Letters: Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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Postcards from the Tour
To the editor: Thanks to reporter Jeff Prince for the fascinating article (“Magical Misery Tour,” Jan. 16, 2008) on Fort Worth rock clubs. The title puzzled me at first, since it was such a “happy” magical time for those of us in the band — but I suppose the misery part was from watching it all fade away before our eyes as time marched on and the music scene so radically changed.
I’d like to make two corrections to that article regarding the production of Savvy’s Made In Texas album. It was engineered by Jerry Hudson, whom we hired as Savvy’s manager after he engineered our first 45-rpm record. Jerry lived and breathed our album project for over a year and a half and was an integral part of the album, as well as being responsible for much of the local success we enjoyed during the early ’80s. The article credited that engineering task to Charles Abbott, father of Dimebag Darrell of Pantera fame. Fact is, Dimebag’s dad’s name is Jerry Abbott — not Charles — and he was involved with Pantego Sound Studios during the time we recorded that album, but he didn’t engineer it. The confusion with the name probably stemmed from the fact that the album was produced by Pantego Sound’s Charles Stewart, founder of the “Made In Texas” record label.
Last, I’d like to mention all the roadies, soundmen, lighting men, and others who made things happen behind the scenes for all the bands mentioned in the article. They kept the show on the road and made us all sound our best.
Steve Jones
Fort Worth

Editor’s note: Fort Worth Weekly regrets the errors.
To the editor: In your story on the history of Fort Worth’s rock clubs, Toadies bassist Lisa Umbarger was quoted as saying that there is no longer any place in Fort Worth where young kids can listen to music and get inspired to start bands.
This is just to let you know that The Door in Fort Worth has been an all-ages rock club since May 2001. Located right across from Billy Bob’s in the Stockyards, it’s where all the kids go to watch bands and play in bands.
Joel Fruth
Fort Worth

To the editor: I enjoyed your article on Fort Worth rock clubs immensely. I left Fort Worth in the late 1970s, and it was interesting to read what happened to the “scene” afterward. I started hanging out at the House of Pizza in 1964, when I was 14. A couple named Brown owned it then, and it began to morph from neighborhood family restaurant to a teen and young-adult gathering place; eventually the Browns sold it when the transformation seemed unstoppable.
I know a lot of people claim to have renamed it the “HOP,” but I was there the evening it happened. A legendary banjo player named John Harris (now of Steamboat Springs but an occasional visitor to Cowtown) who also was known for extemporaneous flights of verbal brilliance (at least to my 16-year-old mind), put the House of Pizza and the Hop together right in front of me. “Hey, Linda, you going to the H-O-P tonight? Oh, hey, that’s the HOP! You going to the Hop?” He was friends with Space Opera — we all went to Paschal — and I think the expression spread in use from that crowd.
I spent a good part of my high school and college days parked at a table at The Hop, as an underage consumer of libations donated by guys who were legal. After I turned 21, it wasn’t nearly as much fun ... and I began to wander away from the scene (which had included all those teen venues you mentioned — Teen A Go Go, the Box, Panther Hall, Trinity Park, and yes, The Cellar!). Thanks at last for telling me what was in those drinks — all I knew was I never got drunk from them.
Linda Thornton
University of New Mexico
Gallup, N.M.


Bravo for Burritos
To the editor: Journalist Eric Griffey’s Metropolis article “No Names, Just Burritos” (Jan. 23, 2008) was appropriately published during the neediest time of the year. The cold weather takes no prisoners, and the less fortunate are certainly blessed that the Presbyterian Night Shelter and the Burrito Project have their best interests at heart, from sheltering to feeding.
I would hope the city would waive any enforcement of the vendor and health licensing laws to let folks dispense food to the hungry, especially since their solicitation is only by word of mouth and via their MySpace web page. The burrito chefs aren’t selling their products — they are helping the community feed the masses. For this they deserve a salute.
The “burrito bandidos” have a revolutionary approach to feeding the hungry, with their objective of having chapters from coast to coast. What a wonderful humanitarian solution and a godsend to the recipients of their generosity.
Brenda Hall
Fort Worth


Correction
The Jan. 9, 2008, cover story “What ‘Free Parking?’” included the statement that Fort Worth’s downtown tax-increment financing district leases parking spaces in a City Place garage that’s not operating yet. That is incorrect. The contracts in question do not specify in which parking garages owned by City Place the leased spaces must be provided. Fort Worth Weekly regrets the error.



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