Randy Newman. Ask anyone on the street about him, and you’ll probobly get a reference to his wonderful song “I Love LA”. That’s just peachy. But… I decided on a whim to do a search on “Baltimore” on Napster, and I found a song by Randy Newman called “Baltimore”. I eagerly downloaded it, wondering what kind of treat I was in for. I knew that he would not be able to duplicate the raw power of “I Love LA.”, but I thought it would be a nice song. It starts off talking about a “Beat up little seagull on a marble step”, I smiled, thinking, yup that B-more all right, those steps have been a source of pride in this town for 100 years. The song then calls us a “hard town by the sea”. Well, OK, I guess that can be true…Wait a minute, " Hooker on a corner ", " Drunk lying on a sidewalk "???WTF? What the fucking fuck? " The city’s dying, and it don’t know why “??? The chorus come in:” ohhh, Baltimore, man, it’s horrible ".
Well, Randy, it’s clear that you have never been to the queen city of the Patapsco River basin. I don’t suggest that you visit, either. All of the blue collar working class joes here would be glad to rip off your head and take turns shitting down your neck. Where in the bleeding hell do you get off condeming our city? You celebrate the bright lights, plastic culture and insencere relationships of L.A. What would you know about a real city, with real people who live, love and work in blissful ignorance of what it’s like to be in a situation where you can’t trust your “beat friend”. I would hope that you suffer a debilitating stroke and spend many years excrutiatingly aware what life used to be, but unable to interact with it. I hope it’s long, painful and torturous. I hope everone you care for repudiates the sight of you, and you spend many years rotting in an uncareing nursing home, reveling in your own shit and piss. Go fuck yourself.