Bullock Texas State History Museum
Review 10 Parts Stupidity, 20 Parts Cruelty
RECEIVED Mon., Oct. 2, 2006
Mr. Caligiuri,
While it's true de gustibus non est disputandum, and you're certainly entitled to your opinion, there's no excuse for the potent cocktail of 10 parts stupidity and 20 parts cruelty you served up in your "review" of Johnny Edson's CD [“Texas Platters,” Music, Sept. 29].
You say "Edson's first band was reportedly called Uncle Uh Uh & the Uh Huhs," as if this might be untrue. I know the Chronicle is often short on fact-checkers, but that's one you could've easily tracked. (Hell, you could've asked me – I'm married to that band's former lead singer, Herman Bennett.)
You also say that the name Uncle Uh Uh & the Uh Huhs is "about all you need to know concerning the creativity involved in More Than Friends." Now what in the hell does that mean? Sounds to me like yet another critic who likes to hear himself type.
When my first book was published, Turk Pipkin told me, “You're bound to get a bad review, and odds are good it'll be in the home town.” Sure enough, that book got trashed in both local papers.
I love Johnny's record. That such high-caliber musicians as Floyd Domino, Cindy Cashdollar, Chip Dolan, Asleep at the Wheel's rhythm section, David Sanger, David Miller, Boo Resnick, and Korey Simeone took part should have waken your dumb head up to the fact that some of us recognize talent when we hear it. As for your dismissal of so-called-mundane topics like watching water boil, marriage, and breathing – well dang, as I type this my head fills with all those crappy mundane songs about brown-eyed girls, fast cars, falling in love, big divorces California style, one love, and red shoes. Shit, don't even get me started on Springsteen lyrics.
With opinions like yours, who needs assholes?
While it's true de gustibus non est disputandum, and you're certainly entitled to your opinion, there's no excuse for the potent cocktail of 10 parts stupidity and 20 parts cruelty you served up in your "review" of Johnny Edson's CD [“Texas Platters,” Music, Sept. 29].
You say "Edson's first band was reportedly called Uncle Uh Uh & the Uh Huhs," as if this might be untrue. I know the Chronicle is often short on fact-checkers, but that's one you could've easily tracked. (Hell, you could've asked me – I'm married to that band's former lead singer, Herman Bennett.)
You also say that the name Uncle Uh Uh & the Uh Huhs is "about all you need to know concerning the creativity involved in More Than Friends." Now what in the hell does that mean? Sounds to me like yet another critic who likes to hear himself type.
When my first book was published, Turk Pipkin told me, “You're bound to get a bad review, and odds are good it'll be in the home town.” Sure enough, that book got trashed in both local papers.
I love Johnny's record. That such high-caliber musicians as Floyd Domino, Cindy Cashdollar, Chip Dolan, Asleep at the Wheel's rhythm section, David Sanger, David Miller, Boo Resnick, and Korey Simeone took part should have waken your dumb head up to the fact that some of us recognize talent when we hear it. As for your dismissal of so-called-mundane topics like watching water boil, marriage, and breathing – well dang, as I type this my head fills with all those crappy mundane songs about brown-eyed girls, fast cars, falling in love, big divorces California style, one love, and red shoes. Shit, don't even get me started on Springsteen lyrics.
With opinions like yours, who needs assholes?
Spike “Uh-Huh” Gillespie
