You invite Scott Weiland to the music section’s Matt Sorum fan appreciation night and we reward you with a Payback Time T-shirt, two CDs off the Straight ’s Top 50, and two tickets to a Live Nation club show taking place in Vancouver within the next four weeks. Here’s this week’s winning whinge.

Dear Payback Time: I’ve attended three concerts since I moved to Vancouver, and each week following the concert I’ve eagerly awaited the review in the Georgia Straight. Willie Nelson came and went, and no review. This is supposed to be a scenester rag and Willie is popular among that subculture, yet nothing. Steve Earle comes and puts on a good little show, and yet nothing. His political views mirror those of the Straight, yet no coverage. The latest indie-rock concert will no doubt be covered in this issue, but I just want to see some coverage of the still-vibrant country scene.

> Andrew D. Lacelle

Mike Usinger replies: Dearest Andrew—Have you seen No Country for Old Men? I finally got around to renting it last week, and it raised many questions. The big one was whether one of the movie’s main characters was meant to be a cold-blooded psycho or a symbol for something bigger. If it’s the latter, and he represents death itself, how can he be held accountable for his actions? Or is the point meant to be that he (and by implication, every man) is nothing more than an animal, and therefore not to blame for what his instincts tell him to do? On a lighter note, why don’t people shut up about Javier Bardem’s haircut? Sure, it’s a tad odd, but it’s not like the dude looks like Prince Valiant, or worse, the fellow that sings for Fall Out Boy.

To answer your question, just like America is no country for old men, the Straight ’s music section is no place for old men. Have you seen a picture of Willie Nelson lately? He looks like he smells like stale farts and half-smoked Lucky Strikes. As for Steve Earle, either Allison Moorer has a boner for the Osama bin Laden–meets–Riff Raff look, or she’s legally blind. Do you really want to see pictures of either of those two on the concerts page when you can gaze at the French hotties from Justice? I didn’t think so.

For taking the time to abuse us, Andrew D. Lacelle takes home k.d. lang’s Watershed and Alan Jackson’s Good Time. You can voice your impotent rage by snail mail or by sending an e-mail to payback@straight.com.