The absence of the Dicks in your Hall of Fame
[Music, March 14] is like the Stooges being omitted from The Fictional Ann Arbor Weekly
's "Top 10 Bands to Come Out of Southern Michigan." Would it have helped if Gary Floyd, Buxf Parrot, and Pat Deason had run some kind of Karl Rovian campaign and reminded Grandma to vote? Out shilling for votes wouldn't be very Dick-like, and face it, we all know that's how these contests are won. (The Skunks in the Hall of Fame?! Gee, I wonder if they have any Chronicle
connections.) How a band who penned the punk rock anthems "Dicks Hate the Police," "Wheelchair Epidemic," and "Dead in a Motel Room" – songs that went on to inspire the likes of the Flaming Lips, Scratch Acid, and even Nirvana, for chrissakes – a band that can still pack a club with throngs of people young enough to be their grandchildren and know every word to every song, a band whose anger, attitude, and message is more relevant today that it was 25 years ago yet still fails to be included in a Texas rock & roll Hall of Fame is a fucking mystery.