did a little search on Roy
Lanham and found your site. I knew Roy. A wonderful man.
He was more than an occasional studio player for The Sons
of the Pioneers, he played lead with them for nearly 30 years.
This man could play flawlessly anytime you asked, regardless
of how much he may have imbibed. You might have had to wake
One of the classic stories about Roy was after a night playing
the Chart House in Burbank, they (Roy, Marianne (his heifer)
and his brother Ray) were driving home in their Cadillac when
it suddenly caught fire. They pull over, Ray is fanning the
fire thinking it would help, Roy gets out and leans up against
the railing by the freeway, and Marianne is screaming, "Roy!
Roy, your guitar! Get your guitar!" This was one of many
custom Fender guitars given to him by Leo Fender himself.
Roy simply answered, somewhat confused by her request, "I
don't feel like pickin' right now."
I miss him.I had the pleasure of playing with him a couple
of times (I play keyboards).
You've got a classic recording. Treat it well.
Looking on your site for info about my friends' fund raiser,
I stumbled upon the bar reviews.
What you had to say about the Turkey's Nest leaves me unsettled,
shocked, and angry. The Turkey's Nest is my favorite bar
in New York. The Turkey's Nest may possibly be the greatest
bar that ever was. The point I have to make is simple: 72
oz. Budweiser in Styrofoam cup = $3.50.
As a member of the middle class, I would like to say that,
although some of us may be "homely," at least
we have a place to go and get wasted.
Having been less than a block away from "this dump"
on summer afternoons, I ask-- where else is there a side
entrance specifically for those thirsty souls who want to
take their beverages to go. Where else does the jukebox
include Free Bird, Shaggy, Al Green, GNR, Madonna, and Johnny
Where else will the bartender, having just spilled part
of a drink on your
lap, bring over the entire bottle of Wild Turkey for you
My suggestion to you is to tear up someone else's castle
in the sky with
your needle sharp teeth, you vicious wolves.
Just Having Had the Wind Knocked Out of
Why don't you folks practice what you preach and cover some
local music in your music reviews section... Zero 7 and New
Order? give me a fucking break. let Spin cover that... i thought
you were about local uplifting... so, why dont you?
i've got a brooklyn based indie instrumental trio called
UsVsThem... i also run a brooklyn based record label, LittleFuryThings...
cover us instead... you wankers.:)
again, you guys are simply NOT representing like you pretend
like you are... Hooverphonic? what the fuck is that shit?
why don't you interview some local bands? interview Stereobate!
Shoes and Rider! Tin Can Telephone! don't end up like 11211.
be true. dont pretend. please.
First of all, we are freelancers, godammit, with the emphasis
on FREE. We all have day jobs. This often keeps us from covering
everything we would want to cover.
Secondly, why don't you send us your shit for review instead
Thirdly, we have covered music by LuLu, Baraka, Misra,
Thirsty Ear, and Arena Rock in the past few months. Here
are a few articles covering local bands:
Last, you tell us to "practice what we preach."
What the hell do we preach?
Please let us know.
Regarding the book, Nickel and Dimed, J
"Barbara Ehrenreich is a best-selling writer, a
and, as she mentions, in possession of a Ph.D. in biology.
behind those credentials and the comforting fruits of her
join the minimum wage crowd. She wanted to find out if it
to survive on wages of up to $7.00 an hour."
It's an interesting experiment and it is useful in that
those who don't
know the working poor or haven't been among them (e.g.,
most of the
readers of Harper's magazine, the NYTimes and other publications
have swooned over Nickel and Dimed) will learn that the
minimum wage isn't really a living wage.
One big problem with Ehrenreich's experiment, though, is
that Ehrenreich was not actually poor and thus unable to
apply for some benefits. There are programs (both government
and private) that would have assisted her with housing,
paying utility bills, and so forth. But because Ehrenreich's
a wealthy writer, she couldn't fully play the role of the
working poor person. The upshot is that we get an incomplete
picture: maybe the aid would have helped a great deal; or,
maybe we would have seen firsthand that aid is hard to get,
humiliating, inadequate, and so forth. Too bad.
Moreover, since Ehrenreich has spent the past couple decades
research and tapping on her computer's keyboard, it is not
that she finds scrubbing and serving the public painful.
Mr. Howell on
Gilligan's Island bitched and moaned when asked to carry
coconuts. So her near hysterical depictions of the 'oppressive'
circumstances ought to be taken in perspective. Yes, working
waitress is damned tough (I've bartended, scrubbed toilets,
torn tickets at movie theaters, etc.), but it's not a Soviet
Kevin R. Kosar
Lecturer in Public Administration
Robert F. Wagner Graduate School of Public Service
New York University
Dear Kevin Kosar,
Thank you for writing. I agree, the nasty facts of minimum
wage-living are a well kept secret. The value of Ms Ehrenreich's
book is that she challenges us to imagine the life of the
I don't know how well off she is, certainly not comparable
to Gilligan's islander Mr. Howell. She states in the book
that she does not employ a cleaning person in her own home.
And I did not have the sense that she found hard, repetitious
physical labor insulting per se.
She was able to obtain some financial aid through private
agencies in the form of food purchase vouchers. But the
overall point of her book is that affordable housing shortages
are crushing the working poor. And why should a person doing
an honest days hard work have to stand in line after hours
for a handout in order to eat or pay rent?
The humiliation comes not from the work itself (though
it's hard to imagine taking much pride in cleaning toilets
all day), but in the inability to fend for oneself even
if holding down two jobs. Ehrenreich does not suggest that
the working poor exist in a Soviet style Gulag; they are
free, though they are also cornered by market place economics.
Someone has to clean, and wait tables, and fold shirts at
Wal-Mart, but those someones are treated like replaceable
screws in a gigantic machine. The folks who lost their savings
with the Enron collapse, for example, were not regarded
much more highly by their bosses who held all the cards
and cheated at the game. It's not just the lack of a living
wage that keeps the working poor down, it's the lack of
hope, too. The work that needs to be done at the bottom
is performed by increasingly desperate but invisible workers
living on the insecure economic edge. Regardless of how
many credit cards Barbara Ehrenreich holds, her message
is clear: you can't make it on the minimum wage.
Whassup yall? I'd like to compliment Maurice for being a true
critic. I'm sorry he didn't like the album but at least he
didn't do what other "critics" do. You know they try to totally
trash something they don't understand. To Maurice I say "maybe
next time bro" In defense of my effort I will say this. The
album is meant to be more simplistic than my previous works.
The album as a whole is a throwback to original,well mixed,
head bop hip hop. While it is simple, there is more going
on than you notice on just the initial listen. But thanks
for not being a dick!
review. I mean really great. I too lack faith in everything,
just about, except honesty and truth, and honesty &
truth in music
(which is a lot to have faith in, but leaves a lot more
out). You said it well,
considering yourself to be pleased to hanging with them
at 26. I still
have faith in Fugazi at age 43 to even a greater extent
I did at 33. It
stays the same. The Argument catches their developments
and takes them to a new and refined level (though there
are some meanderings in the mid/later tracksI don't quite
latch onto); Furniture's a nice little wail too.
First of all, what the hell are you trying to do? I can just
picture you guys as bunch of CMJ-reading, Matador-listening,
ex-nerd hipsters who think that someone cares what the hell
you have to say just because you learned html. The worst part
is that you weren't unpopular because no one liked you or
your kind, but just simply because you were socially inept
and couldn't carry on conversations with people, as if that
gives you the right to make fun of people who watch ESPN.
I'm especially horrified by your music reviews. If you aren't
going to bother learning anything about the band and insist
on spewing misinformation, don't write a review. I started
reading the Reindeer
Section review only to read that it supposedly sounds
influenced by Belle & Sebastian. I'm not sure what records
your listening to, but every damn song was written by Gary
Lightbody and basically sounds like a Snow Patrol album with
one Arab Strap track at the end. They are also all from Glasgow,
Scotland instead of Dublin...don't you think Thin Lizzy would
have been in the group if they were Dubliners. You poor foolish
We're not ex-nerds. We actively practice our nerdhood every
day. And we don't make fun of people who watch ESPN, but we
do make fun of retards that write assinine letters. As per
the Dublin mistake... oops, that was pretty dumb of us.
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