I spend a lot of time in bars alone. As sad as that seems (and is) it gives me plenty of time to read Orlando Weekly as I sip my favorite brew. "Blister" has given me a reason to continue living (well, that and Percocet). We've even given you a shout-out, as the kids say, on our podcast: Episode 20, a long harangue about books and fat chicks, which is where you come in.
Not that you're a fat chick; you seem quite svelte in your photos. It was in reference to your article about the guy suing the dating service because of all the fat chicks `"No fat chicks," Jan. 4`. Classy. I am positive that it has had a lasting effect on at least three of our five listeners.
Anyway, without sounding too much like a hetero with a suspicious man crush, thanks. Keep it up. The writing, I mean. And check us out at www.thebrilliantmistake.com. I promise it won't be the worst thing that ever happened to you.
Andy Molino, via the Internet
Don't blame the band
After reading your review of the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert `"This Little Underground," Feb. 8`, I had to write. Your friend Jason Ferguson's age issues have nothing to with the band's performance. The band has been around for over 20 years; you don't have worldwide sold-out tours without having a diverse range of people who like the band. It's human nature — as people age — to want to hear songs from your youth. Why? To "feel" young again.
With all that has happened to this band — hard drug abuse, divorce, death — I don't think `they` want to go back and try and pretend it's 1986. I, on the other hand, embrace their growth because I've grown as a person and don't feel sad about it.
And I don't think the band was "bored." They've been on tour now for the last year. That's a lot of traveling, bad food and stress, and a veteran band knows when to pace itself to prevent burnout.
What did strike me as strange was many "young" people at the show were just sitting in their chairs with blank looks on their faces. They were not excited to go to the show and party with the band. I saw at least 20 couples sitting in their seats, not up and dancing, not even trying to have a good time. If they want to shell out $100 to sit and be dull, that's their choice, but don't blame the band.
Douglas Davenport, via the Internet
Not L.A., yet
I am a Realtor, but not part of the drone of idiots that want to turn Orlando into "another Los Angeles." Having lived, suffered and floated through the toilet of L.A., I shiver at the thought of turning this still pretty functional and somewhat pleasant city into a Central Florida version of the City of Angels. Or is it the City of Angles? Whatever. L.A. is a serpentine cement behemoth spreading out in the four directions, it's overpopulated, automobile-addicted, crime-infested, and mentally and spiritually retarding. It used to be nice, but they overdeveloped it.
Similar thing in Miami; a congested toilet, but without mountains and hiking trails.
And here comes Orlando. Not a tree will be left standing. Any and all vacant space will be "utilized," "improved." Case in point: what used to be an empty field on the corner of Sand Lake Road and Dr. Phillips Boulevard, adjacent to an existing shopping plaza. This vacant lot had a seasonal tenant, a Christmas tree farm. Last November I found the field staked out. It will become another shopping plaza. How quaint.
Why not turn this open space into a neighborhood organic vegetable and fruit co-op? They have such things in other states, but in Florida this would never fly. The formula here is: Open space equals cement equals high gross profit. Unfortunately, Orlando is sucking up that formula.
Spencer Dryden, OrlandoSpencer Dryden, Orlando firstname.lastname@example.org