I love Helter Shelter, and I love to read News of the Weird, but I'm afraid you have finally run me off for good with your totally biased, nonsensical editorial slamming President Bush (“The Fog of War,” Nov. 29). I'm sure President Bush will indeed have difficulty convincing you that “abstract threats from tinhorn nations” are serious, but he will have no difficulty convincing me or any of the families of the 4,000 dead from the tinhorn's attacks on Sept. 11. There is no logic or objectivity in your editorial. It is only a frustrated rant. The Scene will enter my home no more.
Very very forgotten
The article on the Dusty Road (“The Bar That Time Forgot,” Nov. 29) ignored the most important aspect of this bar's history. In the '60s and '70s, Bobby Green's Woodland Street establishment was the focal point for Nashville's bluegrass community. Then as now, bluegrass was marginal, even to Lower Broad. Bobby knew there ought to be a hangout in Nashville where fiddles and banjos came first, and he provided it. As Bobby's health declined in the mid-'70s, the pickers' community moved on to other locales, but today's Station Inn scene is directly descended from the one he fostered at “The Roads.”
Bobby was a tough little banty rooster of a man, a former boxing champ who sometimes decked out troublemakers in front of the bandstand. He didn't pay musicians, but his customers kept them in beer. A nonstop stage jam began early on weekend nights, then revved up when the professionals dropped in after their Opry sets. Name players from out of town routinely showed up. The “World Famous” part on the sign outside was no baloney; at that time there were few other ongoing bluegrass venues of its caliber and intensity in the country. If we were talking about the New York jazz scene, Bobby Green's Dusty Road Tavern would have attracted more than its share of testimonials, historical accounts and TV crockumentaries. But somehow, such respect doesn't apply to hillbilly jazz in Nashville.
The old Dusty Road site on Woodland was unceremoniously bulldozed to make way for the Juvenile Justice Center. No news feature. No historical marker. No public memory.
Robert Cogswell Tennessee Arts Commission
Exposes good, editorials bad
I love reading the Scene each week to see the reactions to the editors on political issues. While I think your exposés on certain issues such as the Tennessee Department of Transportation are outstanding reading, I find your political views amusing at best and idiotic at least. It is a fact that “artisty” people think in a different fashion, and your editorial pages prove it each week. It is very sad to realize that you have no connection to the middle class but can only spout the twisted thinking of the left. To state that Clinton was a “briefly effective president” (“American Caesar,” Nov. 29) only brings the question of “effective for whom?” It should be fairly obvious that Clinton cared about one personhimselfonly. Any and all actions pointed to this fact.
I believe that common sense is the ability to recognize the obvious. The shortage on the Scene's pages is evident in each word written. But fear not: The common person who gets up each morning and goes to work, who loves his/her children, who goes to church and prays and cares about this country will pull us through this crisis, and the leftist can pounce around trashing the country in which you live. Thanks for being a member of the “I blame America first for everything” club.
ISO the shaman
I laughed out loud when I read The Fabricator column in the Nov. 22 issue (“Mysterious force haunts local closet”). Mr. Thaxton's closet is indeed infested with a mystery. It also has bitten my glasses. Eyeglasses that got new lenses about three months ago seem somehow to have lost their powers to persuade words to stay still on the page. Perhaps I should contact this shaman as well. Thanks for the piece.
311 Hollywood Dr., Old Hickory
Giving more thanks
Loved your “Giving Thanks” Political Notes piece (Nov. 22). Only, Ms. Garrigan omitted a very important politician who should be counting his blessings. May I request that Bob Clement give thanks for the blessings bestowed upon him by both the Scene and The Tennessean for artfully ignoring Clement's Democratic opponent in the 2002 election, Carlton Cornett. By refusing to acknowledge Cornett's campaign, our local newspapers help to bolster the myth that Clement is the only choice for Democratic leadership. This is especially frustrating, since Clement's voting record finds him consistently voting with Republicans; thus, the myth would have us believe, our only real choice is Republican. May I contend that Democrats in Davidson County would like Democratic leadership? Yet we are continually denied our desires by Clement and now by our newspapers. Suggestion for Thanksgiving leftovers: Try taking a bite of what you've always assumed you wouldn't like.
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