A Letter To tha Washington Post...

Knowingly, I'm stealing the below from myself...well, my myspace self, but I wanted an entry already...

A letter to tha, um, Washington Post

Yo, it's time again to post another blog. This is just an example about the weird shit that happens to me, (mainly I cause it...).

I was reading an article about this violinist the Washington Post who setup to play a set during a.m. rush hour in the lobby of L'Enfant Plaza, which is, a government building. He dressed like a regular street musician for his performance whereas recently he sold out a very prestigious venue in the DC area with his million-five dollar violin.

The point of the article is to show how stupid people are, namely, that they cannot appreciate greatness on their way to work. So I finished reading the article and was pissed. So I wrote the writer a letter! (click here for the article). If you enjoy this article then maybe next you can next enjoy seppukuing yourself with a Rod Stewart album.

Date:	Sun, 8 Apr 2007 09:44:45 -0700 (PDT)
From:	"Burns Kevin"
Subject:	Strad
To:	weingarten@washpost.com

I don't know why you are so arrogant. But you're kind of a crappy writer. I don't think you are the equivalent to J. Bell in your craft.

You probably didn't know anything you mention in the article before you researched it. So why are you completely subjectively arrogant? You, sir, are a senator. I will be okay being a pedestrian, plebian, &tc but I'm not going to be an asshole making a bet over the unworthiness of mankind. Humanity is music.

Fuck off.

In re-reading this e-mail I noticed a few typos and also the petulance and mockish tone but I was pretty pissed at the time, (and I plagiarized Shakespeare). His response is equally smarmy if not more infantish, which is a propos if you consider the setting of the piece was L'Enfant, which is French for "stupid baby".

From:	"Gene Weingarten"
To:	"Burns Kevin"
Date:	Mon, 16 Apr 2007 08:35:13 -0400

Thank you, Kevin, for your well thought out email. It is always a pleasure to hear from intelligent readers.

Were you by chance at L'Enfant Plaza that morning?

Obviously to the readers of this blog, I was not, at L'Enfant and probably never will be. What gets me the most about the article is that this guy pretends to truly appreciate the Musician and identify with him but it is impossible. He can only vicariously enjoy his talent. It is the equivalent of being an adult film cameraman talking to John Holmes about how small all of the other guys cocks are in comparison to his and never having to whip out his own cock to justify making such a statement. Weak. I guess that's appropriate too because this journalist's name is basically German for "small dick"...weinergarten, (or dick school, which, you know, either way is funny). Meh.