Hair metal memories
As someone who has worked in the music and entertainment industry at the local, regional, and national levels, I wish to commend and thank you for the wonderful article that brought back memories of my beginnings in this business ("Sex, Drugs, & Awesome Hair," 3/19/08).
I started out back in 1987 and worked at all of the venues listed in the article, worked with many bands of the era, etc. All in all, it was a wonderful trip down a nostalgic memory lane, and for that, I again thank you.
Ron Schreiner Apple Valley
Whatever happened to Brass Kitten?
That article by Jeff Severns Guntzel was the best thing I have read in City Pages ever! I especially enjoyed the photo of Brass Kitten on page 3. However, the article did not mention what they are up to these days. I just went to Bon Jovi this week and last week saw the Atomic Punks. Hair metal rules!
Fluffing up hair metal
It's too bad that your fluff piece on heavy metal hair bands did not mention a few other nightclub notables from the Ryans/Mirage/Rockin' Horse days, the likes of the Regime. Never mind (no pun intended) bands like Avalanche or Porcelain God, who may have not been pure hair bands, but still kept the genre going without doing the covers. Rock on!
Paul Lampland St. Paul Park
Wife defends Fighting Frenchman
Putting stock in anything that John Hoffman has to say is pathetic ("Beer as combat sport," Blotter, 3/19/08). Why don't you check sources that actually saw what he did, observed his lack of sobriety, and can easily testify that he has a considerable ax to grind since the reinstatement of the Minnesota Boxing Commission obliterated his income stream from his drunken brawls called "Tough Man" contests? He is now relegated to being the "stiff" that suspect promoters call when they need someone to lay down. Get a grip.
Carol LeDoux Andover
What would Jesus write?
I think Matt Snyders found exactly what he was looking for when he attended a TEC weekend ("Jesus Weekend," 3/5/08). Mr. Snyders went in with a cynical outlook about a ministry and used that cynicism to ridicule individuals in a way that seemed disrespectful. I am not involved in the Catholic version of TEC, but I am involved in (and have been for 15 years) an ecumenical TEC ministry. I was one of those lives that were changed, and I feel better for it. I was saddened to see Mr. Snyders go to such great lengths to tear down a ministry that some may get a great deal out of. I'd be interested to hear what Mr. Snyders actually got out of the weekend, since he left that personal side out of the article.
Ben Hoogland Stillwater
Kids could learn from skinheads
"Skinheads at Forty" is a very valuable educational tool (2/20/08). It is a story about multi-racial anti-racist allies. I thought it was very thought-provoking and I am elated that City Pages brought this story to the public. The Baldies story should be used by every Minnesotan to teach about Minnesota history. It is a contemporary example of anti-racist movements in the Twin Cities. It helps us understand the meaning of violence, nonviolence, and multi-racial anti-racist allies. The Baldies' history could be used to teach about violence and nonviolence for social change.
Racism is not dead: It is alive and kicking. The Baldies of the '80s give us a close example of a modern struggle. Not only is this a 1980s Twin Cities narrative, but it is now a movement that has over 200 chapters worldwide. Minnesota's European-American community would feel a sense of anti-racist empowerment if they knew such strong multi-racial anti-racist movements not only occurred down South in the 20th century, but out their back door and during their generation.
The Baldies taught us about transcending race for social justice and can teach us some things about being a white ally. I am advocating that all educators teach about the Baldies.
Tanetha Grosland St. Paul
No forgiveness for White Knights
Like Greg, who wrote in the defense of his friend Paul, the article "Skinheads at Forty" took me back. I shared an apartment with college friends on Humboldt Avenue just off Hennepin Avenue in the late 1980s. I vividly recall walking back to my apartment one night with some friends through the parking lot behind our apartment building when a scary looking, bald, white guy, who seemed about eight feet tall, yelled "nigger" at me (I was the only black person in the group) as he ran at us menacingly. Thankfully that was as far as it went, but it was frightening. This experience had some positive results—I was young then and didn't have the appropriate awareness of my personal safety, and after this event I became more aware of where I was and never walked through that lot after dark again. On the flip side, whenever I came upon someone that looked like a skinhead, a daily occurrence in Uptown at that time, I braced myself. Greg does not seem to appreciate that the White Knights and people of their ilk hurt people outside of their stupid turf war with the Baldies. I believe in redemption and I am so happy his friend Paul has turned his life around, but the pain people like him inflicted cannot be simply dismissed because they were easily led and wanted to belong. That is a description of youth, and most of us do not resort to hate.
Michelle Ford Edina