Re: Joseph Treviño’s “Unchained Melody: Roquero Heaven” [A Considerable Town, March 29–April 4]. Great article! As kids, my friends and I used public transportation to get us around downtown Los Angeles. We would attend Mass at Olvera Street, then head over to Clifton’s Cafeteria for lunch. I’m now 23 and proudly work downtown. Despite some of the remarks I hear, the neighborhood has very much improved. I often catch the Dash on my lunch hour, and love to explore places I frequented as a child. I actually walked into the old location of La Cara and was shocked to see that it was gone. (Luckily, it has relocated.) La Cara was a very important local stand. It kept the Hispanic community in touch not only with Spanish rock but also with good ol’ classic rock and even hard rock. I live rock music day in and day out, and I’m glad that La Cara has been around so long and was able to find a new home.
Some nights I’m in no mood to see a punk show. Other nights I simply can’t afford the single-digit cover charges and three-buck bottles of beer so common to such gigs. But even if I found myself forever fired up and decently funded, I’d still have a rough one deciding which hardcore bands to check out. You see, this city’s loaded with them. Often, two or more great bands will play on the same night at different venues, and I’m forced to flip a coin. So, of course, I found it borderline pathetic that Alec Hanley Bemis and his hardcore-seeking buddy [“Looking for Hardcore in an Emo World,” March 22–28] settled for some emo-influenced band, math-rocking under spotlights that blinded the crowd, with “definite hardcore potential.” C’mon, Bemis, real hardcore isn’t too tough to sniff out in this town. Oh, and by the way, it’s called “slamming,” not “moshing.”