ODE TO BILLY JOEL
Charles Rappleyes ACcount of his encounter with a street musician on the Red Line [Hidden L.A.: Underground Sound, A Considerable Town, February 28March 6] really struck a chord with me. Im a born-and-bred Angeleno, but I was fortunate enough to have had the opportunity to spend most of my formative student days getting a taste of life in other world capitals. Foreign languages and cultural quirks aside, one common thread in any great cosmopolitan center, be it London, Paris, Tokyo, Hong Kong or Sydney, is the entertainment you see in the subways. Guitar players are standard fare, but Ive also seen accordion players, jugglers, magicians, and even actors putting on a puppet show behind two people holding a curtain. Though such entertainments often are not technically legal, the local police usually turn a blind eye to anybody who has any talent at all, knowing that such artistic expression adds to the charm and character of the city, and also because these impromptu performers are a favorite of locals and tourists alike.
Ive also seen the police harassing street musicians, flower vendors, pantomimes and sketch artists in tourist areas, where they are most appreciated and needed. Because of the film industry, L.A. has some of the best local talent around. Let them perform (and for free yet)! I went to Hollywood & Highland last Friday evening and noticed all the balloon-tying clowns, yo-yo trick artists and breakdancers had already been chased away by the cops. With absolutely no street life (i.e., character) in the area, I got bored after about 10 minutes and left and every single penny I took to Hollywood & Highland that night came right back home with me.
Please, let the people of L.A. express themselves freely, or our town will never be as inviting a place to live in or visit as San Francisco, Paris or New York. Street performers and vendors add character and vibrancy to our city, something that L.A. desperately lacks. Crumbles the clown, Juanita the flower lady and the guy strumming Allentown on the subway are not criminals; they are the pulse and lifeblood of the great city of Los Angeles.
WHERE THERES A WAY, THERES A WILL
I can always count ON Marc Cooper to almost, but not quite, grasp the big picture, which is perhaps why I find him so infuriating. In Headlong Into a Tar Pit [Dissonance, February 1420], he correctly chides the anti-war movement for its refusal to recognize that Saddam Hussein is evil, rather than just a bad guy. What he doesnt get, however, is that when he demands the introduction of . . . permanent international human-rights monitors . . . the freezing of financial assets of anyone connected to the ruling crust, and, last but not least, a call for the convening of a Bosnia-style international tribunal that would indict and try Saddam and the hundreds of other vulture henchmen who compose his execrable regime, hes assuming that these events will just come to pass without a sustained application of American firepower. Just out of curiosity, does Mr. Cooper think that the Peace Fairy waved her wand and Slobodan Milosevic got a sudden urge to trade in his presidential palace for a prison cell? We had to bomb him out of power, after a sustained round of debate from our European allies which produced several years of intense hand wringing, but nothing that actually saved any lives.
ON AND OFF THE MENU
Re: John Powers Shock and Awe [On, February 28 March 6]. Is it really propaganda, or is it just liberals who cant admit that its being told like it is? Finally someone has had the intestinal fortitude and good sense to stand up to the arrogant French. But the House cafeterias shouldnt stop with freedom fries and freedom toast. From now on, our representatives should be dining on Wounded Knee white asparagus with peppered .balsamic glaze, duck lagent orange, My Lai Maine lobster, Patrice Lumumba pâté de foie gras, Pinochet porcini-crusted sweetbreads with spring onion relish and roasted bell pepper coulis and let them eat death by depleted-uranium chocolate cake.
THE KEY TO LONGEVITY
Re: Paul Malcolms review of the documentary film Fidel [New Film Releases, March 713]. Hello! Earth to unreconstructed com-symp: Has it ever occurred to Paul Malcolm that perhaps Mr. Castro has survived so many U.S. presidents chiefly due to the fact that we hold elections every four years? Thanks for the glowing review of the loved-by-the-left dictator Fidel. What next, a boot-licking look at the handsome devil Saddam Hussein in his private life as a harem studmaster? Give me a break.
nice work if you can get it
Re: The Reformers Are Dead, Long Live the Reformers [March 1420]. Howard Blume has a better understanding of school politics than many education policy makers. Given current student values, the restrooms will not be clean if the janitor is assigned to a single restroom for the total of his/her eight-hour shift.
School Board member
As a faithful reader of L.A.s premier periodical, I was profoundly disappointed that the Weekly could not see through the wool of deceit that had been pulled over your very own bright eyes when you endorsed Caprice Young for school board. As the race went on, Young (and her politician backers) dug her own grave. From the beginning, she offered no plan, took credit for LAUSD improvements (by educators and state laws) that preceded the seat bought for her, and so on. The fact that she advertised that Jon Lauritzen failed to win an Assembly seat showed us only that he is not a very good politician.
You are right: A good metaphor works. Clumsy or not, it suggested what we need in schools: not just clean bathrooms, but classrooms in the process of reform (started by Dr. Ruben Zacarias). If you start with improvement in bathrooms, maybe improvement in classrooms will follow.
Mary Lou Preston
HOORAY FOR BOLLYWOOD
Im writing about Planet Bollywood [cover story, March 713]. I thought David Chute did an excellent job. However, Helen danced to Mera naam chin chin chu in Shakti Samanthas Howrah Bridge. It was her first film. Also, in the lyrics to the song from Raj Kapoors pic, its Yeh Patloon, not Meh; somebody must have translated wrong for Mr. Chute.
I really enjoyed the Planet Bollywood article, and I thought it would be nice to let other readers know that all these great movies can be seen at a multiplex just outside of L.A., called the Naz8, in Cerritos. Ive only been there once, but it was a great experience, and I really recommend it for anyone who wants to get the full effect of Bollywood on the big screen (and samosas served at the snack counter!).
In last weeks article Made in the USA, the corporate headquarters of two of the many companies with alleged past ties to Iraqs weapons program were incorrectly identified. Sigma-Aldrich is based in St. Louis; ConocoPhillips is based in Houston.
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