Take me out to the bull game: "Jilted Lovers" [October 19] may be the most idiotic article I have ever read. While you may have some faint knowledge of baseball economics, your conclusions about baseball, the Indians, and their fans are nonsensical.
To begin, witness three recent world champions -- Florida, Anaheim, and Arizona -- hardly the wealthiest of teams. This year, Houston was in the Series.
You write that baseball is supposed to offer "the gallantry of the great slugger and the ferocity of the high heat." The Indians finished third in the American League in home runs and first in pitching. Furthermore, the "powerhouse" of the '97 Indians World Series team did not win as many games as they did this year. Although the Indians squandered a tremendous opportunity and/or will be hard-pressed to match this year's collective pitching performance, I am looking forward to what is likely to be a playoff team in '06.
I imagine that more "fans" wanted to show their support by going to games. Perhaps the explanation for their absence lies in a completely different set of economics. Go Tribe!
Human Interest -- Not
Please, no more stories of that Ilg: You wrote an article on Paul Ilg ["A Curious Candidate," October 26] because you are bored? You wanted to do a piece on local losers? Nothing else on the North Coast was happening? Dude, this guy is a loser, and I do not even live in Cuyahoga Falls. Of the five votes that he gets, who will care? After you turned this article in for print, did you lie in bed thinking, "I really did some good today," or did you feel like a loser, since this was the best that you could do?
Here are some suggestions for future topics of real value: issues to be voted on in the upcoming elections, candidates and their positions (viable ones -- not losers or psychos that do not stand a chance in hell), wind study being conducted on Lake Erie -- anything but a story on Paul Ilg.
We're all bozos in this backwater: Why are you even writing an article about this nutcase, Paul Ilg? Send him over to my neighborhood by West 25th and Clark Avenue, and see how long this bald, middle-aged, John Hinkley Jr., Jodie Foster-loving, gun-toting high school graduate will last without having his ass kicked.
No wonder Ohio can't get rid of its state motto: "We are the backwater."
No more Journey trips: Just some emotional, reactionary feedback. Thanks for trying to stave off any potential Journey reunion [First Punch, October 26]. Hearing that syrupy, saccharine-rock standard "Don't Stop Believin'" caused me to turn off many a Tribe post-game radio show this year. Seeing that pencil-necked geek singer Steve Perry attending the World Series was almost as nauseating as having to hear him.
The Good Word
High five for the Hi-Fi: Great story on Billy Morris ["The Survivor," October 26]! It's good to see a nice guy getting some much-deserved press. Billy has the credentials to be a serious rock-star prick of the first order, but I've never seen him be anything but friendly and encouraging. I've played music for 20 years and have met many of the "big stars." Seldom have I come across one who conducts himself as professionally as Bill does. He doesn't seem to know how to be anything other than what he is, just a plain old nice guy.
I would also like to say a few words about the Hi-Fi club. The club's rep as a hair-metal joint is well earned and somewhat deserved. However, I can say firsthand that Billy, David, and Jimmy are all open to booking just about anything. I have played that room with folkies (Chris Nekvinda and Don Conoscenti), honky-tonkers (Hayshaker Jones), and my own roots-rock outfit. The room is awesome, the staff is friendly, and the sound system is on par with the best rooms anywhere.
It gets rarer by the day to find a venue like this, which is not only completely accessible to local talent, but encourages entirely original music. I would say to anyone who has a decent band and doesn't want to play the Hi-Fi because it's a "metal" club: Get over it, loser. Book your band there, and draw some people. You'll have fun. I always do.
A Different Tune
Hey, dude -- it's punk: Having recorded at Strangelove Studio in Lakewood a couple times, I take great exception to D.X. Ferris' story regarding the production of Heads Held High's EP [Regional Beat, October 12]. If the album sounded like it was recorded "in a cardboard box lined with aluminum foil," that's probably what the band was going for. If you listen to classic punk records, they all have that high-end, frequency-heavy, lo-fi sound that I assume D.X. is failing to describe. For D.X. to assume that Strangelove was entirely responsible, without asking whether that was what the band was going for, is a huge oversight.
Adam is a talented engineer, and his is one of the only studios that doesn't gouge local musicians. The results of the two projects I've worked on there were quite different and right in line with what the artists had in mind. Adam and Strangelove Studios are assets to the Cleveland music scene.
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