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Hi Records is generally and justly thought of as the home of Willie Mitchell and Al Green, but before Hi replaced Stax as the city’s greatest soul provider it was the home of Hit Instrumentals (what the “Hi” originally stood for) in the form of two titans of the long-defunct jukebox market: Bill Black’s Combo and Ace Cannon. But now, with Hi Records Years collections from each of these two significant local acts, that side of the Hi story gets its due.

The continuation of a series that has also featured Hi soul artists Ann Peebles, Syl Johnson, and Otis Clay, these two 18-song compilations contain liner notes from music historian Colin Escort, who wrote the definitive Sun Records history, Good Rockin’ Tonight. The pieces captured on the two albums may seem pretty dated, but at their best — like the instrumentals of Booker T. and the MGs and the Markeys — these sides are a testament to the economy of the Memphis sound; Black’s and Cannon’s respective groups lay down tough, soulful grooves with no unnecessary flash.

Black was, of course, the bass player for Elvis Presley’s Sun-era group, forming his own combo after parting ways with the King. The 18 songs on this collection — which should be complete enough for most listeners — follow Black’s astoundingly successful instrumental group chronologically, from its founding to Black’s death in 1965 from a brain tumor.

Most of the cuts on The Best of Bill Black’s Combo — The Hi Records Years (Hi Records/The Right Stuff; Grade: B) charted, and the lead cuts, “Smokie Part 2” and “White Silver Sands,” both hit Top 20 pop and number one R&B. The changing lineup of Black’s combo features the formative work of some of the era’s finest regional talents, including Chips Moman, Tommy Cogbill, and Ace Cannon himself.

This collection mixes Black originals with covers of then-contemporary hits such as “Don’t Be Cruel” (Black never worked with Presley again, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing onto a good thing), “Tequila,” and Chuck Berry’s “Little Queenie.” This stuff probably sounded a lot better at the time, coming individually out of a jukebox or as background music at a crowded bar or nightclub. But all together as one document it can be a bit of a drag to listen to, so much so that the likes of “Tequila” and “Blue Tango” are refreshing purely as changes of pace.

Honestly, unless you were there and harbor some nostalgic attraction or you’re a music historian or you just blindly love any music associated with Memphis, I have a hard time seeing how these decent little R&B shuffles could hold much interest today.

Cannon’s music holds up much better. The Best of Ace Cannon — The Hi Records Years (Hi Records/The Right Stuff; Grade: B+) covers a decade in the formidable sax man’s career, starting with his hit “Tuff” in 1961 and ending with the more modern-sounding “Drunk” from 1971.

Cannon’s music didn’t chart as well as Black’s, though it was every bit as prominent on jukeboxes and sure sounds better today. The bulk of this collection consists of lean, tasteful instrumentals, with Cannon’s slow, moaning blues sax spread over a reserved rhythm section of drums, bass, guitar, and organ or piano.

As with Black’s combo, the material here balances interpretations of pop hits of the day (“Kansas City,” “Searchin’,” “Heartbreak Hotel”) with original or more obscure material, but some of Cannon’s interpretations are so reworked that the sources are almost unrecognizable, and the music is all the better for it. This is the case with Cannon’s bluesy take on Johnny Cash’s “I Walk The Line” and his jazzy rendition of Hank Williams’ “Moanin’ the Blues” (here shortened to “Moanin'”). But not all is well. Cannon’s take on “Cotton Fields” (which would be treated to a great version a few years later by Creedence Clearwater Revival) is done in an arrangement too jaunty by half and marred by some histrionic, white-bread backing vocals and misplaced handclaps. It’s an atrocity.

Cannon’s music shows tremendous growth over the course of this collection, as the late ’60s and early ’70s see him getting into straight, hard funk on “Soul For Sale,” “Drunk” (the only cut with lead vocals), and (of all things) Pete Seeger’s “If I Had a Hammer” with surprisingly credible results.

R.L. Burnside may have become a college-radio cause celebre in the mid-’90s, when hipster labels Matador and Epitaph joined Oxford’s Fat Possum in figuring out how to market old blues to young alt-rockers, but he’d been making high-quality blues records for a long time prior to that “discovery,” as two new collections attest.

Well Well Well (MC Records; Grade: B+) collects live recordings made by Burnside at five different locations from 1986 to 1993. This record adds something useful to the Burnside discography by capturing spontaneous and unguarded moments prior to Burnside’s repackaging that reflect something of the man’s personality outside of the image Fat Possum has cultivated for him. A hard, violent, and bemused take on the classic “Staggolee,” recorded at a friend’s home in New Orleans in 1986, is Burnside uncensored but detectably aware of the “badass” image he’s playing with. Even better is the extraordinary “Grazing Grass Rap,” a Richard Pryor-worthy monologue he delivers at a 1986 show in Charleston: “I was out in this yard, man. I was so hungry. I’d been hitchhiking for three or four days and I ain’t got no money in my pocket and I’m eating grass here on the front yard. This little girl, she came to the window and she looked out there and she saw me. So she looked back and told her mother. She said, ‘Mother, there’s a man out here that must just be plumb near about to starve to death, ’cause he’s eating grass.’ So [the mother] gets up, comes to the window, looks, and after she sees that I’m a black man, she says, ‘Mister, there’s better grazing in the back yard, ’cause we ain’t mowed that one.'”

Nothing else on the record can touch that, but the same intimate and relaxed mood informs the mix of Burnside originals and blues standards — Muddy Waters’ “Can’t Be Satisfied,” Lightnin’ Hopkins’ “Mojo Hand,” Howlin’ Wolf’s “How Many More Years.”

Also from Burnside is Mississippi Hill Country Blues (Fat Possum/Epitaph; Grade: B), a straight reissue of a 1985 solo record that was mostly recorded in the Netherlands. Mississippi Hill Country Blues, as a studio recording, has better sound quality than Well Well Well but isn’t quite as interesting a document. It’s probably best recommended to recent Burnside aficionados who have never heard his more traditionally acoustic, pre-Fat Possum material. This record also contains three very early Burnside cuts, recorded in Coldwater, Mississippi, in 1967: “Rolling and Tumbling,” “Mellow Peaches,” and “I Believe.”

You can e-mail Chris Herrington at herrington@mempisflyer.com.

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Well, the saga of Last Place on Earth continues: Contrary to previous reports, the downtown punk/metal/rock club did not close at the end of May and the once-cancelled Bad Brains reunion show is on again. According to owner Chris Walker, the club will remain open through June 15th, the night of the Bad Brains show, then close for good. Negotiations by a club employee to purchase and re-open the club have apparently fallen through. Bad Brains are, of course, a seminal early-’80s D.C. hardcore band, the most important African-American hard rock band ever, and the only American punk band to do justice to the music’s reggae fetish. The original lineup has reunited under the moniker Soul Brains and will close the twisty but often vibrant tenure of Last Place on Earth with help from openers Candiria and Haste. Tickets for the show are $15; for more info call 545-0007.

The delay has been long and well-chronicled, but the Gibson Guitar Plant downtown is now at 80 percent production (producing 80 guitars a day with an eventual goal of 100) and you can go down and witness the production process yourself. In conjunction with the Rock ‘N’ Soul Museum, Gibson began giving tours of the facility during Handy Award weekend and will continue the tours Thursdays through Saturdays, with tours leaving on the hour from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. Tours are $10 per person and last about half an hour. The tours allow visitors to see the complete guitar-making process at the Memphis Gibson plant, which currently receives wood guitar molds from Nashville (the Memphis plant plans to open its own woodworking area in the near future, so that the plant will be self-sufficient). Every step of the process is done by hand, and you can see the guitars glued, sanded, buffed, painted, lacquered, detailed, fitted with electronics, tuned, inspected, and probably a lot more that I’ve forgotten. I took in the tour over the weekend, and it might be the most interesting quick-and-easy music tour in town this side of Sun itself. For more info call 543-0800, ext. 101.

Humorist Garrison Keillor will bring his popular public radio staple, A Prairie Home Companion, to Memphis this month. The program will be broadcasting live from The Orpheum from 5 to 7 p.m. Saturday, June 16th. Local musicians and guests featured on the broadcast will include Alvin Youngblood Hart and The Memphis Horns, who will be joined by roots-music notable Tracy Nelson. Tickets for the event range from $25 to $40 and are available through Ticketmaster (743-ARTS) or The Orpheum box office (525-3000). You can call WKNO-FM at 325-6544 for more information.

You can e-mail Chris Herrington at herrington@memphisflyer.com.

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Lucy Ford

Atmosphere

(Rhyme Sayers)

The perpetual miracle of pop music is the way undeniable cultural eruptions emanate from unlikely or marginalized sources. Whine all you want about plastic teen-pop (which produces its own miracles occasionally) and corporate consolidation, but our most democratic art form constantly renews itself, giving voice to lives that might otherwise remain unexplored.

The latest case in point could be Atmosphere, an indie-hip-hop duo from lily-white Minnesota. Consisting of DJ Ant and MC Slug, Atmosphere has recently released the finest indie-hop record I’ve ever laid ears on. Slug, the group’s 27-year-old, multiracial mouthpiece, has been an iconic figure in the Twin Cities for years now but has recently seen his reputation start to spread nationwide, even drawing rave reviews from such rock-crit gatekeepers as Robert Christgau and Greil Marcus. Lucy Ford, originally released as two vinyl EPs, shows why.

Ant’s soundscapes are sharp and tasteful but don’t generally call attention to themselves. Rather the music just sets a solid foundation for Slug’s impassioned, witty flow — a deeply personal, excursionary vocal style that may not be “tight” by conventional hip-hop standards but can snap back on beat for moments of head-bobbing abandon.

Slug’s pleas and testimonials here can be remarkably introspective and confessional — hip hop as “therapy on top of turntable riffs” — but Lucy Ford may also be the most empathetic album in the genre’s now 25-year history, a tour de force for an MC with “enough love to pass around and then some.”

The album opens with “Between the Lines,” a triptych of edgy character sketches. The song begins audaciously with a compassionate yet wary portrait of an overcooked cop (“See the policeman/Notice the lonely man/How do you think he keeps his head on straight?/Feel his rhythm “) then moves on to a potentially psychotic young woman who has lost it at the movies (“Lovely little case study/Castaway cutie/Masturbating in the back of that matinee movie” — take that, Chuck Berry!) before finishing with a suicidal rapper — who may or may not be Slug himself — trying to make it through a tour (“Tonight’s the last day/Put the butt in the ashtray/Lock the door and slit both wrists backstage”). The vignettes are separated by the tightrope-walking chorus “I just/Might just/Feel somebody/I just/Might just/Kill somebody.”

All over Lucy Ford Slug takes hip hop places it’s never been before — catching a “glimpse of religion” watching a 40-year-old woman masturbating (a motif, obviously) on “The Woman With the Tattooed Hands,” taking a road trip to Fargo in a “car full of anxiety” on “Mama Had a Baby and His Head Popped Off,” witnessing a grain-elevator suicide on a farm in northern Minnesota on “Nothing But Sunshine.”

And Slug also flips emotional tones with easy virtuosity — playful on “It Goes” and funny on the off-kilter blues “Guns and Cigarettes,” deadly serious on the angry treatise “Tears For the Sheep” (which begins “A city of fools/I want to bash whoever’s responsible for this incomprehensible lack of passion”) and the hip-hop-as-emo “Don’t Ever Fucking Question That” (a valentine right down to the “I love you”).

In addition to “Between the Lines,” the standouts (song-of-the-year candidates) are “Like Today” and “Party For the Fight to Write.” The former is a bohemian rewrite of Ice Cube’s “Today Was a Good Day” that makes the mundane — sleep in, grab your headphones, hit the record store, book store, coffee shop, plop down and rubberneck (“In the summertime/Women wear a lot of skin/And if I sit in one spot I can take ’em all in”) — seem somehow visionary. The latter is a propulsive, bass-driven anthem that casts an understanding yet militant eye on the splintering factions in the so-called hip-hop community. On this song, Slug is a spy in the house of bling, mistaken by hip-hop moguls and soldiers as “Happy-go-lucky/Just another face/Head-bobbin’ nobody” before he rises to issue a challenge — “Alright/Get your money right/But tonight I want you to take a side.” But Slug spikes the thorny metasong with an inspired, unifying chorus: “Some got pencils and some got guns/Some know how to stand and some of them run/We don’t all get along/But we sing the same song/Party for the fight to write.”

Half flat-out brilliant and half way beyond filler, this collection of “theory, stories, truth, and myths” might be the most compelling and vital record I’ve heard all year. Anyone who wants to love Eminem but doesn’t think he’s enlightened enough should go find this record right now. For more info on Atmosphere check out www.rhymesayers.com. — Chris Herrington

Grade: A

Never Make It Home

Split Lip Rayfield

(Bloodshot)

There’s been an abundance of new-timey bluegrass groups lately: the jazz intonation of the Squirrel Nut Zippers, the country inflection of the Scud Mountain Boys, and the punk infusion of the Bad Livers all represent variations on the genre, while the soundtrack to O Brother Where Art Thou? reintroduced consumers to Ralph Stanley, bluegrass originator and fiddler extraordinaire. The possibility that bluegrass would emerge — in the 21st century, no less — near the forefront of alternative country trends seemed highly unlikely, yet popular opinion proves otherwise.

Enter Split Lip Rayfield. Like all “real” bluegrass bands, this Wichita-based group features guitar and mandolin punctuated by a drumless rhythm section of banjo and bass. Bassist Jeff Eaton thumps a stand-up fashioned out of a Ford gas tank — and he plays it with panache, getting a robust sound from the album’s fast-paced opener, “Movin’ To Virginia,” on through the jaunty title track to the sweet and lowdown “It’s No Good.”

Replete with kazoo solos and car crashes, Never Make It Home could easily slip into the Southern Culture On the Skids arena of hokum and hucksterism, but the sheer earnestness of Split Lip Rayfield keeps the album grounded. While four-part harmonies dominate all 14 songs, each track stands on its own emotionally. From the wistful chorus of “Record Shop” (“Find your lover undercover/You take all my vices from me/You will soon discover that the road ain’t as easy as it seems”) to the repentant “Thief” and jubilant, twangy “Dimestore Cowboy,” this bluegrass quartet displays natural vocal talent and a flair for songwriting.

Relative greenhorns today, Split Lip Rayfield have the ability — and propensity — to inspire the next generation of bluegrass fans. After all, even Ralph Stanley was once a newcomer to the scene. You read it here first: Flash-forward 50 years and I guarantee that Never Make It Home is a hillbilly classic.– Andria Lisle

Grade: A-

Split Lip Rayfield will be at Last Place on Earth on Thursday, June 7th.

The Earth Rolls On

Shaver

(New West)

This latest release from Shaver is also likely to be the group’s last since guitarist Eddy Shaver died of a heroin overdose on New Year’s Eve 2000. The pairing of the late Shaver’s aggressive Southern boogie leads with Billy Joe Shaver’s (his father, by the way) songwriting and quavery vocals was an unlikely combination that worked very well in the studio. This pairing gave guitarist Shaver’s hard-edged playing a thoughtful context to blaze away in, and the rock band format seemed to energize the elder Shaver into a kind of high-energy performance he never gave as a solo singer-songwriter. Father and son benefited artistically and commercially from this sometimes awkward pairing.

Despite losing his mother, wife, and son in the last two years, Billy Joe Shaver sounds anything but tragic here. There’s pathos and loss, but defiance and humor figure just as much on this recording. In that sense, The Earth Rolls On fits in with much of Shaver’s solo work, where an almost mindless brand of outlaw rebellion prevails. Luckily the defiance is leavened by some very funny lyrics and over-the-top vocals that settle somewhere between a shout and a bray. Hope he keeps the band format now that he’s touring behind this record, because Shaver never sounded this lively in his Texas troubadour days. — Ross Johnson

Grade: B+

Billy Joe Shaver will be at the Hi-Tone Café on Thursday, June 7th.

You can e-mail Chris Herrington at herrington@memphisflyer.com

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Who knew Jim Rout was such a good closer?

In an hour or so of straight talk with the Shelby County Commission, Rout didn’t use the line, “What’ll it take to put you in this new $250 million NBA arena today?” But if that tire-kicking bunch of commission doubters and naysayers votes yes on the arena next week, as seems likely, then Rout will deserve a lot of the credit.

In 16 years as a commissioner and seven years as mayor, Rout has done his share of ducking and double-talk, but he was about as eloquent as they come Monday, sitting calmly in front of a skeptical board of commissioners. Blessed with the best speechwriter in town, mayoral aide Tom Jones, Rout dropped his prepared remarks several times to make points or answer questions. He never stumbled. He never lectured. He never raised his voice.

You want numbers? He gave them numbers. You want sentiment? He invoked his 82-year-old mother, who was alarmed at first but now thinks her boy is doing the right thing. You want applause lines? He got the admittedly pro-NBA audience clapping twice with lines about AutoZone Park and “a vibrant downtown and a vibrant total community.”

Maybe it was those years as a Xerox salesman way back when in his business career. Maybe it was all the practice he’s had over the last three months of the NBA debate. Or maybe it is just that the job of mayor, like the job of governor, brings out leadership qualities and crystallizes thinking in a way that being a legislator or a commissioner or a councilman doesn’t.

“As a commissioner you might be a little bit for something and a little bit against something,” he said after the four-hour meeting. “As mayor you’ve got to take a side.”

Rout showed a lot of sympathy for commissioners who may well find themselves saying yes to the NBA next week and no to full funding for county schools a week or two later. If the “No Taxes NBA” crowd really wants to turn up the heat, they’ll give up their seats at next week’s commission meeting to county school teachers, principals, and students.

“I have to think about your role,” Rout told the commission, and “the tremendous responsibility you face.”

Does he ever. Thirteen years ago, as a county commissioner, Rout was in the minority that voted against The Pyramid. At the time, hopes were every bit as high for The Pyramid as they are now for the NBA arena. It was the talk of the town. There were comparisons to the Gateway Arch in St. Louis. There were blue-chip business leaders like Fred Smith pushing the deal. Sidney Schlenker, the promoter who often gets blamed for The Pyramid’s shortcomings, was not yet in the picture. He came later. There were no easy excuses for voting no, but Rout did. The Pyramid, he said, was not part of his vision for a better Memphis.

Eight years ago Rout was a commissioner planning a race for mayor when the city and county political leadership sent Smith, Billy Dunavant, and Pitt Hyde to the NFL meetings in Chicago in search of an expansion franchise, armed with a $25 million retrofit of Liberty Bowl Stadium to compete against new or like-new stadiums in Charlotte, Jacksonville, and St. Louis.

Well visions change, for mayors just like for the rest of us.

If the county commission follows the lead of the city council and approves funding for the NBA arena, Rout will have left a lasting mark on both downtown and suburbia. In addition to the arena, he was an early backer of boyhood friend Dean Jernigan’s downtown plans for AutoZone Park when there was a real possibility of building a new baseball stadium on Germantown Road.

Rout is also, in the opinion of suburban developer Jackie Welch, the main force behind Cordova High School, the Grey’s Creek sewer extension, and Welch’s highly successful career as a school site salesman for Shelby County.

“Every time I sold a school site, I called and thanked Commissioner Rout for having the foresight,” Welch said recently in an interview for Memphis magazine.

It’s interesting that Rout has a well-earned reputation as a details man, stemming from his years as chairman of the commission’s budget committee, his talkative nature, and his willingness to dive into piles of research material. Now he’s the visionary on two of the biggest and toughest issues facing public officials. There are plenty of pitfalls ahead, before and after the actual votes on the arena and funding for schools. But judging by his performance this week, Rout seems comfortable at last in his not-so-new role as leader.

You can e-mail John Branston at branston@memphismagazine.com.

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The Gwatney Gambit

Although there are still three active candidates for the Democratic nomination for Shelby County mayor — state representative Carol Chumney, state senator Jim Kyle, and Bartlett banker Harold Byrd — and Byrd’s momentum, especially, is gathering, yet a fourth significant public figure is thinking strongly of making a mayoral race as a Democrat.

This is Russell Gwatney, owner of several automobile dealerships and a recent chamber of commerce chairman who focused on evangelizing for educational needs.

Gwatney, whose previous foray into politics was an unsuccessful race as an independent candidate for the county commission in 1994, is reading from the same primer as other Democratic countywide candidates who see the county’s demographics, notably a technical black majority, favoring them in 2002 but who understand that swing voters have developed the habit in recent years of voting Republican in Shelby County races.

With some exceptions, such as county assessor Rita Clark‘s two winning campaigns in 1996 and 2000, Democrats haven’t fared well in such races. But Clark’s success with suburban swing voters has encouraged Democrats to believe they can win with candidates who have sufficient middle-of-the-road appeal.

Hence, the high hopes invested in the likes of Byrd, whose indisputable Democratic identity — from his service a generation ago in the state legislature and from two 7th District congressional races, in 1982 and 1994 — is fortified by across-the-board business relationships and by his long identification as a booster and fund-raiser for the University of Memphis and other community causes.

Most party cadres see Byrd beginning to take the play away from Chumney, whose candidacy has to fly in the face of stereotypes, and Kyle, whose legislative efforts have saddled him with some difficult issues. But Byrd has a major liability, too — notably his recent alienation from a Democratic faction, mostly made up of longtime Ford-organization cadres, who thought he undermined the chances of party nominee John Freeman in last year’s special election for register.

Byrd’s critics point to a $1,000 financial donation he gave independent candidate Otis Jackson, a former U of M basketballer, in a three-cornered race involving Freeman and the eventual winner, Republican nominee Tom Leatherwood, and suggest that Byrd organized even more support for Jackson after Freeman upset Byrd’s choice, former U of M basketball coach Larry Finch, in a nomination session of the Democratic executive committee.

Byrd, who was a co-chairman of the 2000 Gore-Lieberman campaign in 2000, says all he did was give the donation to Jackson, a personal friend, after which he kept his distance from the local race. Since then, Byrd has made a point of helping Freeman defray his campaign debt, and, though known to be the personal choice for county mayor of Sidney Chism, Memphis mayor Willie Herenton‘s chief political aide, the Bartlett banker has kept his lines of communication open to the Ford family and its allies.

“You still mad at me?” Byrd asked longtime Freeman friend and veteran Fordite David Upton at a recent party gathering. “Well, a little,” said Upton, “but you’re doing some of the right things now, no question.”

Meanwhile, there’s Gwatney, whose history of noninvolvement with intra-party disputes somewhat balances his minimal past participation in party affairs. “I want to see how Harold does” is the businessman’s frank statement about his short-term strategy. If Gwatney sees Byrd faltering to any major degree, he has made it clear that he will enter the race.

Gwatney’s problem is that Byrd already draws on much of his would-be constituency, and Byrd’s chances of nailing down a base in both the business community and among mainstream Democrats will be greatly enhanced if a $1,000-a-head fund-raiser, scheduled for June 28th at Central Station, a day before the county Democrats’ annual Kennedy Dinner, is a huge success.

The Hooper Factor

Like the mayor’s race, the one for sheriff also has a dark horse — or possibly two –waiting in the wings.

Henry Hooper, now a State Farm insurance agent but once both a Sheriff’s Department employee and a Secret Service agent, has indicated that he intended to run for sheriff as an independent. Now, there is some thought in Democratic ranks to persuade him to run as a Democrat.

Hooper, who was Mayor Willie Herenton‘s first choice to be police director back in 1992 before former congressman Harold Ford Sr. exerted his influence on behalf of Melvin Burgess, is an imposing figure who as an independent could draw votes away from Randy Wade, the likely Democratic nominee.

Recently Hooper’s stock took a bounce when he became the subject of an admiring, ostensibly nonpolitical, feature article in The Commercial Appeal.

Hooper is close to former Shelby County mayor Bill Morris, who has begun to actively plead his cause.

The situation has prompted a few Democrats to suggest to Chism that he might rethink his preferences and throw his authority — and, by implication, that of Mayor Herenton — behind Hooper in a Democratic primary. So far that scenario is considered unlikely.

As an alternative, some Democrats are recommending that Wade A) persuade former U.S. marshal Buck Wood to agree to serve as his chief deputy and B) announce the fact as part of his campaign.

The idea behind that proposal is two-fold — to enhance Wade’s potential in the general election and to keep Wood, who also has talked up a race for sheriff, from complicating that race any further.

Other observers see a scenario whereby both Wood and Hooper become independent candidates, creating a four-way race in which Democrat Wade and independent Hooper, both African Americans, vie with two white candidates: independent Wood and the Republican nominee (current Chief Deputy Don Wright or department administrators Bobby Simmons or Mike Jewell).

The Thompson Puzzle

Speculation about the 2002 electoral intentions of U.S. senator Fred Thompson was compounded this week with brand-new commentary in the national media and with the naming of a new chief of staff for the senator — lobbyist and former law partner Howard Liebengood.

Some wondered if Liebengood, who was assistant minority counsel to Thompson on the Senate Watergate committee in the early ’70s and who was the chief lobbyist for the Philip Morris Companies in recent years, means a focus on the administrative — as against electoral — aspects of Thompson’s office.

Others wondered if it meant Thompson was gearing up for a major campaign — either for reelection or, as The New York Times speculated this week, for governor.

Most observers saw the Times article, by B. Drummond Ayres Jr., to be something out of a time warp, since Thompson conspicuously swore off a gubernatorial bid back in February.

But, says Ayres: “To hear some of the rumor-mongers talk in Tennessee, Senator Fred Thompson is fed up with Washington and may return to run for governor, especially now that Senate Republicans are back in the minority.”

The idea that Thompson will be a Senate candidate again is indeed subject to increased doubt around the state; yet the notion that he would, at this stage, return to the gubernatorial wars is regarded as far-fetched.

(But watch this space.)

A Beleaguered Pair

Two Memphis members of the state House of Representatives — Bartlett Republican Tre Hargett and Memphis Democrat Henri Brooks — have become the focus of increased attention in the last week, in ways not altogether to their liking.

Hargett — who, with Nashville Democrat Sherry Jones, chaired a special committee appointed by House Speaker Jimmy Naifeh (D-Covington) that was charged with making specific recommendations for budget reductions — has taken some flak in the process.

Though the representative noted that his lengthy list of possible cuts were not recommendations as such but merely a compilation of the suggestions made by members of his committee, some observers were aggrieved by them.

After a testy conversation in Legislative Plaza with Tennessee State Employees Association director Linda McCarty, Hargett found it necessary to dispatch an all-points e-mail denying that he and State rep. Paul Stanley (R-Germantown) were recommending a reduction in the state’s contributions to medical insurance for state employees, though a recommendation to that effect had been on the committee’s list of possibilities.

“I am extremely disappointed that someone would take the committee comment and distort it so horribly in an attempt to use you and your colleagues by misrepresenting the actual details of what is happening in the Tennessee General Assembly,” Hargett’s e-mail said.

Brooks has become the focus of a continuing controversy over her public refusal to rise with other members when the pledge of allegiance is recited at the beginning of legislative sessions.

When she failed to do so one day last week House Speaker Jimmy Naifeh made a pointed request that she remain outside the chamber until after the daily pledge was finished. She declined and complained that the conversation had been one of “a master talking to a slave.”

Brooks, an African American, gave as her stated reason for not standing during the pledge the fact that she regards the American flag as representing “those colonies that formerly enslaved our ancestors,” contending, “For me to pledge allegiance would be a slap in the face and a dishonor to them.”

Her actions and statements drew an unusual response from one Jim Boyd of Hendersonville, a self-proclaimed “Patriot Party” candidate for governor, who stated his intention of burning an effigy of Brooks outside the state Capitol this week. Boyd declared that Brooks was guilty of “treason.”

How so? he was asked. “I know treason when I see it,” he declared.

Box Score

The Memorandum of Agreement enabling the building of a new arena and the shifting of the NBA’s Vancouver Grizzlies to Memphis may be voted on at a special meeting of the Shelby County Commission next Tuesday after members heard a preliminary presentation of the MOA from Shelby County mayor Jim Rout and others Monday.

If so, the plan is likely to pass — with potential swing voters Clair Vander Schaaf and Tom Moss having indicated they will vote yes if some tweaking is performed — particularly a loosening of the agreement’s provisions, under a “competition” clause, that the team’s proprietors would have first dibs to hold major money-making events at the new arena.

A sure no vote will come from Commissioner Walter Bailey who achieved a commission first Monday when he played for his colleagues and the overflow audience a recording from his voice-mail of a Memphis woman who opposed the arena.

Chairman James Ford, an arena supporter, denounced Bailey’s action as “inappropriate” and “a stunt,” but Mayor Rout lightened up the mood later by offering to share some of his own voice-mail favoring the arena. One call, he confided, had come from “an 82-year-old lady” — his mother. — JB

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Friday, June 8th, offers a tough choice for local music fans as two of the city’s most popular bands — Big Ass Truck and The North Mississippi Allstars — make what have become increasingly rare local appearances. But tough though the choice is, the pick hit this week has to be the Truck. As reported in these pages a few weeks ago, the eclectic five-piece that has been a premier local attraction for nearly a decade is at a bit of a crossroads and their show Friday at the New Daisy Theatre promises to be the band’s last for a while. Oddly enough, Big Ass Truck will go on hiatus just as their next album, The Rug, is getting ready for release (it’s due out in late July). Accidental Mersh and Retrospect will be on hand to help send BAT out in style.

As for the Allstars, Friday’s show at the Young Avenue Deli will be the band’s first local club gig since their fabulous (and fabulously well-attended) set at the Beale Street Music Fest and their Handy Award win in May. Be on the lookout for some of the original material that’ll be featured on their sophomore album, which is due out later in the year.

A final local show this week that demands attention is Songwriters In Their Own Voice, a song swap that’ll be at the Bartlett Performing Arts Center on June 9th. Hosted by Nancy Apple, who frequently hosts similar events at Kudzu’s and the Blue Monkey, this event will see Apple joined by Keith Sykes, Teenie Hodges, Delta Joe Sanders, Duane Jarvis, and Sandy Carroll.

As for the out-of-towners, that old five-and-dimer himself, Billy Joe Shaver, will be at the Hi-Tone Café on Thursday, June 7th. Teenbeat Records’ True Love Always will be at the Map Room on Friday, June 8th, with Palindrome and Jai Alai. But the best bet might be Little Rock’s Boondogs, who will be at the Blue Monkey on Saturday, June 9th. The Boondogs won a record contract through garageband.com, a talent-search site created by Talking Head Jerry Harrison. With three vocalists a la Fleetwood Mac, the Boondogs make what they call Roots Pop For Now People, which is the Nick Lowe-inspired title of a promotional EP the band recently put out. That EP features the three original songs that won them the garageband.com deal as well as covers of Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain,” Elvis Costello’s “Blame It On Cain,” and Suzanne Vega’s “Luka” (in Spanish). The EP captures a band in full command of its tasteful but crafty adult pop sound and only whets the appetite for the full-length to come, which was produced locally at Ardent Studios by Jim Dickinson. — Chris Herrington

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One Nation Under a Groove

In comes May and with it the Beale Street Music Fest packing ’em in body to body down at Tom Lee Park. Now it’s June, with a whole new concept at a whole new site, the Christian-oriented One Festival at Shelby Farms, June 13th-16th. The two festivals are different in some big respects but alike in the biggest — it’s about the music.

One Festival’s bands are some of the strongest names in Christian music — the hard sounds of P.O.D., gospel’s Mississippi Mass Choir, the rock-folk-blues of Kansas native Jennifer Knapp, and the popular acoustic strains of Caedmon’s Call. Lesser known but equally talented regional favorites include the haunting voice of Over the Rhine’s Karin Bergquist and the genuine rock-and-roll of Vigilantes of Love. Memphis band Skillet will make an appearance, as will southern California’s upbeat rap group L.A. Symphony, Lilith Fair regular Kendall Payne, high-energy Latin band Salvador, and the semi-psychedelic Soul Junk.

Henry Weung is the executive director of Team One Productions and was recruited for his experience with Cornerstone Festival in Illinois, the largest alternative Christian music festival. He says that One Festival’s program competes with the handful of summer Christian music fests in the Northeast but has a particularly Southern focus of social reconciliation. “Our focus of global consciousness makes One Festival unique, and we’ve chosen a program of substantive speakers and authentic musicians to highlight this. It’s going to be a gathering unlike anything Memphis has seen or will see again soon,” he says.

One Festival might even appeal to those not sold on mixing music and Christianity. Check out Iona, the internationally known Celtic band that any music lover can appreciate; and the last day’s gospel lineup is an impressive gathering of vocal talent by any standard.

Wednesday and Thursday cater to a younger, more intellectual crowd (good nights for youth groups) with the softer tones of Jennifer Knapp, Caedmon’s Call, and Iona. The volume gets cranked up a bit on Friday night with the hard rock of Project 86 and P.O.D. The weekend closes out with gospel groups on Saturday. The genres are generally divided by stages: Hilltop One Stage features alternative groups; Hilltop Two hosts the even more alternative and edgy bands; the Ugly Mug Stage has the more eclectic groups and a “world beat” theme; and the Main Stage has the bigger acts.

Then there’s Everyone’s Festival — the festival within the festival that moves to Memphis from its regular home in Kansas City and hosted by Wichita’s Waterdeep, a jam band noted for its unusually quirky lyrics — “I woke up from a strange rain, it was dreaming outside.”

In addition to the music, each day starts with group worship and prayer at the Main Stage, followed by morning seminars, which are repeated in the afternoon. Music starts on the smaller stages at 2 p.m. and on the Main Stage at 6:30 p.m. There’s also the John Payne Classic Mountain Bike Race on the Tour de Wolf Trail at Shelby Farms, a 5K race on site on Friday, and an extreme volleyball tournament. Kids Town keeps the little ones busy with puppets and stories, and One Camp brings teens together to discuss life issues. The gallery at Arts Village will feature a collection of art to be judged and displayed.

And so it’s June and it’s the One Festival. Executive producer Darren Hillis hopes to both spread it around and dig in.

“Our goal is to take One Festival to five countries by 2010,” says Hillis, “as well as making it an annual Memphis event.” n

You can e-mail Jill Freeman at letters@memphisflyer.com.

One Festival

Wednesday, June 13 – Saturday, June 16 at Shelby Farms

Ticket prices are $55 for a four-day pass; $19 for a single-day pass or

go to onefestival.com for more information.

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That “Other” Oregon

My Portland poker friends and I were sitting around the table one Saturday night, talking about going camping sometime, when the quietest guy of the bunch spoke up. “Well,” said Duane, “I’ve got this hot springs place we could go to.”

After a stunned silence, questions ensued. “You have a hot springs place? What does that mean, exactly? Is there a place to stay there? Is the water, like, hot or just warm?” And Duane, in a soft-spoken manner you have to experience to understand, said, “Well, it’s 143 acres out in the high desert by Summer Lake and it’s got five springs that are 113 degrees, and other than the bathhouse and my house and unlimited camping, I’ve got these vintage Airstream trailers, so if you guys want you could stay in one of those. There’s a trout stream nearby and a national forest just up the hill and all kinds of migratory birds going through “

Duane kept talking, but by then the rest of us were arguing about which weekend to descend upon the place.

Sure enough, our quiet friend Duane owns Summer Lake Hot Springs near Paisley, which, by the way, got its name from Paisley, Scotland. And that part of Oregon looks more like Scotland than the Oregon most people know. Whereas western Oregon is essentially rainforest (and home to 80 percent of the state’s population), eastern Oregon is high desert: sage, rock buttes, alkaline lakes, and wind that seems to blow everywhere all at once. To get there from Portland, you go through one of the more dramatic and sudden climate changes on Earth, from rainforest to desert in about an hour of driving.

Our convoy of pickups made the run on a recent weekend, and for some of us Portlanders, it was a shocking experience. Some stopped to see such geological features as Hole in the Ground and Crack in the Ground; Oregon pioneers weren’t necessarily clever in their naming of things. Summer Lake is an alkaline lake, so it’s not a recreation destination, which means the hot springs still feel like they’re way the hell out there. It’s 92 miles down State Highway 31 after you turn off U.S. 97.

When we arrived, Duane showed us around. He showed us Airstreams from the 1940s in excellent condition, then he pointed out where some people had seen bighorn sheep on the hillside across the road. He took us to the 1927 bathhouse, where a 104-degree swimming pool awaits. He pointed out a meadow atop Winter Ridge (4,000 feet above us) where hang gliders start a flight that ends in Duane’s yard. He showed us his private tubs (which you get if you rent the house) with their secluded setting by a pond littered with birds. He even showed us the wooden half-pipe which a skateboarding caretaker made in his spare time.

As one might imagine, we managed to have a decent time in this place.

We chose our campsites and went for a soak, then we grilled up some dinner and sat around the fire swapping lies and exaggerations. Then the stars came out. You have no idea how many stars there are until you look at them from the desert. It’s downright humbling, a bright shining analogy for how far mankind has gotten from nature. Lying back in my sleeping bag that night, trying to find the Northern Cross and Scorpius and Hercules, I realized I was looking at the same thing nomadic tribes saw 2,000 years ago. And they came to these hot springs, too.

In the morning, being guys, we all had to go “do something.” We chose a combination hiking and fishing outing into the Fremont National Forest, which starts right across the road. We drove from sagebrush country into the realm of the lodgepole pine, up to 6,000 feet elevation, where we hiked an easy half-mile up a babbling brook to Slide Lake, where some of the guys would catch 15-inch rainbow trout. It’s called Slide Lake because it sits at the foot of Slide Mountain, an 8,000-foot remnant of a volcanic caldera. Half the volcano eroded away, leaving a semicircular ridge which some of us, being guys, were determined to climb.

Not that there’s a trail or anything; we just picked a direction and went for it. We started through forest, got onto some rocks, and then scrambled like marmots up the face of Slide Mountain. We gained 1,000 feet in elevation in the last half-mile. But then we were on top with a staggering view back down to Summer Lake and seemingly a million miles in every direction. It was like we could see that whole “other” Oregon from up there.

We went back down to the lake, at times lunging down the loose-rock slope, and plunged into the ultracold waters. Nothing beats cold water after a tough hike. But then nothing beats driving back after the hike and sliding into 104-degree water in a tub by a bird-filled lake. And then nothing beats a grilled steak eaten by the fire under a starry sky, surrounded by friends, one with a guitar.

Basically, nothing much beats that “other” Oregon.

For more information, check out www.summerlakehotsprings.com.

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For the Arena

As all of you know, we have been in pursuit of some type of professional sports team in this community for well over 25 years. A number of times we have been the bridesmaid.

There have been some great efforts put forth, some fantastic leadership given by the business community, but regardless of that, in the end the record speaks for itself. We do not have a major-league sports team in the community. Today we have an opportunity.

This arena will be in the downtown area. There are two sites that are going to be looked at — one just east of the Gibson Guitar Factory and one on Union where the Greyhound Bus Station is, going east toward Danny Thomas. The [simultaneous] improvements in The Pyramid will ultimately benefit the University of Memphis.

New incremental economic activity generated in Shelby County as a result of the team would be about $103 million a year. The team would create new taxes of $2.1 million for local government and $1.9 million for state government every year. …

It seems like only yesterday — it was mid-March, I guess — that we had the announcement that we’d been chosen by two groups to be looked at. I’m here today to urge you to approve the memorandum at some point in time that will become the basis for contracts and leases … .

As I look at this, I have to think about your role, not just the role of mayor of Shelby County. I sat for 16 years where Commissioner Hart and Commissioner Moss are sitting, and I think of the tremendous responsibility that you face.

And I also think about the time when I was a little boy and my Daddy explained to me that some people did not want to build the Memphis International Airport, that it was not in the best interest of this community, that it was better to modernize the smaller airport terminal on the north side of Winchester. I don’t think I have to pursue that line of thought in order to tell you how important to us today that has become … .

I also think that if there had been a referendum on AutoZone Park, as it relates to east or downtown, it would have failed for downtown.

I must tell you — and not just because I think a great deal of Dean and Kristi Jernigan and the fact that they are involved in this — that I think it has been one of the greatest things in this community, which is where I’ve lived all my life.

I say that because it’s more than a baseball stadium. It’s a family-friendly, wonderful happening. I see Commissioner Loeffel; she was there with her husband Thursday night. It doesn’t really matter whether you like baseball or not. … It’s great for our downtown. It’s a synergistic approach. It’s an involvement that means downtown today is being called “vibrant.” I remember when downtown was called “dead.”

Now, I may or may not choose to live downtown. You may or may not choose to live downtown. Some may or may not choose to visit down there. That isn’t the issue. The issue is that we need to have a vibrant downtown to have a vibrant total community.

Mr. Chairman, there has not been a team relocated in 17 years. So if we don’t take advantage of this opportunity, I suspect that this won’t come around again as an opportunity for decades. I do think time is of the essence. I do think it’s a good deal. I do think it’s a fair deal for our taxpayers.

Jim Rout is mayor of Shelby County and an active participant in the drive to construct a local arena for the NBA Grizzlies. These remarks were extracted from Rout’s address to the county commission Monday.

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What House?

Curb appeal isn’t a possibility. Keeping up with the Joneses is out the window, too. From the street all you glimpse is a wall of wood and masonry columns. And some great trees. Two blue Pfitzer junipers flanking the property are the largest and best pruned I have seen in Memphis.

You see the house number and amble down the drive. Lo and behold, two gates appear. Choose the gate on the right and you’re in a lushly planted private yard. Flagstones lead past mounds of shrubs. Crepe myrtles and bottlebrush buckeye stand out.

The L-shaped house wraps around this yard with an entry from a large patio tucked into the corner. Perimeter fencing makes curtains an option, not a necessity, and since this house has a lot of glass that’s a good thing. The other gate leads down an elegantly planted walkway to another entry that’s slightly more formal. From here there is another yard minimally landscaped with tall hedges and a streambed running through open lawn. A private dining patio overlooks this quiet garden.

Either gate eventually leads you to the center of the house, where you’ll find a sunroom big enough for a home office. The family room has a stone wall with a fireplace at one end and a wall of glass at the other. This floor plan offers a lot of options. Cathedral ceilings of pickled mahogany make the ample rooms feel even larger.

The kitchen and breakfast room have been completely redone. Even the wall of glass adjacent to the dining patio was recently replaced. High-tech, low-voltage lights accent sleek new cabinetry and stainless steel appliances. Lest you think it’s all too modern, salvaged elements such as old stained glass add an eclectic air.

The large living room enjoys the changing views of the garden with its mixed shrubs and perennial borders. Away from the street run what were originally three bedrooms. At some point a wall of the middle bedroom was removed. That room is now used as an intimate dining room.

The master bath is the most recently renovated space. It’s sumptuous. The original bath and adjoining porch were combined. Cabinetry is all of hand-selected curly maple. The long, Chinese marble-topped vanity gently bows out into the space. A steam shower stands opposite. At the garden end a spa tub has been installed so you can enjoy the ever-changing horticultural display through a wall of glass without a care what the neighbors think.

After you get past the garden gates and inside this hidden house you realize rather than “What House?” it’s more aptly “What a House!”

4764 Normandy, 2,300 square feet, 2-3 bedrooms, 2 baths; $249,000, FSBO; 763-2366