Scratch My Itch

Week of November 7, 2001

Scratch My Itch
It's tough getting excited about an exhibition game: While I respect Joe Yates as a promoter, I'm not so sure that the attendance at one NBA exhibition game is a barometer of fan interest in professional basketball [D.J. Wilson, "He Got Game," Oct. 31]. For example, I went to the first NBA game at the Savvis Center (Anthony Bonner was with the Knicks), had seats 15 rows back and haven't been to another exhibition since. It didn't do anything for me.

St. Louis fans have to have a tie-in with a team to get excited about, and just because Darius Miles returns for one game, that doesn't scratch my itch for NBA basketball. Most of my friends feel the same way. Hell, most fans who have season tickets don't attend the exhibition games and wish they didn't have to pay for the tickets. I'm an African-American and a big Blues fan, and if Bill Laurie wants to place an NBA team in his building, that's all right by me. I will attend games.
Greg Gibson
University City

Northern Exposure
Is he or isn't he? I found your recent article "Feeding Frenzy" [Elizabeth Vega, Oct. 24] troubling to say the least. But the thing that disturbed me the most was St. Louis County Executive Buzz Westfall's statement that the development of this prime North County land would "improve the quality of life for all residents, and if not stopping [it] altogether, it will most certainly slow down the exodus of people from North County."

As a North County resident, I have to say that I have never felt Westfall's overwhelming concern for my quality of life. Furthermore, I find it ironic that he is suddenly concerned about the exodus of people from my community, especially in light of his strong support of the Page Avenue extension. Personally, I wonder if Westfall grasps that his new bridge is not only an incentive for people from North County to move to the St. Charles area but will soon be the means by which they may leave. Either you're concerned about North County population attrition or you're not, Buzz. I just wish I could tell.
Sheryl Chisholm

Stop This Music
I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry: This is Eric from Stare the Infant. This morning, I opened up the latest issue to find, oddly enough, that a copy of our album that we distributed around the Loop was actually reviewed and, at that, pitted against the new Molly Hatchet album [Paul Friswold, "Hatchet Job," Oct. 31]. I found this remarkably ironic, seeing as how John Forrester and I formed STI to confuse and annoy music journalists through excess. In defense of our performance, the majority of that album was recorded as ad-libbed don't-know-what-we're-singing-until-we're-singing first takes. By the way, I did try to make that guitar sound as disgusting as possible.

This in no way whatsoever is a criticism of the article; I laughed. Hard. The reviewing process that you described makes me giggle, but, on the other hand, we tied with Molly Hatchet. Past-their-prime Molly Hatchet at that. So, all in all, I'm not entirely sure whether to laugh or cry.
Eric Seelig
St. Louis

Laugh-out-loud funny: I just wanted to congratulate Paul Friswold on the "Black Panel" story. I was standing in line for breakfast at the St. Louis Bread Co., laughing out loud amid the corporate lunch rush. Funny, funny!
Chris Deckard
St. Louis

Wake Up, Missouri
So much to learn, so little time: Great article and very thorough [Jeannette Batz, "Grave Losses," Oct. 31]. I was surprised to learn about what happened to the remains and all the finger-pointing that has taken place. Maybe now some people will wake up to the fact that Missouri, especially the Meramec River Valley area, is rich in American Indian history as well as tangible artifacts. We can't stop progress, but at least we should slow down enough to study what time and nature are willing to reveal. There is so much to learn and so much to lose.
Kevin Yanker

Drugs Might Help
And a leash couldn't hurt: I have to shake my head at René Spencer Saller's jealous jab at St. Louis Magazine's "sex, drugs and rock & roll" issue ["Radar Station," Oct. 31]. Just because something is written in a decorous and highbrow manner does not mean it lacks "edge." It doesn't have to read like soft porn to garner reader interest, nor does it take a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, which Saller is definitely not, to realize that fundamental. As for her blatantly ignorant and unethical support of drugs, there are multitudes of musicians who do not need to boost their creativity with them, but if it helps her to sound better than an average angry high-school sophomore, perhaps she should. The Riverfront Times will never be able to undo Saller's damage to music journalism in St. Louis, and they won't be able to correct the situation unless Saller learns journalistic decency and/or is put on a leash. At least St. Louis Magazine can call themselves a "magazine" and their content "journalism." "Radar Station," since Randall Roberts' departure, is nonsensical trash.
Emily Larret Donner

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