Box Full of Letters from Issue #19
If he’s said it once, he’s said it five times
Tone, Tone, Tone, Tone, Tone. The unidentified bassist in the Flat Duo Jets picture [ND #18, Nov.-Dec. ’98]. C’mon, a little research wouldn’t hurt. It’s probably not David Menconi’s fault [ed.: this is correct; the article’s author was not responsible for the photo caption]. I’m sure he knows this, being a local N.C. Triangle man and all.
Bills, Bills, Bills, Bills, Bills, not Sills, is Jeff’s last name, the V-Roys skins banger [also ND #18, Nov. -Dec. ’98]. I know tape recorders can suck sometimes with their slurs and blurs. But it’s right there on the album cover. Maybe Grant Alden’s taking pills, pills, pills, pills, pills.
Don’t feel bad, though. Every article written on my band has some sort of misinformation. Come to think of it, every article written on anything has something wrong in it. That’s why I don’t believe anything I read, even the Starr Report, except maybe the part about the cigar. Oops! Getting political. I better be on my way. Just for the sake of a name…
— Rob Keller
Back to Brooklyn:
Revenge of the Cornfed
I’d like to repsond to the letter in the last issue [ND #18, Nov.-Dec. ’98] from one Hawes Bostic, wherein the letter writer requests “an immediate end to whatever burgeoning trend has [his] Brooklyn neighbors convinced that wearing cowboy boots and hats on their way to the Village is anything other than Urban Cowboy dinner theatre.”
Dear Mr. Blackwell, I mean Bostic: My heavens! With the sheer quantity of egregious fashion violations one encounters on the F train on a daily basis, I can’t believe you’ve chosen to single me out! And might I add, I may wear hillbilly duds, but you, sir, seem proud to wear the intolerant provinciality of the true redneck. That’s a hell of a lot uglier than any outfit I could ever whip up.
–Susan M. Clarke
Editor, Cornfed (Brooklyn’s Best Country Music Rag)
More on Don:
We’ve got it covered
Since I am in the military and constantly moving, my mail seems to be constantly following months behind. I just recieved my Sept.-Oct. issue of No Depression [#17] and read the editorial on Don Williams. I too was raised on Don Williams and consider him one of the cornerstones of Americana music; he is an icon of that wonderful era of ’70s country along with Jerry Reed and Mac Davis. As easy as it is to laugh at them now, I still feel like a eight-year-old riding in my parents ’76 Caprice wagon and listening to Don Williams and the soundtrack to Every Which Way But Loose when that wonderful ’70s country comes on. Don Williams definitely has an underground fan in me and you guys are not alone.
— Shawn Reese
(Ed. note: We guess you’ll be liking this new issue, then. Now, about Mac Davis…)