Letters. 4.11.07


Everybody loves beef

I do not understand why this article places emphasis on how slim the hip-hop game is in NC [“Hip-hop battle turns to summit”; March 21, 2007; by Jordan Green]. Ed E. Ruger is professional on every level. You say “happy gangster and hillbilly” – honestly how much respect can you get from writing that and how much respect can they get in the hip-hop community from those who do not know them?

Daggone man, think!

I am coming to the show this Friday to see them, hopefully you have not scared away these rappers’ untapped fan base. They are all good emcees, even the Chosen One. He just has to get that chip off his shoulder and Ty needs to lay off of him.

Brandon B


Regardless of the lack of understanding of hip hop by Mr. Green, I’m glad to see that this publication is at least making an effort to publicize the constantly growing scene of hip hop in the Triad.



Honk the tonk


I just wanted to thank you for capturing the true essence of HonkyTonk Special in the article published this week [“A special kind of HonkyTonk”; April 4, 2007; by Jordan Green]. I have been a friend of Jason’s for 13 years and have seen him do nothing less than battle his way through life to make it to where he is today.

I was there at the Clubhouse on Tuesday night and have never seen HonkyTonk Special put on a more heartfelt show. Any success that comes his way he, as well as his bandmates, deserve more than words can even begin to explain. For the most part, any artistic adventure Jason embarks on, he does with complete ignorance, teaching himself everything along the way – this includes music and tattooing.

I used to go with Jason when he was a one-man show to the Flatiron downtown for open mic and watch him play for less than adoring crowds, but that was never a deterrence. His confidence in his music and in himself grow every day.

I always have and always will support Jason in any venture he so chooses because true happiness for him seems to be a rarity. He and his band have the ability to revive a lost culture that is slowing seeping back into mainstream America. Thank you for being a part of this much needed and long-awaited revival

My best,

Kayte Farkas


Save the snark


I think very highly of Anna Quindlen and hope along with her that snarkiness, that snide quality of discourse that teen males consider philosophy, will soon become passé [“Clarey is celebrating the death of snark and style”; April 4, 2007; by Brian Clarey].

The only good thing that can be said of snark is that it improves slightly on name-calling. The worst thing about it is the way that it can only be fought with more of itself.

If Coulter, Queen of Snark says… well, anything at all, those of us not yet sucked into the dark side want to crack wise about bony bottle-blondes who need boyfriends. And so we devolve down the drain to thrash in the sewer with her.

If I were religious, I’d find solace in picturing Coulter and Limbaugh in the next life forced to live as husband and wife because their minds were so perfectly attuned in this one. After all, if the punishment were applied universally, what’s the worst I could encounter? Eternity with Rosie O’Donnell? Hey, at least I’d get plenty of laughs.

But I digress (mainly in an attempt to make this so long that you can’t possibly publish it). The reason I write is to ask you to reconsider your abandonment, however temporary, of snark, because you have a deft touch with it. “Crashing the Gate” of April 4 was a masterful demonstration of subtle snarkiness and how to separate the comic element from the plain nastiness (“…credited with an assist.” Haw!).

In fact, I would say your examples of snark were so finely crafted that they qualify as irony, and despite the pundits I believe that irony cannot die. Irony is a god that begets only finer versions of itself. Irony is gentle, thoughtful, intelligent, (irony would make a good masseuse) and it breeds camaraderie instead of conflict.

You point out something ironic and the guy next to you, whether he’s redneck, blue-collar, or whitebread, will nod and say, “Yeah, that is ironic.” It’s the nonpartisan way to acknowledge that the world is hard to understand and pretty much out of our control. So this here polemic seeks to encourage you to explore more of your snarky side, because it makes a good read. At least, it beats a six-column recount of a Greensboro City Council meeting. If you’ll pardon the snark.

John Davis