For example, in San Francisco, Richard Serra tried to install a sculpture featuring large pieces of rusted metal on public land overlooking the Golden Gate, one of the most beautiful places in the city. Thankfully, the public outcry against the idea was deafening.
Of course, local art critics called San Franciscans "provincial" and claimed that we were no longer a city that supported public art. (Many in the arts community also thought a statue of a giant foot would have been a great addition to the shore of San Francisco Bay and that a large peace sign in Golden Gate Park was necessary to remind people of San Francisco in the '60s.)
One of the nice things about San Francisco is that fighting stupid monuments to an artist's ego is understood as an exercise of your responsibilities as a citizen. All of these projects were stopped because enough San Franciscans are more interested in the livability of their city rather than the opinions of an artistic elite. When cities try to become "world class" (whatever that means), they become places without a soul, alienating residents and boring visitors. See bullshit for what it is.
Sorry about the landscape architect [Lawrence Halprin] being from San Francisco.
A gate that reflects St. Louis: We enjoyed Eddie Silva's article about the proposed Forest Park gates ["Gates of Eden," RFT, Aug. 1]. The gates are beautiful and remind us of Gaudi's architecture in Barcelona. Perhaps St. Louisans would prefer two pedestals, one topped with a toasted ravioli and the other with Mark McGwire.
Joan and Robert DiAntonio
Spud should pay for his hots and cot: I find it quite interesting that Lavell Webb's "royalty checks are fattening his bank account, but he can't touch it and can't spend it on anything anyway" [Randall Roberts, "Bad Rap," RFT, Aug. 8]. May I suggest he pay for the three hots and a cot he is getting? I do like the music, but I don't like the free rides!
Whose kids count the most? How do the Michaels take care of their own children if they are so busy worrying about everyone else's [Jeannette Batz, "Casualties of War," RFT, Aug. 15]?
What's with the hit on Percy? Freeman Bosley Jr., a passive investor in United Materials, is a good man. Tim Person, president of United Materials, is a good man. Jim Lohse may be a good man -- at least in Bosley and Person's case, he keeps good company! But he is a white concrete contractor with a company trying for minority certification, a position he's been in before [Safir Ahmed, "A Black Eye Affair," RFT, Aug. 1].
United Materials is some combination of minority and majority in its makeup. The city's certification process is designed to assure contracts for legitimate minority enterprises -- those owned, managed and operated by minorities. The city needs one such process with appropriate checks for fairness. Percy Green is qualified, has integrity and community standing and has developed a stringent process in an arena where such stringency is exactly what's required, and he needs the support of the mayor, aldermen, and citizens to do his job.
We respect the RFT's history of reporting from the margins and know enough of Safir Ahmed's commitments to value him as a colleague for justice. So what's with the hit on Percy Green's effort to assure legitimate minority participation? As Person said: "We don't give a damn if they count us toward the minority goal or not," with the implication that they're doing just fine, thank you. But add up the elements, and you have to admit to some ambiguity: mostly passive minority investors who own 51 percent while Mr. Lohse owns 49 percent, a rented building and leased mixing device, transport by a company owned by Mrs. Lohse, all the experience and expertise coming from Mr. Lohse, part-time management by Tim Person and the full-time employees are white.
We commend the mayor for suspending United Materials' minority certification while the issue is investigated. United Materials can and should contract with the city as a racially mixed enterprise (with white folks playing dominant roles) and compete for the 75 percent of contracts available to such an enterprise unless Green's office determines otherwise.
The Rev. Martin Rafanan
The Rev. Ted Schroeder
The Rev. Michael Vosler
The Rev. Bill Stickney
The Rev. Ed Heininger
The Rev. Ben Martin
Covering the other side: I congratulate René Spencer Saller for her honesty concerning the events that transpired at the recent outdoor dance concert in Potosi ["Radar Station," RFT, July 25]. Unfortunately, none of the media in my community was courageous enough to print something similar when rave-style events were busted in my area. Hopefully law enforcement will become more educated about what transpires at raves and how to handle drug use not only at raves but at concert events in general.
Dogs were victims, too: I realize the entire story of the July 14 storm-trooper raid of the Can of Vibe party in Potosi couldn't be told. So I need to point out the fact that the cops did indeed Mace or pepper-spray two very innocent dogs. I witnessed an officer spray the smaller dog in the face. As the Gestapo marched down the open slope toward the campsites, a 10- to 15-pound dog, which had been playing all day among the campers, came trotting into the path of the cops. One of the cops reached out and sprayed the dog right in the face and kept on marching. While we were all being held against our will for no reason, several people handled the dog and another sprayed dog, trying to comfort them and douse their eyes with water. This dog was abused for no reason by a cop who was in the process of terrorizing a group of campers.
We Just Blow
Your music writers act as though they've been crucified: You'd think René Spencer Saller and the rest of the music staff at the RFT pen their columns while nailed firmly onto crosses. Poor, poor scribes. Let me apologize on behalf of all musicians in the St. Louis area for subjecting your delicate ears to our pathetic excuse for music. You are indeed wise, and, well, as the RFT says, we just blow.
Your chronic bitching about having to "cover" the local music scene is wearing on our nerves. When you combine that with having to listen to the horrendous, worthless music we all create every night, you can understand how truly sour we are turning.
We don't expect you to attend every show and hope you're not attempting to listen to every song on every CD that arrives on your desk. All we want you to do is cover what you can without whining like 5-year-olds.
You're ignoring shows like the Ticketmaster Showcase. You're staying away from local bands playing at the Pageant and Riverport. We've played both of these venues recently. No mention. We don't understand it, but we digest it. These things are beyond our control. But please, please, please try to contain your complaining to how much you hate our music, not your job.
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