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Novelty Act?

An adult novelty shop has some Cordova residents loaded for bare.

By Rebekah Gleaves

It’s just a matter of days until Cordova shoppers will be able to buy a gun, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, and a “Wind-up Whackin’ Willy” in a single stop. Christal’s, an adult novelty store, is moving into a small strip-mall on Germantown Parkway just in time for Christmas, much to residents’ chagrin. Other businesses nearby include Natalie’s Liquor Warehouse, a sporting-goods store, and an auto radio shop.

“It’s right next to Dowdle Sporting Goods where young families shop with their young children,” notes city councilman Brent Taylor, who represents the Cordova area. “The types of things this store will sell are not in keeping with the values of the Cordova community.”

Store owner Wayne Dowdle worries that teenagers shopping for baseball bats and fishing and hunting gear in his store may be tempted to sneak into the novelty store.

“Some parents have already said that they don’t want their kids coming to my store anymore because they’re afraid they’ll walk in next door,” says Dowdle. “Kids will be kids, they’re going to be curious. I was curious at that age.”

The issue seems to hinge on whether Christal’s — which sells lingerie and gag gifts as well as more explicit sexual toys — has more than 5 percent of its retail space devoted to adult items. If it has less than 5 percent, it is considered a regular retail establishment. If it has more than 5 percent of its space devoted to adult novelty items, a city zoning ordinance prevents it from operating in the strip mall.

The Cordova Christal’s will be the fourth Memphis-area store operated by the Colorado-based chain. Christal’s officials would not comment to the Flyer for this story.

“There are designated areas in this city for adult entertainment. This is not one of them,” says Taylor.

On Friday, November 16th, Christal’s was issued a retail permit “based on the information they gave us,” says Allen Medlock, deputy administrator for the city’s construction codes enforcement agency. “We still have to do a final inspection and sign a use and occupancy statement. Prior to the final inspection we have to ascertain if they meet the definition of retail sales.”

But Dowdle, whose store has been in its location for seven years, doesn’t see why Christal’s should be allowed to open. “What positive can come from all of this?” he asks. “The liquor store I didn’t have any problem with. That’s a legit business. If Christal’s sold what they say they’re going to sell — gag gifts and negligees — that’d be fine; I wouldn’t have any problems with that. But what they’ve got is pretty rough. It’s pretty hardcore.”

According to Taylor, even some of the lingerie sold in other Christal’s stores should be considered adult novelty items.

“Lingerie in and of itself is not an adult novelty item, but crotchless panties are and edible panties are,” says Taylor. “The inventory list they submitted had things on it like jumbo pecker pacifier, pussy comb, virginity restoration kit, hoochie shave cream, sticky dick, anal ease cream, tit tacs, dick tacs, and a ‘Wind-up Whackin’ Willy.’ This store is definitely an adult novelty store.”

This is a point Dowdle notes as well. He says that people will be able to see the lingerie in the windows from outside the store.

“It’s negligees, but when it opens people are going to see what that means. It’s not classy like Victoria’s Secret. I even like the stuff at Victoria’s Secret,” says Dowdle.

Taylor and Dowdle both say that stores like Christal’s don’t belong in Cordova and that this particular location — in the shadow of Bellevue Baptist Church’s giant crosses — is particularly inappropriate. With that in mind Christal’s opponents have already developed an alternate plan if the store is allowed to open.

“Everybody is real upset,” says Dowdle. “We’ll have to make it tough for them to do business.”

According to Taylor, some opponents have said that if the store opens they will visit it to make sure that the inventory is under the five-percent limit. Others have said that they would stand outside the store to take photographs of customers entering and leaving Christal’s and of their vehicles and license plates.

“Communities should be able to dictate what the values of their community will be,” says Taylor.

Asked about the nearby presence of a liquor store and a store that sells guns, Taylor said, “Cordova and East Memphis have made it clear that adult novelties are not in keeping with the community, but guns and liquor are. People kill people, guns don’t. Viewing adult novelties and using adult novelties is inappropriate for the Cordova community. A store where children can see products shaped like penises and vaginas undermines the morals taught in this community.


Fire Delays Jail Move

Direct supervision postponed.

By Mary Cashiola

Last Saturday morning’s Shelby County jail fire was no big deal, say jail officials. The inmates weren’t even evacuated and only a few were treated for smoke inhalation.

But the fire, probably caused by an overheated clothes dryer, was big enough to delay plans to switch another segment of the jail over to direct supervision this week.

Due to a federal court order to quell inmate violence, the jail is in the process of changing how inmates are supervised. The fifth and sixth floors of the jail were switched in October. Half of the fourth floor was scheduled to change to direct supervision by December 6th.

In direct supervision, officers are inside the pods with the inmates, not separated from them by bars or doors. In an effort to ease the transition for the fourth floor, which houses more violent, unsentenced offenders, jail officials had decided to switch two pods November 27th and gradually change the rest of the floor.

But the laundry room fire slowed things down. Much of the damage was to telephone lines that run to the pods.

“We were trying to get ahead of the curve, but we had to put it off for a week,” says Bill Powell, Shelby County criminal justice coordinator. He said the overall plan for the fourth floor is still on track to switch in early December. “As of right now, we expect to be able to do that, but it will be contingent on how much cable damage there was with the fire. We can’t put officers into pods without telephones.”

Officials are still investigating the extent of the damage. Powell says they hope to have the repair work done by Friday so that the systems can be tested Monday.


Web Insight?

Popular online site for city schools is up and running again.

By Mary Cashiola

Former Memphis school teacher David Page says he wants the public to know what’s wrong with the city system. That’s why, he says, his Web site’s popular “complaints, comments, and suggestions” section is back up.

“I already know first-hand what’s going on,” says Page, a former teacher at East High. “I know why the kids aren’t learning. I know where the problem is coming from.”

Page’s Web site, www.memphiscityschools.com, which he bought in 1999 for $15, featured a section where faculty and staff could anonymously air their gripes until Page took it down last spring.

At one time, Page says, the site was receiving 10,000 hits a day. “I had opened it up and I didn’t realize what they were posting,” he says. “They were posting some really outrageous stuff.” Its return, he says, comes at the request of numerous teachers, parents, and students. And now he’s figured out how to organize and filter the postings.

Page, whose children go to city schools, says in the past he has gotten information about everything from grade-fixing and administration corruption to whom the board commissioners are sleeping with. He admits that some of the postings might not be true.

“Some of it could be personal,” he says. “You know, if you have a problem with a principal, but some of it is actually going on, like grade-fixing.”

Page has had his own problems with the school system. He had a number of run-ins with the administration at East, and was suspended for 10 days for allegedly charging $417 to the school. Page denies the accusation and says when he came back he was continually harassed.

“I just want to provide some exposure,” he says. “Nobody has anywhere to go when they have a complaint with the system.”

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The Doctor Is In

Is radio magnate/radiologist George Flinn the Republican nominee-presumptive for the office of Shelby County mayor? It’s beginning to look that way.

Dr. Flinn — who owns a host of local radio stations and, as a radiologist, pioneered in (and got rich from) the now-widespread art of ultrasound technology — hankered to run for mayor of Memphis in 1999 but decided that the number and variety of possible candidates made that race a potential three-ring circus for a political neophyte like himself and opted out.

Back then he foresaw himself being matched against the likes of Willie Herenton (the eventual winner), then city councilman Joe Ford, and wrestling eminence Jerry Lawler, among numerous others. As a potential candidate for the GOP nomination for county mayor, Flinn is all by himself. Nobody else seems to want the honor.

“I’m ready to go. I can put together the money, I believe, and if they’ll help me with the essentials of running a major campaign, I think I can mount one,” said the good doctor this week. The “they” of his commentary was the local GOP leadership, who have been running down the list of potential Republican heavyweights and seen them all deign not to run. The latest to say no was Allie Prescott, the recently retired president of the Memphis Redbirds.

Prescott was a new political face who would have been making his maiden race — a fact that emboldens Flinn to believe that GOP eyes should now be turning to him.

Local Republican chairman Alan Crone, who has been heading the party’s increasingly desperate efforts to find a standard-bearer, may be ready for a session with the doctor. “I think that a successful candidate has to be both politically viable and financially viable,” Crone said. “I think that George is the latter, and it’s possible he could be the former, too.”

Any doubts Crone has on the matter are due to Flinn’s relative inexperience in the GOP wars. He doesn’t consider it an obstacle that Flinn’s son Shea Flinn, a brand-new lawyer who is about to become a brand-new husband, ran unsuccessfully as a Democratic candidate for the legislature last year.

“George has been fairly convincing that he is a life-long Republican himself and I doubt that many people would be concerned about the fact that his son may have different personal politics. That happens a good bit,” Crone said.

Crone does not buy into the widely accepted theory that name Republicans have ducked the race because recent demographic change has made it unwinnable for a Republican. “Not one of the people we talked to was of that persuasion,” he said, meaning, among others, Prescott, District Attorney General Bill Gibbons, former Memphis city councilman John Bobango, and Shelby County Trustee Bob Patterson (who technically is still thinking about it).

The GOP chairman then proceeded to qualify himself a tad, however: “I do think that political influence is cyclical and it’s probably true that the Republican Party will need to adapt to population tendencies. We’ve been heavily suburban and rural, but we’ll probably see ourselves becoming more urban-oriented in the years to come.” Crone has been a consistent advocate of Republican outreach into traditionally Democratic minority communities.

Flinn believes in that respect he is exactly what the, er, doctor ordered: “My main offices are in the center city. I’ve had a center-city presence for years and I understand the thinking of people who live in the center city.”

It remains to be seen what becomes of a Flinn candidacy or of a local Republican reorientation, just as it remains to be seen what the results of next year’s mayoral election will be. But change of some sort is clearly in the offing in a season when the incumbent Republican mayor, Jim Rout, has decided against running and potential GOP successors are scarce indeed, while simultaneously three active Democratic candidates — Shelby County Public Defender AC Wharton, Bartlett banker Harold Byrd, and State Representative Carol Chumney are actively campaigning.

· It may have been inevitable but there was still an element of surprise to the sudden resignation of Bobby Lanier, top administrative aide to two-term mayor Rout (and Rout’s four-term predecessor, Bill Morris).

Without much preliminary ado, Lanier filed for his retirement benefits last Friday, climaxing weeks of complaints from political opponents concerning his alleged use of county facilities on behalf of his current political protégé, mayoral candidate Wharton.

Lanier’s move was said to have been prompted by the complaints, raised mainly by organization Republicans and by backers of Byrd. Lanier made a perfunctory denial Monday that he had resigned due to pressure, but others close to the situation acknowledged that the move owed much to the volume of the criticism, turned up considerably once Wharton, for whose candidacy Lanier was something of a prime mover, made his formal announcement last month

The well-liked Lanier didn’t spend much, if any, time kicking back and relaxing after his “retirement.” He spent Monday in the company of fellow Wharton backer Reginald French setting up Wharton’s new downtown campaign office on Court Street and pushing ahead plans for the candidate’s first major fund-raiser, scheduled for Thursday night at the Racquet Club.

There was a mishap connected with the latter. A list of potential donors was mislaid Monday during or after Lanier and French held a lunch meeting at the Cupboard Restaurant on Union Avenue in the hospital district.

Neither Lanier nor French hold any titles at the moment but they are two pivotal members of an ad hoc group that worked intensively — in the aftermath of Rout’s decision some months ago not to run again — first to persuade Wharton to run and then to launch him as a mainstream candidate with appeal across racial and political lines.

Some of that crossover involved Wharton supporters from the ranks of Rout allies — a circumstance that caused Rout himself some discomfiture that will no doubt be increased by a follow-up move by the Byrd camp Tuesday.

Attorney Richard Fields, a Byrd supporter, hand-delivered a letter to Rout which was subheaded “Re: Political activity by Bobby Lanier” and cited Section 12-46 of the county charter, which, as reprised by Fields, states that “[no] employee in the classified service may be required or directed, either directly or by implication, to contribute or solicit funds for any political candidate.”

The Fields letter continued: “Clearly, Mr. Lanier’s solicitation of funds for AC Wharton violates this section if he made solicitations of Shelby County employees and implicitly violates the purpose of the section when solictations are made from the office of the Mayor.”

On behalf of the Byrd campaign, Fields asked for “a list of all persons contracted by Mr. Lanier for purposes of soliciting funds for the Wharton campaign” and “the telephone records for Mr. L’s telephone extension in the county building showing incoming and outgoing calls with the phone numbers listed.”

He also said that Wharton should be asked to withdraw from his “part-time” job as public defender and that Rout should engage independent legal counsel to investigate the matter since “Donnie Wilson, current county attorney, has openly stated his support of AC Wharton for county mayor and has appeared with him publicly at a church.”

At press time Rout had not been reached for a reaction but County Attorney Wilson dismissed the allegations in the letter as “crazy” and said, “I’m surprised that Richard Fields would go to these lengths.” Wilson said that while he privately supported Wharton’s candidacy he had taken no public role and had not appeared with the public defender at a church.

· Jeff Sullivan, who had been working on behalf of state Senator Jim Kyle‘s mayoral campaign before Kyle’s withdrawal from the race last month, is now Shelby County director of the gubernatorial campaign of former state Senator Andy Womack (D-Murfreesboro). Womack’s is the only gubernatorial campaign so far to open a Shelby County office per se.

Both Republican gubernatorial candidates made Memphis stops during the last week. Fourth District U.S. Rep. Van Hilleary was the beneficiary of a fund-raiser at the Crescent Club on Monday, while his sole GOP opponent so far, former state Senator Jim Henry of Kingston, stopped over for a couple of days before Thanksgiving. Henry recruited veteran Republican activist Bob Schroeder as a member of his campaign committee. ·

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As Others See Us

If AOL’s 32 million subscribers clicked on “Sports” Tuesday, they got a picture of Jason Williams and a story about the Memphis Grizzlies’ win over Sacramento. That’s the kind of “Big Time” publicity boosters were talking about when they brought the team here.

So how’s it going elsewhere on the publicity front after the NBA’s first month in Memphis? All in all, not so bad, particularly if you are of the just-spell-the-name-right persuasion.

Locally, WMC-TV general manager Howard Meagle is pleased with early television ratings for the Grizzlies. The regular season opener on November 1st drew a 12.5 rating on what Meagle called a night of “incredible competition,” including the World Series. That was the only game televised so far on WMC-TV, although other games have been televised on affiliate Channel 50. Those games, Meagle said, have drawn a 5 in prime time and a 3 to 4 in afternoon slots.

The best is yet to come. In December WMC-TV will televise the Grizzlies’ games against Michael Jordan and the Washington Wizards and Shaquille O’Neal and the Los Angeles Lakers.

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution had kind words for Memphis and Grizzlies part-owners Staley and Andy Cates last weekend under the headline “Memphis Develops Into A Major Player”:

“The Soulsville project is yet another high-profile enterprise in the continuing makeover of Memphis. A city with a rich cultural history, it long seemed reluctant or unable to play in the same go-go league as such aggressive Atlanta wannabe brethren as Charlotte, Nashville and Jacksonville. It’s playing now. The city’s first major-league sports franchise, the NBA Grizzlies, was lured from Vancouver this season, with a new $250 million downtown arena expected within the next few years.”

The Wall Street Journal‘s Stefan Fatsis is a doubter:

“With few rock-solid markets left, the risk of trading one weak one for another grows. The NBA’s Vancouver Grizzlies just moved to Memphis. Vancouver was a reasonable, if failed, Canadian experiment. Can the NBA succeed in Memphis, the nation’s No. 41 TV market? The Griz are supposed to get a new arena and a new nickname, but attendance, so far, isn’t encouraging: 19,000, 13,000, 11,000. Elvis is already leaving the building.”

In Minnesota, Judge Harry Seymour Crump indirectly gave comfort to Memphis NBA backers in an order banning the owner of the Minnesota Twins from moving the team (with a name like Crump, we shouldn’t be surprised):

“The welfare, recreation, prestige, prosperity, trade and commerce of the people of the community are at stake … Baseball crosses social barriers, creates community spirit, and is much more than a private enterprise. Baseball is a national pastime.”

Sounds like a blueprint, if not an actual citation, for the Memphis response to the Duncan Ragsdale lawsuit still on appeal.

The Jackson (Mississippi) Clarion-Ledger doesn’t have a Grizzlies beat reporter but does give Memphis top billing in its Associated Press roundup of NBA results. The Tennessean of Nashville covered the home opener with a feature by writer Joe Biddle:

“It was the second coming of Elvis, a full slab of Rendezvous ribs, and some sweet soul music rolled into one. It was ushers spit-polished in tuxedos, Memphis native Justin Timberlake of ‘NSync with a stirring national anthem, and Memphis blues man Isaac Hayes making women go limp as he got way down with ‘God Bless America.'”

Then Biddle gets down himself with a little analysis.

“Memphis long has been a hoops hotbed. Kids grow up learning a crossover dribble before their ABCs.”

Oh? Has he been looking at our young hoopsters — or our school report cards?

The Tennessean doesn’t have a Grizzlies beat reporter, but Middle Tennessee NBA fans are now getting the Grizzlies on TV instead of the Atlanta Hawks. Fox Sports Net has added a 20-game package this season as part of a three-year contract. The number of telecasts increases to 25 in each of the next two years.

In Louisville, Kentucky, they’re approximately where Memphis was one year ago in the NBA courtship. But the mayor and Board of Aldermen are sharply divided over the merits of a new arena, which, of course, is the price of admission.

“Mayor Dave Armstrong’s office has been working for three weeks with a private consultant on a financing plan for a pro basketball arena in Louisville,” says the Louisville Courier-Journal this week. “The consultant, The Goal Group of Washington, D.C., is the same firm that a committee of the Board of Aldermen voted against hiring last week. The committee’s recommendation is scheduled to go before the full board tonight [Tuesday]. But Steve Magre, the board’s president, said yesterday that he would table the discussion because he doesn’t believe there is enough support on the board to build an arena — let alone hire a consultant.”

The Goal Group was recommended by Memphis officials, who used the firm to help lure the Grizzlies.

As you might expect, there’s not much cheering in Vancouver.

“Hey, the Grizzlies open their NBA regular season schedule tonight,” wrote columnist Gary Kingston of The Vancouver Sun. “In the Pyramid in Memphis. Against Detroit. Of course, that’s if you still care. Don’t care anymore? Don’t worry. It’s a widely held view.”

The Sun didn’t send Kingston or anyone else to the opener, which may explain things. Bet a few complimentary beers and some barbecue would put his mind right.

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Sound Advice

Jucifer‘s Amber Valentine is a petite, pouty-mouthed femme fatale with pink hair and a breathy, almost childlike singing voice. Drummer Edgar Livengood is so skinny he could hide behind a rake. Together, these two tiny people make some big, big noise. Their first album, Calling All Cars On the Vegas Strip, was a divine, if completely bizarre (and absolutely thorough), blend of the Pixies and Black Sabbath. The comparisons are inescapable. Valentine’s guitar playing is sometimes a little too reminiscent of Tony Iommi and her voice is whispery Kim Deal all the way. Lyrically, Valentine’s songs swing between fairly typical audio noir and smarty-pants pop commentary that would make even Black Francis a little envious. “I want to be like Tabitha Soren,” Valentine sings on the song “Hero Worship”: “Have my own show on MTV/I want to be like Tabitha Soren/Young, independent, and free.” Livengood’s Bill Wardian drums are all the accompaniment Valentine needs.

Jucifer’s most recent disc, The Lambs, is a little disappointing compared to Calling All Cars On the Vegas Strip. It goes a long way toward proving my theory that too much loud and heavy posturing yields diminishing returns. The new disc’s formula is this: whispered verse, screaming unintelligible chorus, repeat as desired. That said, it’s better than just about any “heavy” music out there today except for the Melvins, who remain in a class by themselves. Jucifer is playing at the Map Room on Thursday, November 29th, with Poison the Well, Few Left Standing, Swollen Enemy, and Unearth.

Elvis may have given birth to the rock-and-roll phenomenon, but the man responsible for defining rock as we know it is none other than Dick Dale. His contribution: volume. When Dale started out in the ’50s he was notorious for blowing up amplifiers. They would quite literally catch fire. The sound he defined was blistering, sexy and seedy. They called it surf rock, but the sound smacked as much of drag strips, strip joints, and juvenile delinquency as it did of sand and surf. Perhaps more so. It was all about the wang of the whammy bar, the thunder of bass notes played at lightning speed, and spare, piercing leads. His signature tune, “Miserlou,” was the theme to Pulp Fiction. It’s been used to promote Domino’s Pizza and hock Mountain Dew. Chances are you know the tune by heart even if you’ve never heard the name Dick Dale. Chances are you feel like a bad boy or girl every time you hear it. Dirty even. Dale is bringing his beat up Stratocaster to the Hard Rock Café on Beale on Friday, November 30th. If you miss this guy you’ve missed the man who inspired everything from punk to the heaviest of metal. He may not have invented rock, but his modifications of the form are enduring. Without him amplifiers might still only go up to 4, and where would Spinal Tap be then? — Chris Davis

He may not be as strong a songwriter as D’Angelo or Erykah Badu, but Maxwell was as instrumental as anyone in jumpstarting the current boom in boho soul music. In the mid-’90s, artists like Maxwell, D’Angelo, and Tony Rich (since exposed as a bush-league Babyface, but he seemed fresh at the time) created an alternative R&B sphere in which those tired of sex-crazed, narcissistic gigolos (such as Jodeci) could indulge in the romantic, atmospheric soul of Marvin Gaye and Al Green filtered through a post-hip-hop sensibility. Maxwell’s mood music is often too lacking in backbone (or backbeat) for my tastes, but his tourmate, Angie Stone, a former musical (and romantic) collaborator with D’Angelo, should provide more grounded couterpoint to his lover-man soundscapes. Maxwell and Stone will be at The Orpheum theater on Friday, November 30th.

Best known for his late ’50s rockabilly hit “Suzie Q” — later covered by Creedence Clearwater Revival — Dale Hawkins may be swamp-rock’s greatest success story. Aside from some producing work in the ’60s, Hawkins hasn’t been heard from much since his big hit, but he’s back on the road and will be at the Hi-Tone Café on Friday, November 30th. — Chris Herrington

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Almost Famous

8ball

(JCOR Entertainment)

The first thing you notice about Southern rap pioneer 8ball’s new platter is an almost ascetic level of restraint. Instead of a triple-disc Sandinista-esque lumbering opus like 1997’s Lost, we have a relatively taciturn single CD with a mere 15 tracks. And secondly, we have a title, Almost Famous, that is as refreshingly humble and unpretentious as possible in the egoistic effluvium of modern rap. The cover is also a perfect example of the Memphis-born 8ball’s newly refined perspective. Instead of a Pen & Pixel-designed image of 8ball being ferried down canals full of glowing “Benjamins” by topless supermodel gondoliers, there is the cuddly mug of the Mid-South’s favorite spuddy spitter in full close-up, Andy Williams-style.

On the opener, “Thorn,” 8ball intones, “You see them pretty motherfuckas on the TV screen/Live and die for that fake shit on MTV.” And just as that perceptive observation is starting to sink in, you end up watching BET’s Rap City: Tha Bassment and peep his new video for “Stop Playin’ Games,” directed by Limp Bizkit’s Fred Durst and co-written by the patron saint of the sellout, P-Diddy himself. But it’s hard to hold a grudge against 8ball. Partly because it’s such an infectious single and he’s been at the game for so long but mainly because he’s 350 pounds of playa heading for you in a Rolls Royce golf cart. And for every party-anthem head-bobber, there’s a corresponding contemplative chin-stroker.

Maybe it’s his recent bout with respiratory complications, no doubt abetted by his considerable breadth of beam and his perpetual leaf-chiefing, that has given him such gravity on tracks like “Spit” and “Live This.” However, on “Daddy,” 8ball has erred on the side of bathos. The chorus — “Daddy, when are you coming home?” — is sung by little children. This tearjerker concerns itself with a family torn asunder by the absence of the father, who is either on the road making hit records or dealing cocaine. It’s the urban equivalent of one of Red Sovine’s sentimental trucker ballads — call it “Ghetty Bear” if you must. But 8Ball, if you can’t tell by his girth, is an Epicurean at heart. So there are plenty of lyrics devoted to hydroponic green-green and, oddly enough, froufrou Grey Goose vodka interspersed with all of the heady verbiage. 8ball’s hedonism distances itself from its cousin, bling-bling nihilism, with an anchor in grown-ass-man philosophizing. Some rappers are still sipping on baby bottles; 8ball is nursing a Grey Goose on the rocks.

David Dunlap Jr.

Grade: B+


Find Your Home

The Vue

(Sub Pop)

More than just another group of make-up artists attempting the Beggars Banquet On $5 a Day program, the Vue (formerly known as the Audience) add personality and metaphorical guesswork to their second glam/blues platter, Find Your Home. Musically, they are a good (and very showy) garage/blues band that knows a trick that most in the genre do not: how to use space. And that space makes for a nod to forebears that don’t exist entirely in the ’60s. I hear Television, the Dream Syndicate, and Bowie-treated Mott the Hoople floating around in some familiar blues riffing you don’t mind hearing over and over again — specifically a revved-up version of the “ill-advised” electric records made by Howlin’ Wolf and Muddy Waters in the late ’60s. Oh, and I mention “metaphorical guesswork” because the lyrics and vocals manage to overflow with the sexual charge of early-’70s glam while being vague in their direct motive.

Rather than a full-on minstrel show slumming around in genres they don’t understand, the Vue steal a few licks from the bands that perfected that slumming to begin with (the Stones, the Animals) and then move forward. Find Your Home is all rock swagger but not without the warm dissonance that made early Sonic Youth so good. Plus, they’ve got the charisma. The Vue are purportedly a fantastic live act (a necessity if you are going this route).

Andrew Earles

Grade: B+

The Vue will be at Young Avenue Deli on Saturday, December 1st, with Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.


Because It Feel Good

Kelly Hogan

(Bloodshot)

“[She] manages to express emotion without screaming, grunting, going out of tune, or using any of the other devices common to singers who attempt to make bad taste a substitute for soul.” Stanley Booth was referring to Dusty Springfield’s Dusty in Memphis album when he voiced that sentiment three decades ago, but he may as well have been writing about Kelly Hogan’s latest, Because It Feel Good.

An alum of what she calls “a billion bands” — including the Jody Grind and Rock*A*Teens — Georgia-native Hogan quit the music biz and relocated to Chicago in 1997. When she found a job working as a publicist at Bloodshot Records, the Windy City’s alt-country enclave, Hogan realized that she could no longer avoid her true calling. After contributing guest vocals to a bevy of albums by the likes of Alejandro Escovedo and the Waco Brothers, she came out from behind the desk last year to make the Bob Wills tribute album Beneath the Country Underdog, an underrated gem recorded with the Pine Valley Cosmonauts, a collective of musicians including Jon Langford, Neko Case, John Wesley Harding, and Robbie Fulks.

If Beneath the Country Underdog is comparable to a raucous honky-tonk, then Because It Feel Good is a smoke-filled Berlin nightclub. From the album’s opener, a stark version of the Statler Brothers’ “I’ll Go To My Grave Loving You,” Hogan sets a cabaret tone with her alternately whispering, then booming, voice. Ably backed by a low-frequency violin and banjo warble, the country weeper becomes a battle cry: “I’d work day and night loving you/And when God calls us both above/Honey, you’d know that you’d been loved.” The overall effect is like filtering Tammy Wynette through Lotte Lenya — and, incredibly, it works.

Cut in Athens, Georgia, with producer Dave Barbe (Sugar, Son Volt) at the helm, Because It Feel Good features a handpicked group of Chicago musicians, including Jon Rauhouse on guitar and former Squirrel Nut Zipper Andrew Bird on violin. The 10 songs that make up the album encompass a wide musical spectrum — from oldies like the aforementioned Statler Brothers tune, “Please Don’t Leave Me” (an obscurity from soulster King Floyd), Nilsson’s version of Randy Newman’s “Living Without You,” and Charlie Rich’s understated “Stay” to modern tracks from indie faves Smog and the Bogmen.

Like Johnny Cash’s albums on the American label and Cat Power’s The Covers Record, Hogan’s interpretations of these familiar songs derive new meaning from even the most hackneyed tunes, making the material — unequivocally — her own. “Strayed,” another brilliant cover, comes from an unlikely source: Smog’s low-fi Dongs of Sevotion album. In a perfect world, Hogan’s rendition, belted out in a honeyed Southern voice, would rule the Nashville country scene. “I have loved in haste,” she laments. “I’ve been an alley cat and a bumble bee/To your panther, to your wasp/Oh, I have loved while thinking only of the cost.”

Range, depth, and carefully selected material all add up to a minor masterpiece. But what puts this album over the top — the final ingredient — is crystal-clear: Kelly Hogan has soul. It’s obvious that she loves to sing, and she expresses her emotions like a Dixie-fried Dusty Springfield, with grace, guts, and good taste. Why? Because it feel good. — Andria Lisle

Grade: A

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Sports Sports Feature

GRIZZLIES POUND ROCKETS, 102-85.

The Memphis Grizzlies should have won this game against a Houston Rockets squad without top stars Steve Francis (ruptured plantar fascia on his left foot) and Cuttino Mobley (sprained ankle).

However, no one quite expected the team to do so in such a dramatic fashion, as the Grizzlies picked up their second straight home win, 102-85. Not only did the Grizzlies (3-12) win, the steam won by double digits. That lead is the largest Memphis has held over this young season.

Grizzlies point guard Jason Williams had an incredible night shooting 38 points, handing out 11 assists, and collecting four steals. The 38 points breaks his career record of 28. 18 of those points came from Williams’ 6 three pointers. The point guard also had plenty of help. Forward Shane Battier scored 18 points, forward Pau Gasol scored 17 points, and center Lorenzen Wright scored 10 as the Grizzlies rolled.

According to head coach Sidney Lowe, the team is beginning to gel offensively, especially in terms of Williams’ connection with Gasol. “It think the more we play, the better we will be,” Lowe said after the game. “I think you can see Pau and Jason starting to click a little better. Before, they were a little off on each other and not sure what to expect but you can see it coming along a little bit now.”

The Grizzlies also put together a dominant defensive effort with 10 total blocked shots and 11 steals. Those numbers contributed to 18 Rocket turnovers and 19 Grizzlies points. Also, the Grizzlies held the Rockets to only 43.1% shooting on the night.

“It’s just the concentration we have in practice,” Lowe says of the improving Memphis defense. “We’ve gone straight up man-to-man. I’ve challenged my guys. The only way you can win in the NBA is to play solid defense.”

About Williams performance, Battier said he just tried to stay out of the point guard’s way. “He was awesome,” Battier said. “I didn’t want to touch him, I didn’t want to look at him, I didn’t want to jinx him.”

The Rockets struggled all night offensively, but did get major contributions from a number of players. Walt Williams led his team’s efforts with 15 points, Kevin Willis and Kenny Thomas each scored 14, Tierre Brown scored 12, and Oscar Torres scored 10.

But the multiple turnovers and the streaking Williams soon outpaced whatever offensive efforts the Rockets might have put together. “We tried to get the ball out of his hands,” Rockets’ head coach Rudy Tomjanovich said after the game. “Whenever we missed a shot, [Williams] would sting us for another two or three points. We tried to double [Williams] and then someone else stepped up and made shots.”

The Grizzlies play at home again on Thursday, December 6, against the Minnesota Timberwolves at 7 p.m.

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h3>The Line Of Fire

At this writing eight journalists have been killed covering the hostilities in Afghanistan. You will not likely read any glowing tributes to their heroism, nor is it probable any funds will be raised to help their families. But those men and women died while doing their very essential jobs and they deserve our deepest respect.

The job of war correspondent is often seen as a glamorous one. And, indeed, the image of a flak-jacketed reporter standing against the night sky while bombs burst in air has an undeniable aura of showmanship. But someone is holding the camera. And hundreds of other journalists you’ll never see are writing newspaper stories and reporting for radio — and ducking bullets.

History is being made in Afghanistan and the press plays a vital role by providing a source of unofficial information. Governments, no matter how righteous their cause, give out only the information they deem necessary to dispense. A free press is essential — in war and peace — to make sure the whole story is told. This doesn’t mean giving away information that would put our troops in danger; it does mean letting the world know the truth. Our servicemen and -women deserve no less.

Eight journalists have died doing their job. So far. We owe them our gratitude.

A Life To Remember

It is unfortunate that on a day when most of us were still dealing with the sad news of James Ford’s death, the family name of the late Shelby County commissioner took a hit from the actions of Tamara Mitchell-Ford, estranged wife of the commissioner’s brother, state Senator John Ford, who chose this inauspicious time to drive her car into the residence of the senator’s paramour. (The incident made ambivalent, to say the least, the proper application of the term “home-wrecker.”)

However, that bizarre incident should not be allowed to distract us from honoring Commissioner Ford and his achievements.

Though Ford, a former member of the Memphis city council, was confined to a wheelchair for the last several years, he was still able to vigorously perform his duties as commissioner. This was most notable during the last year when he was chairman and oversaw the resolution of several tough issues, including prolonged and intense debates over school funding and the use of public money to construct a new arena for the Memphis Grizzlies.

Even when he was relatively healthy, Commissioner Ford was mild of manner and polite, even courtly, to an extreme. Conversely, his failing health did not impede his robust responses to opponents or, as was the case in one or two of the past year’s stormier meetings, audience members who heckled the commission. He did not suffer fools gladly.

“He had as much resolve as anyone I ever knew, even in his illness, and he had great academic achievements,” observed his nephew, U.S. Representative Harold Ford Jr., who pointed out that James Ford had attended, more or less concurrently, Columbia University Medical School, Union Theological Seminary, and New York University School of Law.

Commissioner Ford was a decent man and a distinguished public servant whose contributions will be missed.

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Postscript

Satan’s Helpers

To the Editor:

I would like to commend Lesha Hurliman for her article, “Satan’s Helpers” (Viewpoint, November 22nd issue), which addressed the so-called religious problem of the Harry Potter books. I have four kids, aged 13, 11, 9, and 7. My 11-year-old daughter has read all of the Harry Potter books at least four times. I took all my children to see the movie the day it opened. They didn’t have any kind of nightmares nor are they social outcasts, and the last time I checked I have not been magically transformed into some sort of demon.

If fundamentalist types are going to target Harry, why not some other critters also? Barney uses magic. So do Casper the ghost, Pokemon, and Dragonball Z. And almost all Disney movies have magic of some kind in them. Even Mickey Mouse had a problem with a broom when he was the sorcerer’s apprentice. (Could that have been Satan’s broom?) And let’s not forget the most magical movie of them all — The Wizard of Oz.

These zealots need to wake up and take a look at the world we live in: murder, gangs, drugs, guns in school, metal detectors, cops at 7th- and 8th-grade dances, terrorists crashing planes into buildings, deadly diseases being sent through the mail, etc. When we were young we didn’t have to deal with half of the crap our kids do today. The cesspool of our society is crammed down their throats every day.

And now people are saying if you read Harry Potter you are satanic? I say give children their fantasy world because often it’s better than the real thing. They’re smart enough to know the difference.

Eric Belton

Olive Branch, Mississippi

To the Editor:

I would just like to give a “Go, Girl!” to Lesha Hurliman for her piece. Those “spiritual leaders” probably should take a look at Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Pinocchio, and Cinderella, too. Those stories also show outstanding evidence of people doing the Devil’s work.

Pennye Houston

Millington

Hardly A Debate

To the Editor:

As a practicing artist, an instructor of art, and a resident of the Edge/Art Farm community, I was shocked upon reading the article “A Game of Tag” (City Reporter, November 15th issue). The alleged debate — “Where does graffiti end and art begin?” — may be something Sabe wrestles with regularly. Most artists understand graffiti is an art form. This is hardly a debate.

In a successful work of art, the media used match or support the message. If Sabe’s claim that his art centers on words and their different meanings were true, then perhaps word puzzles would better suit him. It is the artist’s responsibility to create with a comprehensible form, embed the message, and present the work. If this is done and the work does not “stand up” then it has a weak foundation. Fragile artists make fragile art. Welcome to the arena of art criticism.

Art and artists have traditionally stood for freedom of expression, but you can’t go into a community where artists live and work, repeatedly scrawl your own name across their buildings, and call it art without expecting some criticism. Communities exist of like-minded individuals. They reserve the right to maintain an appropriate appearance for their neighborhoods. Water-based paint is benign. So is the word “Sabe”. But “Art Farm Kills Art” is far from benign. It’s vicious and spiteful.

Meikle Gardner

Memphis

It’s Torture

To the Editor:

Some people are currently debating whether government agents should be allowed to torture suspects in the interests of our national security. I have to admit that torture is a wonderful way to get confessions. The only problem is that people confess to crimes they haven’t committed to stop the torture.

Take me, for instance. Threaten me with torture and I will be very happy to confess that I am married to Jennifer Aniston, that I wrote The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and that I assassinated Abraham Lincoln. Threaten me with torture, and I will be happy to make up whatever you want to hear. Under torture, I am very willing to confess that the Backstreet Boys are currently plotting to overthrow the United States government.

Anyone who is pro-torture needs to experience torture first to know what they are talking about.

David Bruce

Athens, Ohio

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Friday, 30

And there are yet more art and theater openings. The hilarious A Tuna Christmas opens at Playhouse on the Square, while A Christmas CaroL opens at Theatre Memphis. Tonight s South Main Trolley Art Tour — with free trolley rides, champagne, and tours of the neighborhood s numerous galleries and shops — includes openings at Jay Etkin Gallery, for Studies in Light & Water by Adam Shaw; and at 385 S. Main, for the University of Memphis A.R.T.S. organization, which is hosting its annual auction of work by students, faculty, and other area artists. Elsewhere, there are openings at Lisa Kurts Gallery, for Nostra Munera, recent paintings by Wade Hoefer; at the Art Museum of the University of Memphis, for the Master of Fine Arts Thesis Exhibition by Yancey Allison, Johnny Park, and Bonnie Thornborough; at Grace Place gallery, for Sojourner by Jeni Stallings; and in Arlington, Tennessee, where this weekend s Progressive Art Show features home/studio tours hosted by Deborah Fagan Carpenter, Angela Mullikin, and Jimmy Crosthwait. Also in Arlington, there s a Holiday Pottery Show and Sale at Stark Country Studio and Gallery, featuring the work of potter Agnes Stark. The Memphis Grizzlies take on Houston tonight at The Pyramid. Maxwell is at The Orpheum. The Memphis Soul Revue with Valencia Jazz is at Isaac Hayes. CYC is at the Map Room. And The Chris Scott Band is at the Poplar Lounge.

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Navajo Nation

At the end of the day, Monument Valley is a sight worth seeing.

Driving east from the Grand Canyon, it’s easy to believe the land has never changed. It doesn’t need any alterations, and people wouldn’t want to bother, other than building some roads. The views are forever, from sagebrush at your feet to mountains on the horizon, with canyons cutting and buttes looming. Perhaps it’s a sad commentary, but it’s country which always makes me think of car commercials — the “open road” winding through hilly desert to far-off peaks — and it always makes me drive just a little faster.

There are people who live out here, though. The Navajo live here. Their presence seems to have a little of the eternal quality as well. They were here, after all, when the collective, mostly-white “we” arrived a few hundred years ago. But to the land, a few hundred years is like a week or two. Granted, it’s been a hectic and action-packed couple of weeks, but measured by the scale on which, say, canyons are formed, we are small and short-lived.

But we sure can make a mess, can’t we? Coming downhill from the east end of the Grand Canyon, the first signs of human habitation read “Welcome to Navajo Lands” and “Indian Shopping Next Right.” A small part of me, either the ignorant or the naive, wanted to say, “Surely the natives haven’t gone all commercial too!” But, looking around at the reservation, I wondered what else people would do for money, if not sell stuff to tourists.

We waited for a convergence of two desirables: natural wonder and shopping. We stopped at a viewpoint of the Canyon of the Little Colorado, which, after a day at the Grand Canyon, looked like a parking-lot fair after a day at Six Flags. But it’s also telling of the landscape: Every now and then you come across something like a 200-foot-deep canyon. We stopped and shopped.

In the windswept parking lot there stood a long row of booths, most of them empty. A few had tables covered with what we would soon call “the usual”: turquoise and silver jewelry, dream-catchers, bracelets, and pottery. It was all handmade and beautiful. Behind each table there were those constants of small-town America: young kids and old people. Everybody else seemed to have left.

Back on the road, I saw a sign for the next shopping area. It advertised a place with “nice Indians.” Perhaps some people need to be reassured of this on occasion.

We went through towns of cinder-block houses and falling-down lean-tos. In the yards were old cars, bathtubs, 50-gallon drums, basketball hoops, and kids. One yard hosted a collection of lawn mowers, another a starting gate from a horse track. We went through Red Lake, where there was no lake of any color, Moenkopi, Tuba City, Tsegi, Chilchinbito, The Gap, Mexican Hat, Bitter Springs, Mexican Water, and Sweetwater.

We had Navajo on the radio and a copy of The Navajo Times. In that day’s news, the Navajo Nation was struggling with the casino question (government wants it, people don’t), a local kid signed a basketball scholarship with Stanford, and a panel studying relations with the state decided that “the root of the problem is the separation or removal of the Navajo people from their culture and language.” From such commissions generally come such helpful specifics.

In every one of these towns, at every restaurant, museum, post office, and gas station, they offered tours. Tours of Navajo National Monument, one of many places where there were cliff dwellings. Tours to see rock formations like the Elephant’s Feet and dinosaur tracks. Tours of ghost towns. But most of all they offered tours of Monument Valley.

Monument Valley is, among sights on the reservation, the show-stopper. It was also our mecca. It’s one of those places that you see pictures of and say, “I need to go there.” It’s also like a semi-famous actor: People might not recognize the name, but they see the picture and say, “Oh, yeah, that guy.” Imagine a row of pinkish rock towers, each a couple hundred feet high, scattered through a desert and generally photographed at sunset. You’ve probably seen a cowboy smoking a cigarette there.

We were trying to get there for the sunset pictures, which meant skipping the Navajo Code Talkers Museum. During World War II, the Marines took dozens of Navajos into the Pacific because nobody off the reservation could speak the language. The Japanese never broke the code.

After all the driving and shopping and gawking, we found ourselves at dusk standing by a barbed-wire fence beside the highway. We had arrived at the Sight in the Moment. In front of us stretched Monument Valley in all its pinkish glory: the cliffs, the sky, the sunset, the emptiness. I let out a long, deep breath. The view was like a message from a higher power. It said to me, “Don’t worry about all the other crap. This is what you came for. It’s nice, isn’t it?”

You can e-mail Paul Gerald at letters@memphisflyer.com. You can also check out his new book, 60 Hikes Within 60 Miles: Portland (Oregon), published by Menasha Ridge Press.