Never Feel Neglected Again

Has anyone read the UnderDawg's (Oops! Vomited in my mouth again!) new NorthCentral Noize column in the Graffiti yet?

All is normal(ly shitty and boring), until His Royal Dawgness gives us his take on the Bob Mould show:

Down at the Rosewood, it was former Husker Du frontman Bob Mould, solo, on the Body Of Song tour. This guy has been through more permutations than I can count, but never fails to entertain, and he was right on with an affecting vocal style that was reminiscent of Sting, and a guitar technique that brings back memories of early 'Floyd, and Emerson-Lake, & Palmer (sic). He started the set acoustic with some high energy anthems to post industrial angst and finished up electric, which gave the room a strong college radio vibe. Good show. Mould is maturing into a classy, intelligent artist. Catch him if he's in town.

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Need I say more?

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Of course I do!

So I wrote Graffiti a letter:

Dear Once-Great West Virginia Entertainment Guide Whose Name I Refuse to Speak Out Loud,

It's funny how things change, isn't it?

Back when "The UnderDawg" began writing the "NorthCentral Noize" column, myself and a lot of other hardworking, independent musicians here in Touchdown City (you know, the ones that frequent that wacky, crazy "123" place?) were quite miffed by the fact that His Royal Dawgness deliberately ignored every Morgantown band that was worth hearing.

Now, after reading The Dawg's take on a performance by indie/punk legend Bob Mould
-- in which poor Bobby is compared to Pink Floyd, ELP, and Sting -- I realize that being ignored by the Dawgster is really a blessing in disguise, as our canine scribe has little to no musical frame of reference after 1974 or so. In other words, he don't know Dawggie Doo.

So Dawgman, keep up the good work, and keep ignoring us. Please.

Fair Enough,

James Marinelli

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I usually don't do things like this, but I have to let the Graffiti know that at least some of us have standards.