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I just wanted to say a big fat "Bravo!" to Seigal for his article on roots music. I really liked how he pointed out that the mainstream bands (particularly in swing) were not the best. It was good to see that not everyone is caught up in the mainstream rush of swing and that the real bands are noticed. -Matt Becker
Ska predates roots reggae by several years, contrary to Seigal's statement, "Not to be confused with dancehall, ska, ragamuffin or any of the other offshoots of real reggae." Ska is definitely not an offshoot of "real reggae," as he suggests. Without the inception of ska in Jamaica in the late '50s/early '60s, roots reggae might not be where it is today, if in existence at all.-Jesse Miner
Buddy Seigal responds: While my choice of wording may not have been clear, the ska I was referring to was the third-wave pop/ska so common to OC. Of course, I'm well-aware that pioneering ska artists like Prince Buster, the Vikings, the Skatalites, Desmond Dekker, et al. predated the evolution of reggae.I am a female in my late 20s who recently spent time with the members of Sugar Ray at a gig in Kennewick, Washington. Unlike what Michael Alarcon's article suggests, I found each of them to be charming, witty and extremely grounded. I did not find them to be "fucking dicks," nor did they treat me like shit. I've been waiting for an article on Sugar Ray for a long time and was thoroughly disappointed after reading "Sugar Ray: Lightweight Champs! And Loving It!" (Feedback, Aug. 14). By Alarcon's own account, this is a band from Orange County that has sold more than 2.5 million records, yet he decides to talk about why the press likes or dislikes Sugar Ray. Who do you think cares about what the media think? Certainly not the fans. It is extremely negligent for the press to not acknowledge a band that's sold 2.5 million records in its own back yard. There's a story here, and it is absolutely irresponsible for Alarcon or any other journalist to not report it.-Michelle Meakin
Vancouver, British Columbia
Michael Alarcon responds: First, I never said Sugar Ray were "fucking dicks." Those were the words of a female journalist who's had bad encounters with them. And they didn't treat me like shit, either; they were extremely charming. Second, if you read the intro before the actual interview, you'd see that the premise of my interview was to ask them how they felt about the bashing they get by the press. Instead of dressing the band up in cute, trendy clothes a la Rolling Stone or Details, I decided to give them a chance to answer their critics. Sorry for trying to be creative and confusing you. To answer your last question, Sugar Ray care what the media think-they told me so. They were upset that they've never been featured in the Weekly. You should be thanking me; I was the only one who wanted to interview them.MORE MUSICAL MEMORIESBuddy Seigal's "The Playback, Part 1" (Music, Aug. 7) managed to bring back memories of music that held few good memories for this survivor of the '70s. Reading such names as Morris Albert, Starland Vocal Band and REO Speedwagon again made me afraid to go to sleep at night for fear that I might have horrible nightmares. How dare Rhino Records, which usually shows good taste when it comes to reissues, release a whole box set of '70s music. Wasn't it enough that we had to suffer through that shit once?Speaking of shit, I was surprised that certain '70s nuggets (and I use that term very loosely) didn't make it into Rhino's box from hell. Where's Sister Sledge's "We Are Family" or Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" and "Hot Legs"? And how, oh how, could they have forgotten to include anything by Cat Stevens or Leo Sayer? If Rhino is going to make us suffer again for our sins, why don't they make us really suffer?-John McElligott Jr.
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Buddy, Buddy, Buddy. Most of the time, I enjoy your sardonic drivel. Most of the time, you are right (no, I'm not pulling your Leftist, liberal leg). But I must take exception with your article.Please tell me you were just being sarcastic when you grouped "ABC" and "Love Train" together with "Maggie May," "Hot Rod Lincoln" and "School's Out." Or tell me you're under 30. Either excuse will suffice to cover your piss-poor clusterings. "Green-Eyed Lady" is "cheesy as hell"? "Lady" is "eminently annoying"? "Do You Feel Like We Do" is "toxic waste"?Well, I guess musical tastes are like assholes: everybody's got one. Try yours with a side of dry, crumbly shit; it will probably make it a touch more palatable.-Fast Eddie
Buddy Seigal responds: Although I'm well-aware it's eminently fashionable to bash Rod Stewart, his early '70s, pre-disco output was among the most inspired rock & roll of that-or any other-era. This includes "Maggie May." And if you didn't love "School's Out," you were never a teenager-which is no surprise, as you apparently are a Republican. Regarding your scatological invitation, I'd like to respond in kind, but my editor gets pissed off when I discuss my fondness for forcing Republicans to toss my salad. And for John, I'd like to note that the songs I catalogued were but selections from Rhino's box set; some of the songs and artists you mention were indeed included. Pick up the set if you would like your suffering to be more comprehensive.CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE?I teach Spanish at UC Irvine, and this summer, I demonstrated various articles from your publication to my students to show them that there is a growing recognition among the media of their growing Latino audiences as an integral part of society that deserves to be addressed in English on a large scale instead of being ignored, as is almost always the case. Now I have Patt Monte's letter to bring into class to reinforce the fact to my students that racism is alive and well, and that hopefully their Spanish will serve as a key to a culture that they can better try to understand instead of giving in to their fears against this inevitably growing population (Letters, Aug. 14).So please thank Patt for providing herself as an example of the kind of asshole that I am teaching my students not to be. Also, in regards to the "illegal Mexican pig" who should be "thrown over the border with her 10 mongoloid bastards": I don't know if Patt has ever been to Mexico, but I just got back from there, and it is a place where 5-year-olds will come up to your table and sing their little hearts out and play broken guitars just to get 2 pesos so they can eat . . . where many have no opportunity whatsoever no matter how hard they work. I wonder if Patt has any children, and if she did and lived in Mexico, I wonder if she wouldn't consider bringing them to a place like the U.S., where there's a better chance that her children wouldn't suffer hunger pangs every night, even if it meant having to deal with racist idiots calling them "pigs" and "illegal aliens." People don't lose their humanity when they cross a border; they are not "aliens"; and Patt, just because your mongoloid children will have the opportunity to grow up in Laguna Hills does not mean that you should begrudge others who are trying to provide for their kids-legally or "illegally."I think that the one who deserves "the kick in the cunt" is not the poor woman with the 10 kids and the $12,000 but the one sitting on her fat ass in the hills, writing hateful messages to hurt people she doesn't even know or understand. I suggest that the OC Weekly raise some money and send Patt to a Spanish class for a little enlightenment, or maybe just so she can stop killing time doing more harm than good.-Mary Ann Carsillo
IrvineSHIP COMES INRegarding Jon Hall's account of "Bobby," the homeless man who recently died (First Person, July 24), we offer our sympathy and express sorrow for him and other individuals who find themselves in similar circumstances, lacking access to basic necessities such as those mentioned: food, housing, showers, transportation, jobs and health services.While this saddens us, we are happy to inform your readers that many of these essentials are available to Orange County's homeless population through ministries currently being offered by local churches. Mr. Hall may not be aware of the ecumenical group of churches, for instance, that host the Shelter for the Homeless Interfaith Program (SHIP) in Orange County, which provides free access to all of these basic needs to individuals participating in the program. Additionally, a mailing address; voice mail; bus passes; clothing vouchers; laundry services; counseling by a trained personal adviser; and referrals to health, dental and vision specialists are also provided. Interested peoples can contact SHIP program coordinators Jim Huffman or Sherril Svalstad at (714) 897-3221.-Marilynn Nehrbass
SHIP church coordinator
United Methodist Church of Fountain Valley
SHIP personal adviser
DOUBLE VISIONI was sitting at the Fullerton Rock 'n Java reading the Aug. 14 OC Weekly, as is my wont on a beautiful Friday morning. I finished carefully perusing the Wherehouse ad on Page 37. I turned the page . . . and there it was. Old age, bad living or something had finally caught up with me. The text was blurred . . . nothing made sense. . . . I was incommunicado from the OC Weekly. Oh, jeez! How can I keep up with B-1 Bob, El Toro, the toll road . . . all the things that make living in OC interesting?Then I turned the page and with it dropped 20 years. I have lived a good life; I CAN see again. All is as it should be. But I think there must be a case for a lawsuit alleging temporary loss of centeredness or something. Wanna settle out-of-court?Very sightedly yours (again),
-Richard A. Hein
The editors respond: Special Agent Hein, what on Earth are you doing writing this letter that everyone can see? Page Y-286 in your Black Op Policy Manual clearly describes the proper use of the secret-decoder eyeglasses that Professor Hennessey gave you last month to read your copy-and only your copy-of that "blurred" page in your Weekly-and only your Weekly.