By Amy Silverman
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By Weston Phippen
Rock Star Ridicule
Limping along: Is it possible for a person to have a life-changing experience?
Apparently not ("Marketing Misery," Bill Blake, November 1). So a dimwit pseudo-angsty rock star is doomed to make dimwit pseudo-angst rock and can do nothing positive except by your standards ("like unloading your bank accounts in an anonymous manner"). Sure, who can argue that? Maybe he already has.
I doubt it, too, and don't get me wrong, I loathe Limp Bizkit and every other white rap metal excuse for suburban anger. Their audience is only pissed because dad wouldn't let them take the Expedition out on Friday night. But if you're not gifted with a triple-digit IQ and you're used to cameras following you into the bathroom to watch you piss and you want to let the world know that you've had a revelation, what do you do?
My point is this: Maybe this is the first sincere thing Fred Durst has ever done. Granted, Bizkit has been on borrowed time since they first plugged in their turntables, but I fail to see the wisdom in ditching one's only chance at above-minimum-wage remuneration.
A couple of days after September 11, some friends and I were talking about possible effects the attacks might have elsewhere in society, such as art. I said something to the effect of: "After this, how could Limp Bizkit and Britney Spears (among others) ever go back to doing what they were doing?"
We're halfway there. Please, God.
Pride goeth before a fall: I have no thirst for Durst, or the cry-career of Ohne, either.
Fortunately, as far as stage fright goes, it's almost bedtime for Bono -- also a political pundit awash in self-pity.
Durst and his Limpwristic Band-Aids may also combine for some less than Pro-Bono performances for cry-me-a-diva conspiracy-of-the-month gigs. I think it's every good American's duty to just say no.
For those who like to sing in the faces of wimps in dark clothing, there have got to be other ways of washing out one's filthy trap.
Bono's sound-the-same exploit(s)tation of sensitive human issues reeks of fine whine. While Durst simply bursts with himself, all any of us can do is feel sorry for ourselves.
Biased blather: John Dougherty's recent articles about Maricopa County supervisors using box seats at World Series games have been laced with journalistic errors that demand to be examined ("Suite and Low," November 1, and "Ticket to Raid," November 8). The societal role of a journalist is to provide an unbiased view of a topic, with quotes supporting both sides of the argument. This is the fundamental necessity of the media.
Dougherty, on the other hand, reports as though he is a columnist by choosing vocabulary that is heavily opinionated. For example, stating the supervisors "raided" the United Way's suite after "strong-arming" them and "claiming" they didn't actually use the tickets leaves little for the reader to decide. Instead, the reader is left wondering what the supervisors did to anger the reporter into writing such a biased piece.
Where was the press coverage when the supervisors initially signed the suite tickets over to the United Way? Better yet, how much money has this organization raised because of the supervisors' generosity during the last four years? Why not examine the situation a little deeper and present more information, rather than skimming the top for tabloid junk?
Dougherty has an obligation to Arizonans and others in his field to report more accurately and fairly. From the incorrectly labeled photo accompanying the first article to the confusing rhetoric in the second, this work is unacceptable.
Kelli M. Donley
A careful reader: Regarding the World Series not being a Major League Baseball event: The hologram on the back of my Game 7 World Series ticket, indicating its authenticity, is the MLB logo. Copyright infringement?
We're sure it was the sincerest form of flattery: Wow, after years of thinking that the writers for the Arizona Republic couldn't actually read, I have proof that at least one of them can. And his choice of reading material couldn't be more appropriate: New Times. Craig Harris, the author of an article in the November 2 Republic, not only copied John Dougherty's "Suite and Low" story word for word (almost) which ran on November 1, he took credit for the county board members not repeating their mistakes. In bold type, it reads: "But they decided Thursday, after the Arizona Republic began making inquiries, to return the tickets to the United Way . . ." Imagine having all that power and not even having to lift a finger like Craig Harris can. He's a modern-day Clark Kent. Do you think he gets paid extra for that?
Keep being first!
Head of the class: Way to go, Diamondbacks. Glad you won ("Rookie of the Year," John Dougherty, November 8)! For the past several years, I have seen the fans of the Yankees and Mets act arrogant and rude to the opposing teams and fans. They would mock the Braves' Tomahawk chop and, given another opportunity, would mock the white pompoms. But like baseball fans outside of New York, I saw the Diamondbacks fans conduct themselves with class. The Yankees fans needed to eat some humble pie.