During the process of editing our May 14 Art & Culture story, titled 'A Kiss is Just a Mess' about WomenÕs Repertory TheatreÕs production of Stop Kiss we mistakenly transposed the name of actress Rolly Fanton with director Gayle Feldman. Fanton, not Feldman, portrays the 'upper-class woman' in Stop Kiss. As well, Fanton, not Feldman, has Attention Deficit Disorder and works with the anti-discrimination organization Journey Toward Wholeness. Naturally, the error, which was not the fault of writer Kristina Meek, has caused much confusion and a certain amount of grief for Ms. Feldman, and for that, we apologize. In addition, the phone number listed for the production was wrong. The correct box office number is 544-1000. CityBeat prides itself on getting the story right, and it we deeply regret it when we don't.
Welcome worn out
Bravo to Ms. Beak for telling the Reader that it has no clothes ['San Diego Munch,' April 23]. That publication long ago lost any respect and/or integrity it might have had for providing an alternative news voice in this town.
Ms. Beak questions what has happened to the Reader now that it is nothing more than a waste dump of innuendo, rumor and a Bruce Henderson soapbox. The fact is, it's become well known that government officials and city movers-and-shakers no longer bother to return calls to the Reader's paranoid and egomaniacal reporters. They know that the Reader will pretty much make up the story and slant it toward their biased opinions, so why give it any more fuel for its pathetic attempts at journalism?
The paper's 'City Lights' section is nothing more than cheap shots and pointless diatribes, its feature stories are meandering and painful reads and its movie reviews are a longtime joke ('Duncan Shepard hated it, so it must be good'). The Reader has long since overstayed its usefulness and the sooner it dries up and goes away the better.
The story on the White Stripes ['SLAMM,' April 30] was very good. I saw them perform at Soma that night, and they were magnificent. Their opening band, Whirlwind Heat, simply blew me away, as well. The Heat is reminiscent of the Locust, which is certainly a good thing, but I don't think many of the audience members understood that.
Anyway, I am writing to point out a little mistake in the article. The writer claimed that Jack White had a bass on 'Seven Nation Army.' The truth is that he tuned his guitar to sound exactly like a bass; he didn't use an actual bass. The only reason this matters is because it was important to the Stripes to use only themselves as musicians on this album, and have guitar, piano and drums as the only instruments. This is proven by the fact that at the show, Jack played a guitar during their performance of 'Seven Nation Army.'
Other than that, it was an excellent article, and certainly refreshing after reading the pile of crap George Varga wrote about them in the Union-Tribune's 'Night and Day.'
Editor's note: The writer of the White Stripes story never actually referred to a 'bass guitar,' but the way he mentioned the bass line in the song, it certainly could have been read that way. Thanks for keeping us honest.
How low is low?
Re: Ms. Beak's 'Reality among us' ['San Diego Munch,' May 7]. Reading your fine column, right on top of the F Street ad, struck me with a kind of synergistic irony. I mean, the people who read all them words about the danger of nipple-licking alcoholics (no doubt SDSU hellspawn all of them the nipple lickers, not the readers) will find in the irony of such highbrow crit being juxtaposed next to an 'Adult Store' spread should help to sell more of whatever it is you're selling. Huh? Whatever.
Seriously, and I'm sure that was not your intention to be taken that way, I hope you asked Billy Graham a question or two while you were visiting him during his nearly week-long festival of truth at Qualcomm. I hope you asked him if those 'signs of Armageddon' include anything about the 'Beer Bust Generation.' I was thinking the greater threat to civility was a kinda selfish me-ism that included gated communities and a tendency to obsess on your children's test scores, but what do I know? I went to State, and while I wasn't a frat boy, I knew some of them. They were beer drinkers alright, lots of sudsy behavior going on. I know one who not only changed his name to Brewer, he's an atheist, too. Maybe there is a link after all.
Well, what I meant to say, and it kinda got lost when I started thinking about beer, is that if this is the best you can do, pissing on Charger girls and San Diego State (and we know that they are both promoting evil, in various ways that each involve misappropriated equipment) maybe we are already doomed. I know it can't be because you are trolling the lowest of the low because you've got writer's block heavens no, that ain't it.
Say high to Ed Decker for me.
Ed Decker, your latest crap in your CityBeat column ['Sordid Tales," May 7] meets the standard of the crap in all your columns. There is a perfectly good reason why absinthe is illegal. That's because wormwood is a dangerous substance proven scientifically.
You further reveal your ignorance by alleging that marijuana is also not a dangerous substance. Only a fool would say that. Millions of people yearly lose their jobs, family and lives over drugs. Why would you want new drugs made legal? Only a truly stupid fool would say that.
Get off your 'legalize it" kick, Decker. It makes you sound childish.
Too complex for us
Regarding your May 7 editorial, 'The complexities of terrorism," it appears that some of the complexities have escaped you, as well. You suggest that Hamas and Islamic