THE POOP AND NOTHING BUT THE POOP TO WM.โข STEVEN HUMPHREY: While I’m usually impressed with your high journalistic standards, I feel I must question your use of the term “poop-shoot” [“I Love Televisionโข,” June 14]. The term you used refers to a rather bizarre competition held during annual NRA conventions. (Charleton Heston, though a […]
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HERE’S HOW TO RUN YOUR BUSINESS! [Editor’s note: A few weeks ago, we announced a contest in which readers could offer suggestions on how to save our crappy paper, and here is our winner! For his great ideas, “Gullwing” will take home $25 and a box of light bulbs. Thanks for the ideas, and […]
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HE FEELS SORRY FOR JOE’S GIRLFRIEND DEAR JOE: [RE: “Letters to the Editor,” May 31, in which Joe Davis of the Pinehurst Kids complained of a bad review.] Man, what a bummer. When I moved to this town a few years ago, yours was the first band I saw that made me feel good about […]
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SAVE THE SEX WORKER! DEAR MERCURY: Your recent issue contained two excellent articles concerning the sex industry and domestic violence and abuse (“Taking Back the Night,” “Hello, Anyone There?” May 24). Until the sex industry is safe for all participants, and domestic violence and sexual assault are eliminated through education and respect for others, our […]
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NO “PORTLAND MERCURY DAY” FOR YOU! DEAR MR. HUMPHREY: Our office is unable to fulfill Portland Mercury’s request for a mayoral proclamation. The Office of Mayor Katz does not issue proclamations for commercial ventures, in this case “Portland Mercury Day.” I am enclosing a copy of our policy for your future reference. Good luck on […]
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OKAY…WHAT’S YOUR EFFIN’ PROBLEM? HEY MERCURY: What’s the effin’ deal? Sometimes your magazine sucks, sometimes it rules. Like “It Burns When I’m Peein’ with Nancy McKeon”? [March 8] I love pee jokes, but that wasn’t remotely funny. Then you print “That’s Yo Mama by the Dalai Lama” [May 17]–perhaps the most gut-busting thing I’ve read […]
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MEDESKI MARTIN & WOOD BEAT ME UP! DEAR MERCURY: First, why did you even publish Joe Wallace’s asinine letter? [Letters, The never-ending battle between Joe Wallace and “Tinks” about Medeski Martin & Wood]. All dirty hippies and rich, asshole bullies should be banned from your magazine forever. I vividly remember high school with Mr. Wallace […]
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WE CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THEY’RE ARGUING ABOUT! [From the editor: What follows is the fourth in a series of call & response letters from Joe Wallace (who loves Medeski Martin & Wood), and “Tinks” (who hates Joe Wallace as well as Medeski Martin & Wood).] TO JOE WALLACE: Sorry, I can’t let this go. […]
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OKAY, GUYS…TAKE IT OUTSIDE DEAR MERCURY: I want to say thanks for posting my opinion about the Medeski Martin & Wood show deserving more attention than an AC/DC cover band [Letters, April 26]. But when I opened my copy of the Merc this morning I was absolutely abhorred by the flippant, ignorant response by someone […]
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MEDESKI MARTIN ABERCROMBIE & FITCH HEY MERCURY: To the guy who bemoaned the fact that the Merc picked Hell’s Belles over Medeski Martin & Wood [Letters, April 26]: The show was sold out? Then I guess they didn’t need any extra publicity, did they? Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure it was a great show […]
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HEY! I LOVE DIS FEESH! TO THE EDITOR: Portland is a beautiful city, except for all those fucking elitist-prick-asshole indie rockers who think the world revolves around them. Every week I pick up the Mercury and enjoy quality entertainment, and every week some asshole writes in to bitch about something like, “You spelled the name […]
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HE LIKES US…WE THINK TO THE EDITOR: I gotta hand it to you! The Mercury gives new meaning to the word: RAG. I refer to the ramblings of Dan Savage [Savage Love]. We used to read his column out loud at work on break, but lately I can barely read it silently, lest I lose […]
