I loved your article ”Sweet Commotion” (#371, March 21). I have been an Aerosmith fan ever since I first heard ”Walk This Way.” I would like to thank you for shedding light on all the rumors that have been flying around. The way the music industry is today with a new flash-in-the-pan group every week, it’s good to see my boys have stood the test of time. Twenty years from now, when Steven Tyler shuffles his way across the stage I’ll be there, one hand on my walker and the other on a Bic lighter.
North Kansas City, Mo.

Separated at mirth? Omigod! What is Christine Baranski doing with Aerosmith? Steven Tyler doesn’t look like he’s having nearly as much fun as Baranski’s character, Maryann, though. Maybe he should try a guest shot on Cybill.
San Francisco

Jeez, Louise

I would like to correct Lisa Schwarzbaum on two things: First, the ”dead-on” accents portrayed in Fargo were not dead-on. The majority of my family is from Fargo, and I have spent a good part of my life there as well. Second, jah, while Fargo is on the border of North Dakota and Minnesota, it is not a Minnesotan accent, it’s a North Dakotan accent, don’tcha know. Everyone thinks that the accents were so beautifully done, but no. They were exaggerated.
Novato, Calif.

Big Little Man

Your item about John Mellencamp was ridiculous. He could sell out large venues if he wanted to. This man cares about his fans and doesn’t want to play in a place where they are treated like cattle. It’s a lot harder to play five nights at the same small venue than it is to play a single night at a large one. Mellencamp is one of the all-time great performers.
Mission Viejo, Calif.

Reel Life

The tone of your recent pro-and-con article about the spate of reality/disaster shows was casual and flip, and the real point was missed entirely. Last July, a good friend of mine, Jeff Krosnoff, was killed on TV during Toronto’s Molson-Indy auto race. The video of his accident was on the news quite a bit over the next two days, but being aware of this, I was able to avoid seeing the crash repeatedly. Then, several months later, a promo for Fox’s When Disaster Strikes! came on, and I had to watch my friend die all over again. You might be able to imagine how I felt when I saw this, but I doubt you can imagine how his wife and family felt. These shows aren’t America’s Funniest Home Videos. They are grief and horror and sadness, trivialized by television.
Glendale, Calif.

Perhaps the next ”shockumentary” aired on the Fox network will feature the bloody corpse of a Fox executive slumped over the steering wheel of a mangled car. Or maybe we can see a panicked Peter Coyote fling himself to his death from the roof of a burning building. That’s it! A new concept! When Disaster Strikes Television Insiders!
Germantown, Md.