By Lindsay Toler
By Chad Garrison
By Brett Koshkin
By RFT Staff
By Lindsay Toler
By Riverfront Times
By Danny Wicentowski
By Pete Kotz
So now that my bestiality musical, When Heidi Met Lassie, is on hold for next season, I pause to look to the future. It's at moments like this that I fully understand Tennessee Williams' feelings about our fair ville and why native son David Merrick won't get in a plane that goes anywhere near St. Louis. But I also think things happen for a reason. It has caused me personally to widen my scope of vision goals and, hopefully, we will all find improved performance space.
When my predecessor, Dale Jones, was on his deathbed, he requested that I take over the St. Marcus Theatre, and I did so with (former) minister Dickson Beall's blessing. And I tried to run the St. Marcus in the spirit with which I found it. It was a spirit of artistic freedom without censorship. I wouldn't have it any other way. I have no regrets, because I never deviated from that spirit. I hope it will return.
Until then, peace, love, happiness and freedom to all our friends, supporters and audience members who were with us lo these past 10 years. And a special thanks to St. Marcus Church for giving us such a remarkable outlet and providing a voice for the voiceless.
I don't know Craig Pennington, but I do know that he commented on a subject on which I have had earlier letters published in the RFT. Not only is D.J. Wilson somewhat sloppy with his grammatical content, but I have publicly questioned (and offered published proof) of his ability to maintain a thought for more than a fleeting instance. His subjectivity gets in the way of his objectivity.
I have become convinced that the only reason the RFT retains D.J. Wilson is for one of the following reasons:
(a) He's the son-in-law of someone in RFT management;
(b) His boss has an even poorer grasp of the English language that he does; or
(c) He is retained because he makes co-worker Jeannette Batz look good.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
I wholeheartedly agree with Jill Posey-Smith that a publication like St. Louis Connoisseur is of little use to a public looking for guidance on where to eat and where not to eat ("Dining," RFT, Feb. 2). After all, if every place is "supposedly good," then what restaurants really are superior?
At the same time, I feel compelled to lodge a similar complaint about Posey-Smith's reviews of restaurants. Nine times out of 10, I know I am going to read a largely negative review of hers before I even open up the latest issue of The Riverfront Times. This has become a joke among my friends.
I feel I can no more look to Posey-Smith's reviews for guidance than I can St. Louis Connoisseur. I don't care what a person claims their area of expertise to be: If their comments are all positive or all negative all the time, then it is hard to look to them for direction.