Dear Editor,
I am so sick of bands having their publicity photos taken in graveyards [“
I See Dead People,” Music, May 9]. And I wonder: Am I the only one? I know I may sound old-fashioned when I say, "Where's their respect for the dead?” but I don't care.
Just as I suspect Mary McCullough, 1838-1883, wouldn't care for the Black Angels' droning and dissonant music; their ninth grade, first-time-getting-stoned-to-Pink Floyd ideas "about expanding your consciousness"; or the apparent limits to their understanding of the complex issues facing the
modern world.
But I'd be willing to bet a stack of their records that Mary, and her descendants, would probably rather that they didn't pose all over her tombstone in their tie-in attempt to make themselves appear spooky and sell their
Directions to See a Ghost.
Shame on the Black Angels and others that would pout and preen on top of some stranger's eternal rest – didn't anyone ever tell them that just walking over a grave was bad luck?