Sarah Fenske is to be commended for the journalism she demonstrated in her article "The Mayor Who Thought He Was King" [June 21], about the downfall of Avon Lake's ex-mayor, Vince Urbin. The story was so well written, with its mix of fact, description, and suspense, that it read like a novel one hates to see end. I grew up in Avon Lake and know several of the parties involved. Still, it was more Ms. Fenske's writing that kept me reading on than my interest in a hometown I left over 20 years ago. The article mentions Vince Urbin saying to a friend, "I'm going to make it look like the O.J. Simpson trial." This comment got me thinking that Sarah Fenske would have done a bang-up job covering the O.J. story.
Dianne E. Oliver
At last -- some relatively new music:
Xtreme Radio and WMMS are different [Soundbites, August 23]. You are not going to hear Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, or AC/DC on Xtreme, but you will still hear a few of those tunes on WMMS. They haven't let go of all the classic rock. I prefer Xtreme because it plays all relatively new music and bands, but I will tune into WMMS in the afternoon, when that stupid talk show is on Xtreme. I want to hear music in the afternoon, not Howard Stern rip-offs.
I think Xtreme was long overdue and a good start to something even greater. Hell, I haven't even turned on my radio since 107.9 FM went off the air. There was no reason to bother, since all you got was a big dose of mullet rock and oldies. I would love to hear more electronic bands like Crystal Method. Then Xtreme would be representing the other side of "new" music: the electronic wave that seems to be steering clear of Cleveland, but is quite mainstream on the West Coast. I wish Xtreme would start some small radio shows, once or twice a week, that would focus on the other facets of new music, like punk, hardcore, electronic, and techno.
Wiccan with a God complex:
Hey, Michael Gallucci, you ignorant fuck. Your piece on Godsmack [Nightwatch, August 30] demonstrates why people should unass their heads and do some reading before they write about Wicca. You write that Sully Erna is a "devil-fearing Wiccan" and a "black-mass-attending devotee." That's Christianity, moron. That's their devil and their religion, and it has nothing to do with Wicca.
Furthermore, without regard to anything that Sully Erna does or doesn't do, I resent the characterization of my religion as a dark and evil spiritual path. Wiccans are pagans, idiot. Look up the word. Satan belongs to the Christians, and they are welcome to him. You owe the pagan community an apology for your ignorant, bigoted words.
Brown's backers feel no shame:
I read the article on Sherrod Brown in your August 30 issue ["Don't Mess With Sherrod"] since, coincidentally, I was participating in one of the congressman's "shameless" bus trips on that very same day. I would dearly love to know what the Cuyahoga County Republican Party Chairman James Trakas means when he calls these bus trips "shameless?" What is shameless (or rather shameful) is that our Republican-dominated Congress and President Bush have done nothing to reduce the cost of prescription drugs. Incidentally, I have reduced the cost of my prescription drugs by 50 percent -- thanks to Congressman Brown's "shameless" bus trip.
Robert S. Montgomery
Bemoaning a barren Beachland:
It's a laugh that Cleveland is the rock and roll capital of the world. Where were the rock fans [August 30] when Vanilla Fudge played at the Beachland Ballroom and gave an explosive performance to a crowd of 60 people? C'mon, rock fans. Carmine Appice invented rock drumming. Jeff Bogert is a superior rock bassist. Add to them a Mark Stein clone in Bill Pascal and Vinny Martell, the original Vanilla Fudge guitarist, and you've got a rock masterpiece. If you're sorry you missed it, you should be. They performed as if they were playing to a sold-out Gund Arena. They all have what is missing in music today: genuine talent.
Mary Ellen Marcus