Flexner is refreshing
First, I’d like to welcome Wes Flexner to the fold of reviewers. Wes has his fingers on the pulse of the city. He offers a nice balance between the Joel Oliphint’s reviews of white flaccid boring indie rock, whatever Rick Allen does and John Petric’s attempts to call attention to himself with “shocking” opinions that the most juvenile of middle-schoolers would attempt.
In regard to Petric’s most recent Major Minor column (“It’s not patriarchy; it’s just a lack of talent,” Jan. 28) and women who can’t rock, aren’t you the one who can’t read the legend on a map (“Taking a road trip on a disappearing road,” Sept. 10, 2009)? Maybe next week you can write about your favorite diaper or baby food? Good luck with potty training.