To the editors:
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Mr. Wyman, I trust you wouldn’t have spotlighted 3rd Bass’s appearance at the nightclub Shelter if you’d known that the group’s most dedicated fans were likely to be turned away at the door. The reason? Not cool enough.
To Mr. Wyman I say, (a) Love ya, keep up the good work; and (b) For the sake of us hopelessly uncool people who read, admire, and support you, please don’t ever again endorse an event hosted by Shelter or its affiliates. To the goons I say: When you eventually decide, as you must, to get a real job, I pray your first interview is with me. You’ll witness the ugly spectacle of a man using his little power to negate the worth of another human being, but this time it won’t give you that nice warm feeling. To the organization flack who might concoct some seemingly plausible explanation as to why they didn’t let me pay my money to see one of the few groups that matters in my life, I say: Fuck you.
