probably only be played at pops concerts. I’m getting lost in the trivia of her argument because I don’t really see an argument here or even an issue. I’d be pissed at Martha Ingram too if she started complaining about the riffraff, but I see no point in getting pissed at her for something that so far she hasn’t done. Until this actually becomes an issue worth fighting about, and it never will, I will continue to enjoy games and concerts—from the cheap seats.
REED RICHARDS evan.richards@vanderbilt.edu (Nashville)
The clash
Bravo Nashville Scene for your astute, staccato analysis of the Sounds-Symphony fireworks clash (“Overture Strikes the Wrong Note,” May 18). I agree that Glenn Yaeger’s fireworks celebration ought to trump Brahams any day of the week. Now, if the two sides could just coordinate things a bit by timing the fireworks to work with the 1812 Overture. Now that’s real entertainment!
VALERI OLIVER valerioliver@yahoo.com (Nashville)
Technical difficulties
While the thought of the Nashville Scene “rooting for Everyman” gave me a chuckle (as long as they live in the hip neighborhoods, right guys?) (“Overture Strikes the Wrong Note,” May 18), one question did occur to me: why isn’t this $120 million acoustic wonder insulated from sounds from the outside? What’s next, telling the Metro Fire Department that they have to turn off their sirens when they’re driving past?
JIMMY WEBB jimmy.n.web@vanderbilt.edu (Nashville)
Try a little tenderness
I am disappointed that you try to portray the symphony attendees as elitist and the Sounds’ fans as beer-drinking blue collar (“Overture Strikes the Wrong Note,” May 18). That’s such an old scam. I believe both fans aren’t that different, although the focus groups might say differently. Instead, why not see if they could influence each other in positive ways? Instead of fireworks on symphony night, why not play the most dramatic part of a great Aaron Copland Suite and in return send hotdog vendors silently down the aisles at the symphony. You know, get creative already. In Santa Fe, the opera attendees have a black tie tailgate party in the gravel parking lot before the concert, and it’s great fun. I know we can’t all get along, but most of us are willing to try.
SEAN SMITH sean@seansmithmusic.net (Ashland City)
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