By Ray Stern
By Ray Stern
By New Times
By Amy Silverman
By Stephen Lemons
By Stephen Lemons
By Monica Alonzo
By Chris Parker
Pickin' problem: Gee, where were the picket signs and holier-than-thou shouts from the members of Tri-City Baptist when Dr. Ralph Stanley played at Nita's Hideaway recently? ("Deathbed Conversion," Darren Keast, June 6) I didn't realize that he was a degenerate, a bad influence on me, not to mention that bluegrass lifestyle! And I thought only the Taliban were hiding in caves! "Footloose" is right. They need to pull their foot loose from their rectum!
Church weenies: I think the bible-thumper's logic is a perfect metaphor for segregation. They said Nita's just wouldn't fit in with a church-surrounded area? Keep the blacks out of the white schools? Sound familiar?
I'm in one of these bands that play these venues. The reason we've never played Nita's before was because of its condition. We want to play in a clean place. A business of this nature wouldn't bring graffiti. We (the bands and fans) want the area clean just as much as the next guy. If anything, you would think Nita's would bring a small boost to the economy in the area, more productivity would lure more businesses and more money for the city to keep the city clean. Am I right?
With as little as there is to do here for the youth, most turn to drugs and alcohol. Live music offers an interesting option other than drugs and alcohol.
I think the churchgoers need to loosen up. Rigor mortis isn't supposed to kick in until after you die.
Lady sings the blues: Gosh. What a great review for me ("Right to Sing the Blues," Robrt L. Pela, June 6). Only problem is I'm on the right-hand side of the photo, not the left!
I'd like to know why the reviews never mention how much the audience enjoys the show?
Thank you for the review and I hope you enjoy future productions better.
Difference of opinion: In response to your dim-witted idea of a review for Triumph of Love ("Love Stinks," Robrt L. Pela, May 30), I must say that you must have some major complex you're overcoming in your personal life. I've seen the show and I was on the floor laughing with the hysterics on stage. The music was incredible and the cast had more musical talent in their left thumbs than you ever will have your entire life.
Knowing that you write for a major entertainment paper here in the Valley puts a knot in my stomach and makes me squeamish just thinking about it.
Drive-by baristas: "The Last Days of Gold Bar" (Amy Silverman, May 30) offers a revealing glimpse at the inside customers but fails to capture the essence of us outsiders: the daily dedicated drive-thruers who patronize Gold Bar.
Over the last several years, my afternoon order for a "triple-shot iced skinny latte in a paper cup" has been flawlessly prepared by the time I reached the window. At first it was face recognition. Then it was a simple wave of the hand or crude sign language; I was usually recognized from three or four cars back. I realized my true status as a regular/addict when the barista had my drink ready to go, whether arriving by company or personal car, shirtless or formal, front seat or back, in any disguise. Even my pet boxer and now-deceased Dalmatian knew their fix was ready they would slobber all over the backseat until they received their habitual doggie bone through the window.
While I occasionally broke the routine and wandered inside, my window view was best. The aroma of freshly ground espresso would float into my car. Like the Hitchcock thriller, Rear Window, I could catch momentary snapshots of the insiders at their tables conducting business or just hanging out many of whom were pictured or described in your article.
I share the sense of loss with the impending closure of Gold Bar. Many thanks to P.Z. and his staff for a unique coffeehouse and my daily buzz.
Hush money: Your "Blame Game" article (Robert Nelson, May 30) goes to the issue of threatened lawsuits by the Diocese of Phoenix to silence the press and the fact that "parishioners will be forced to pay out millions more . . . because of the obstructionist behavior of their bishop." Where the money is coming from is a question that demands answers. There are denials there, too. I would like to see the County Attorney or the Attorney General's office look into possible violations in using funds intended for social services. The Catholic population has already seen enough money with wings on it going to pay lawsuits. The latest news of Monsignor Dale Fushek's payment of $45,000 to silence a man who threatened (or blackmailed) him was enough to gag many of us. Who gave that $45,000?
Monsignor Fushek is a good person but somehow he had the idea he could easily pay off some threat and not have to go to court. Attorney Mike Manning said it would have cost more to defend a lawsuit. Monsignor Fushek should have gone to court "proper" like people do who have no money. The $45,000 was not Fushek's to pay off blackmail.