Letters

It's easy to be cute and/or take cheap shots at such a display of "confusion." However, I as well as anyone can understand the rigors of the music scene, particularly at the local level.

Whether you like or don't like Ezra Charles's music (or Ezra) is an individual and personal matter. I certainly wouldn't make my views public one way or the other. However, you do have to give the devil his due -- the old boy has been around doing his thing professionally for quite awhile. And for that, as an ex-professional, I'm compelled to give him a modicum of respect on longevity alone! Not a simple trick in that business.

And to Charlie: Relax! Take a pill. Have a beer. Or as I would advise one of my beloved New York Jets, Keyshawn Johnson: "Shut up and play!" I learned that when I was starting to take it that seriously, it was time for me to get out. Try not to go insane.

Pete Selin
via Internet

The Last R.T. Castleberry Letter We're Ever Printing. He Has Hurt Our Feelings Terribly.

If you took out the bitchy little headlines you run over your letters, you'd have more room to run readers' comments, and you could give the irony-overloaded office punk who writes them a real job.

P.S. I was going to refer to him as a smarmy little shit, but that would be cruel.

R.T. Castleberry
Houston