To the editors:
I like to think I have better things to do than worry over the fate of public radio, but I must take a moment to defend one of its fixtures and take issue with the "Irate (soon to be ex-) WBEZ member" [Letters, December 10].
I never listened to Stuart Rosenberg, whose cancellation was referred to in Hot Type, but I was always mildly depressed that a show called The Earth Club was on the airwaves, and was thus mildly heartened to learn that it had been yanked.
Mr. "Irate" was not, and in his screed against the new station manager, he said, in reference to Archives of Jazz DJ Dick Buckley, "May God spare his final brain cell."
That was uncalled for. Dick Buckley may have an occasional miscue, but he has probably forgotten more about jazz than Mr. Irate knows about anything. He is a wonderful source of stories about the greats of jazz, and the days when those greats walked the streets of Chicago, playing in its once-celebrated, now almost entirely forgotten clubs. Dick Buckley lived through that era and keeps it alive for those of us who did not.
Say what you will for Tibetan show tunes and Bulgarian barbershop humming--jazz is an important American art form that actually has some connection to our city. Dick Buckley's on-air time has been reduced, and it wouldn't surprise me if he got the push altogether. It was as rude and petty as it was unnecessary for him to have Mr. Irate's insult added to WBEZ's looming injury.
Mr. Irate should count to ten and express his views with more precision and more respect, especially concerning his elders and betters. I am confident that Mr. Buckley is both.