A week or so ago, in response to our email announcement about the concert in D.C. this week, we received the following communication from Comivez@aol.com:
Your show was sophomoric and embarrassing in Seattle, I hope you have made some improvements.
Since our email list is voluntary, I wondered why Comivez@aol.com had signed up to be contacted by us, despite having clearly quite disliked the show. I decided this person was either a masochist, who liked being reminded of painful experiences, or a sadist, who enjoyed the role of a scolding schoolmarm. I mean, to call our show sophomoric is just such an error of–oh wait, we are sophomoric. But since we like it that way, why would we make any sort of “improvements”?
My reply to Comivez:
Judging from the thousands of people who’ve seen and loved our show, and from the rave reviews we have, your opinion is not widely held. You’ve been removed from our email list.
Now here is Comivez’s final, pompous email to us:
Good, thousands of people in our culture love tasteless food, entertainment etc etc. I think you can do better. Happy to be off the mailing list…
Well nyah-nyah to you too, Comivez. I know you are but what am I? What does this jerk know, anyway? It’s really obvious to the rest of you, and to me, that we could not possibly do better.