To the editor:
I am grateful for Bill Wyman's refreshing ad hominem attack regarding the death of Jerry Garcia [Hitsville, August 25]. I have been mistaken all these years. How could I have so loved the work of a person whose average day was so self-indulgent? Why couldn't Jerry have done something meaningful, constructive, and positive when he wasn't playing one of the 60-odd shows he was "wheeled" to each year? Such a shame that between "eating a nice meal" and "having sex with whatever combination of people he wished" Jerry didn't find the time to write a column for a free city paper!
My only course of action is to throw out my collection of several hundred hours of Grateful Dead concert recordings. What I had thought was innovative, daring, brilliant, and powerful stuff has turned out to be the work of a man who was not only "moribund musically," but who was, God forbid, living his life the wrong way.
I think now my friends and I will get together and trade copies of Hitsville columns, and sit around and get off on journalistic noodlings like "Every death is a tragedy, of course" and "[Garcia's life] ended too soon, and with a depressing unoriginality." Wyman weekly travels uncharted waters, with his innovative use of language and his ideas that boldly challenge the authority of rigorous thought. We can enjoy Wyman's work, safe in the knowledge that he lives his life the right way, and that therefore he will produce an extensive and exciting body of work. And we can eagerly anticipate his plans for an uplifting and original death.
A serious question: The Reader has Bob Watch; when do we get Wyman Watch?