I receive dozens of queries via Google and other search engines each day. I can’t possibly reply to every one of them in person, so I’ll try to answer them here in one fell swoop. I am Alex Ross, but not that Alex Ross. I don’t think Simon Rattle has got any violinists pregnant, but double-check with Norman Lebrecht. That’s an awful lot of pages of searches for Gideon Yago you’ve gone through. Sorry, no naked pics of Karita Mattila today. Indeed, Jay Greenberg is a composer. John Schneider, aka Bo Duke on The Dukes of Hazzard, is probably not Jewish, but that's just a guess. Kurt Cobain killed himself (or was killed) with a Remington M-11 20-gauge shotgun. Hip-hoppity sir, you’ve hit the jackpot: there is no better place on the Internet wherein to read of my main man Kanye West. Uh, yes I am — loud and proud, in fact. I know nothing about Terry Teachout's tendencies, and I can make only an “educated guess” about Alex Balk. “Borrowings” is a kind word for James Horner, my friend. I have no idea what Pavement’s songs mean. Wagner does not suck. “Holliger House” was a joke, people. That’s all I got on Caroliner. Deltrice is so much better than Jessica, girl!!! First I’ve heard of the Pandemonium Steel Band; I’m intrigued. Still no pics of Karita. Jay Greenberg remains a composer. Why, yes, Pfitzner is funkalicious! (That was me.)
