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Why I have no friends: I sent a mean e-mail to the wrong person, i.e. the person that was not supposed to read it. I guess its a combination of my absent mindedness and half-ironic scathing remarks. It totally ruined whatever relationship we had, or could have had. On another sad note, my hero is leaving Las Vegas. Doug Elfman will now be writing for the Chicago Sun Times. His last article ever in the LVRJ was brilliant however. Filled with such gems as:
I'm going to miss my friends, my colleagues, the hotels, the music and everything else except for single and married people who are skanks but pretend not to be while sharking for prey around town. Including you, perhaps? And is this not a very awkward sentence?
I'll spare you the memories that come with being a rock critic in Las Vegas (whipped cream at New York-New York at 4 a.m., etc.) Ooh, sounds dirty.
My eternal request is that you try new music. There's a lot of great music in the world. You're probably not looking very hard to find it. Or we could just read your column for all the info we need. But now you are depriving us of your wisdom.
And my favorite, which has now become my e-mail signature. In fact, here's a parting gift, a clip and save. Doug Elfman, the greatest writer and music critic who will ever live, hereby authorizes you never to feel ashamed of your taste in music for any reason, in perpetuity in the universe.
So I guess Doug Elfman is now the music critic equivalent to Roger Ebert. I'm just glad that I'll still be able to read his stuff. And I hope now that he reaches a wider audience, he will be more than just an amusing diversion. Maybe he will become a laughable joke.
I'm going to miss my friends, my colleagues, the hotels, the music and everything else except for single and married people who are skanks but pretend not to be while sharking for prey around town. Including you, perhaps? And is this not a very awkward sentence?
I'll spare you the memories that come with being a rock critic in Las Vegas (whipped cream at New York-New York at 4 a.m., etc.) Ooh, sounds dirty.
My eternal request is that you try new music. There's a lot of great music in the world. You're probably not looking very hard to find it. Or we could just read your column for all the info we need. But now you are depriving us of your wisdom.
And my favorite, which has now become my e-mail signature. In fact, here's a parting gift, a clip and save. Doug Elfman, the greatest writer and music critic who will ever live, hereby authorizes you never to feel ashamed of your taste in music for any reason, in perpetuity in the universe.
So I guess Doug Elfman is now the music critic equivalent to Roger Ebert. I'm just glad that I'll still be able to read his stuff. And I hope now that he reaches a wider audience, he will be more than just an amusing diversion. Maybe he will become a laughable joke.