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BEST PROTECTED NIPPLES
DAMN YOU and your Best of OC edition (Oct. 16)! I happen to be the roommate of one of Orange County's so-called coolest people: Randy Pesqueira ("'You've never pinched nipples?!'"). Why did you glamorize an abusive fetish? You have no idea what it is like to live with a neurotic nipple pincher. The boy needs help. Since the interview was published, things have only worsened. I have resorted to wearing protective nipple cones that would make Madonna drool.
-David "Bruised but Not Beaten" Armendáriz
Thank you for the entertaining Best of OC issue. It was witty and clever. However, there is at least one error I noted that I would like to share with you. I am referring to the column on Page 34, titled "Best Republican Who Is Not My Mother," which contains a gross factual error. While I did not serve members of the Families to Amend California's Three Strikes (FACTS) coffee or orange juice, I did in fact meet with Tim Carpenter, Orange County Public Defender Carl Holmes, and a concerned mother whose son was in prison. In fact, not only did I meet with them once, but another appointment was also scheduled with FACTS members, who later canceled the meeting.
It was unfortunate that they were unable to make that engagement. My appointment scheduler asked them to call back with a better date to reschedule, but we have not heard from them since. As with any other constituents in this district, my door is always open to hear their concerns.
Member of the Assembly
Thanks for including The Blaring out Show in the Best of OC. I appreciated your favorable comments and will endeavor to continue producing quality music interviews.
The Blaring out With Eric Blair Show
LOVE ON THE ROCKS
After reading the piece on Steamers jazz club, I came down with a nasty case of mixed emotions ("Who the Hell is Terence Love?" Oct. 9). Having played Friday nights at Steamers with my contemporary-jazz group, Simpático, back in the club's early days, I was glad to see Love get some well-deserved recognition. What bothers me is the pervasive attitude in the jazz community of late that discounts any genre but straight-ahead or Latin jazz. Call it collective amnesia. Forget about the influence of fusion groups such as Weather Report, Pat Metheny Group or the electric ensembles of the late Miles Davis. Forget about the local groups that helped start the joint and who don't conform to the recent Jazz Purity Codes. This music is unwelcome at Steamers today.
I'm concerned that this purist mindset will polarize the already miniscule jazz audience that buys recordings and supports the artform. Petty infighting between the "keepers of the flame" and us "guys who play the Wave crap" will benefit no one. What will keep this music alive is cross-pollination of idioms and instrumentation. The schlockmeisters will always be with us. So will the innovators-on both sides of the fence. Let's lighten up and listen up.
A SANCHEZ A-PEEL
Hey, leave Loretta Sanchez alone ("Sanchez vs. Dornan, the Rematch," Oct. 9)! I voted against Bob Dornan every chance I had. If Satan had been a viable candidate, I would have voted for him just to throw out Dornan. I am a white, male, "angry" Republican. People such as Dornan have been usurping and ruining the GOP far too long. Sanchez may be sucking up to the ruling elite of this country, but she is still visiting her district. Dornan wouldn't do that when he was in office-not even for his rich, businessman backers. Now that he is out of office, he wants back at the trough.
Sanchez went to Washington, D.C., in a dress she made with her own hands, and I have yet to hear of her jaunts in Navy fighter planes at my expense. She hasn't shouted, "Fag!" in Congress, has she? I suspect the OC Weekly's real problem with her is the fact the she is so boring. There's no fun to poke when a congresswoman visits a school to look at peeling paint, eh?
The editors respond: Wanna bet? "What are you doing at an elementary school, congresswoman: passing out voter-registration cards?" "Hey, maybe your husband can enlist some of these kids to tear down Dornan campaign signs." Whoa, this is fun! Thanks for the tip, Ross.
DRESSING DOWN DORNAN
I read Buddy Seigal's article and knew what I must do ("'You're a Scumbag!' Bob Dornan brings out the worst in me," Oct. 2). Unfortunately, my mission fell flat. Even so, I know that I must at least send off this letter; it may be my only stab at Bob Dornan's attempt to put OC in a political headlock.