It was quite interesting to pick up the Chron
and see the little blurb about my drunken buffoonery [“Off the Record
,” Music, Sept. 2]. I was shocked that the magazine that has embarrassed itself for 30 years by employing the Mosers has made itself look worse by trying to make drunken antics and blog writing newsworthy. I thought the Chronicle
was about providing news, not the perpetuation of drama. You know we haven't had rain for 90 days, right? You didn't hear about the multiple benefits for cancer patient and DIY linchpin Gina Talls of Spotted Dick Haus that included a band reunion (Wild America) and two Chronicle
darlings playing at the same show (Hex Dispensers and Best Fwends at Bernadette's on August 27)? The space could have been used to help someone rather than provide hits to my bandmate and friend's blog (though I'm sure he's grateful). What I did sure was stupid, and my banishment from the Scoot (which is permanent by the way) is deserved, but it's hardly the stuff that deserves space in print.
I'm really not that interesting.
P.S. I've been playing guitar in town for seven years. I'm hardly a drummer. But thanks for the vote of confidence.