The last cover story, "He Should Have Known Better" (November 29), highlights Larry Harmon's utter lack of professional and courteous journalism. Larry has disregarded the duty of ethics in his field. Larry should have known better! A few of his statements can be interpreted as a malicious public attempt to slander an independent downtown business that doesn't need any more trouble around its name or that of the owner, one that I'll refrain from using. I, unlike Larry, have class. Why talk about the owner? That information was not valid to the story. Just saying a bar or place downtown would be sufficient. Larry didn't say the names of the Mexican gangsters or people Squire sold drugs to. Larry is scared of those guys. Larry should be ashamed of sounding like a fourth-grade drama queen, and no "I'm sorry" could ever take back what's been printed. If he can dish that, he can eat this -- Larry, you should give up writing and get a job at a porn shop so you can be the creep you are.
I picked up a copy of this week's Reader, and I'm a big fan of a couple of the sections in there, one of which is the "Crasher" column. But I've got to say that this week (November 29) I think it's absolutely disgusting. I can't believe you would print something that glorifies drinking to the extent it does, and I think it's absolutely horrible. If this is the only way for someone to have fun at a party, maybe I'll just stop reading the column. I expect more from you guys.
The Reader is a document that need not be read in its entirety at all. Simply flipping its pages gives the mind a panorama of a culture of decadence, confusion, insanity, and decline, and this is worth the five minutes it takes to flip through these worthless pages. Therefore, the Reader redeems itself by serving as an example of a decaying culture, coughing out its last alcoholic vomit and other drug-infested mucus. And that is all.
The Entitled Hartin
Just read the article on South Mission Beach Jetty published November 29 ("SurfDiego").
Are you kidding me? You actually ran this article? Are you looking to promote "localism" in San Diego? What kind of logic is "Regulars are a higher caliber surfer and entitled to the better waves at South Mission Jetty"? If you are so regular and have only surfed SMJ every day for the last 30 years, you can't be all that "high calibered." You have no idea what other breaks are like or how to surf other breaks.
What is this sense of entitlement Hartin boy has? Fights? Yeah, right! I'll call the cops and have them thrown in jail for harassing me. Just last week my buddies and I were at a break where a "regular" was dropping in on other surfers, and when confronted he claimed to be a "local." Ha! What the hell is a local? The number of years you surfed there? How great you are? At what point does someone become a "regular/local"? If Kelly Slater was to paddle out to your break and take most of the waves, what are you going to do? Why would you not want beginners to surf there if it is such a great break? Are beginners not entitled to some guidance?
To Hartin, I'd say get over yourself and share this great sport. To the Reader, I'd ask your staff to consider what you are writing. There's already too much hate in this world; let's promote respect.Todd via email
Hear My Boo
My wife and I were at Bob Dylan's Christian concert at Golden Hall on November 27, 1979, which Jay Allen Sanford describes in "Blurt" in the November 29 issue. I was the one who performed the "one discernible moment of booing."
It was the sixth time I'd heard Dylan, and he'd never said more than a couple of mumbled "thank yous" before, and here he was with what I describe in my rock music book (Tell Tchaikovsky the News: An Essential Rock Music Collection, 1965-1979, 1984, unpublished, though G.P. Putnam's wanted an "irreverent book about rock music," so I sent mine, but they sent it back saying it was "too irreverent" -- I still have that letter) as "little piss-anty 6th grade sunday school s******* sermons," including the "I had this cross" rap you quote.
So the next time he started in, I took a deep breath, and at a pause in his sermonette, I bellowed as loud a boo as I could. The couple in front of me jumped. I was sitting in the dead middle of the audience and everyone heard it, half of whom cheered my boo while the other half booed it.
My wife couldn't take it, so she went out into the lobby, where they still sold hard liquor back then, and had a drink, during which a TV reporter came up and interviewed her. She expressed her unhappiness eloquently, and it was on the 11:00 news, unfortunately before the VCR-era, so we didn't get a videotape of it.
But an acquaintance of ours did tape the concert (smuggling it in dangling at his crotch), and even though he sat a long way from us, you can hear my boo and the crowd's reaction clearly.
But who cares? Dylan played the loveliest guitar solo that night I've ever heard him play. As a character in the movie American Pop repeatedly says, "It's the music I love."
Comments from Reader Website
Published November 28
Posted by BeHiResident on 11/28/07, 1:59 p.m.
I'm not surprised Dolce closed down. Ghettofabulites trying to be high rollers are bad for business and bad for a neighborhood. May the AC Lounge close next. F.Scott Fitzgerald said "the further away from wealth one is, the more one tries to live what one mistakes for a wealthy lifestyle. "