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POLITICS: Watching the Bear

WATCHING THE REAR

One part of conventional wisdom has it that Democrat A C Wharton is a shoo-in for Shelby County mayor because of (a) his likeability; (b) his expertise; and (c) perhaps most importantly, his demographic edge as an African-American.

A counter argument goes that Republican nominee George Flinn could end up the winner on the strength of his personal resources coupled with the huge GOP primary vote expected in two major state-ballot races — that for U.S. senator involving Lamar Alexander and Ed Bryant and the 7th District congressional contest in which three of the five candidates have local bases.

Both of these either/or scenarios may have to be revised in accordance with circumstances that could undermine the candidates’ expected party support.

In Wharton’s case, the problem has a famous surname: Ford. Sir Isaac Ford, the youngest son of former 9th District congressman Harold Ford Sr. and the brother of the current congressman, is making his maiden race for public office as an independent candidate in the mayor’s race, and, while no one — perhaps not even young Ford — can imagine him as the winner, many are wondering if he can upset Wharton’s apple cart.

Flinn’s concern is the tenuous state of Republican unity. Not only are some longtime Republicans close to his recent primary opponent, state Rep. Larry Scroggs, still aggrieved at what they see as having been unfair attacks upon their man, but the party’s nominal leader, incumbent Shelby County mayor Jim Rout, seems to have his own reservations about Flinn.

Several Republican regulars report recent conversations in which either Rout or another member of his family has expressed sympathy for Wharton’s mayoral ambitions. Asked about this on Tuesday, the mayor merely repeated what he has said for public consumption — that he is “heavily involved” with four other races and will “play no active role” in the mayor’s race.

For the record, the beneficiaries of Rout’s support (and fund-raising help) are GOP gubernatorial candidate Jim Henry, senatorial candidate Alexander, 7th District congressional candidate David Kustoff, and Republican sheriff’s nominee Mark Luttrell.

Several members of the Republican Party’s moderate faction have talked out loud lately about forming a consensus with like-minded Democrats to endorse, or at least openly support, a tandem of Wharton and Luttrell.

Rout, however, says, “I am a Republican and plan to support the ticket.” That statement echoes the one which is being urged upon other party members these days by local party chairman Alan Crone, who personally has no reservations about rendering stout and specific public support for Flinn by name. “I’m excited by George’s vision,” says Crone, who has cited the candidate’s pledge of “accountability” as one of the reasons for that excitement.

But the same word had proved troubling to Rout, who wondered if Flinn had intended it as an ex post facto rebuke to the Republican incumbent’s own administration, which has been targeted in some quarters for the county’s current $1.3 billion in public debt.

Flinn sat down with the mayor last week and attempted to reassure him on that score, and virtually the first words out of the Republican nominee’s mouth at a subsequent Chamber of Commerce-sponsored mayoral forum were expressions of support for Rout’s conduct in office.

At the same forum, Sir Isaac Ford made what was for most observers his debut in the race. In one sense, Ford formed a triad with two other candidates whom no one gives a chance — newcomer Johnny Kelly and Libertarian Bruce Young — while most eyes and ears were on Flinn and Wharton, both of whom, stressing education and fiscal solvency, held their own.

In another sense, though, Ford clearly set himself apart from his fellow also-rans. Some of his points seemed hazy or were set forth in rambling fashion — maybe a good thing for this audience, since the position papers released so far by the self-declared “hip-hop” candidate contain some strikingly radical ideas. (Notable among them is a proposal to spend “billions” on reparations for slavery.)

But the young candidate obviously possesses an attitude — compounded of self-belief, confidence, and personal assertiveness — that runs through his highly political family and, in its fully developed form, can even be called charisma. Right now, though, most people, even Ford-family familiars, see Sir Isaac more as a case of pointless chutzpah.

But maybe, some are beginning to wonder, there’s method to the madness. Despite the overt support being given Wharton’s candidacy by the Fords and their allies, might not Sir Isaac’s candidacy be something of a hedge? Or a reminder to Wharton about who his long-term friends are (or should be)?

In any case, the name Ford commands considerable loyalty among Memphis’ inner-city Democrats (a non-relative named Barry Ford upset a party regular for a position on the Democratic executive committee some years back), and all by itself could drain away enough votes from Wharton to give him serious worries.

For this reason, several Wharton supporters have begun to urge the former congressman and his son, U.S. Rep. Harold Ford Jr., to erase all doubt by making themselves both visible and vocal for the Democratic nominee.

It remains to be seen. Indeed, as we look ahead to the traditionally volatile month of July, much still remains to be seen in the case of both major mayoral candidates.

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wednesday, 19

Go gaga over The Goo Goo Dolls tonight at The Orpheum. Or hear The Andy Grooms Band at Young Avenue Deli. Or don’t. As always, I really couldn’t care less what you do tonight or any other night, because I don?t even know you, and unless you can help the local populace understand that there is really only one living celebrity with whom to be concerned — Elizabeth Taylor, of course — then I’m sure I don’t want to meet you. Besides, I must go now and begin my little story for next week, about how a Commercial Appeal columnist just basically ruined the career of one of the sweetest people this city has ever known.

T.S.

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A MEMPHIS MOUTHFUL

Places, a magazine about travel, culture, and ambience, recently reported on the Bluff City, saying, “The downtown is dark and whispering. Noises are ruffling through the buildings, muffled by the bricks and concrete. Then we see the luminescent corona of the electric blue aura of Beale Street, sending out swirls of voltaic blue and galvanic red from within the silhouetted buildings. Beale Street looks like synthetic twilight captured within the city, a great wild prism at the end of the neon rainbow.” It’s difficult to determine whether or not the author was experiencing the fairly common aftereffects of consuming bad barbecue, or if he’d just been hitting the sauce

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GIVING ‘EM HELL

Time

Richard Hell

(Matador)

If there is such a thing as a punk pedigree then surely Richard Hell has one of the purest ones extant. The history may be familiar but bears repeating here: a founding member of New York’s first punk band, Television; a co-founder with Johnny Thunders of NYC’s rockin’ junkie band the Heartbreakers; the leader of Richard Hell & the Voidoids, which featured the guitar talent of Robert Quine; and the visual inspiration for the look that Sex Pistols manager Malcolm McLaren codified into punk. (The spiked hair, ripped clothes, vacant stare, and sneering attitude all came from Hell and looked pretty good on Johnny Rotten.)

Perhaps the coolest thing about Hell (born Richard Meyers in Lexington, Kentucky) is that he got out of the music game in 1984, for the most part. Junk-sick and tired of watching others imitate his style, Hell released a retrospective set, R.I.P., on R.O.I.R. (the New York-based cassette-tape-only label; remember when indie-label cassettes were cool?) in late ’84. After that, he returned to his first passion, writing. Basically, Time is a rerelease of R.I.P. with an added live disc and funny liner notes by Hell. It’s thrown together and scrappy as hell (pardon the pun, or don’t) but still sounds current and coherent.

Disc one is essentially R.I.P. with some extra tracks: a demo version of “Chinese Rocks” done by the Heartbreakers with Hell singing, a cover of Fats Domino’s “I Live My Life” that sounds almost soulful, a manic version of the MC5’s “I Can Only Give You Everything,” and, from a 1984 New Orleans session, a version of Allen Toussaint’s “Cruel Way To Go Down” (possibly Hell’s best vocal performance to date). Disc two is live stuff from 1977 and ’78 that confirms the Voidoids’ reputation as a great live band. Recorded at London’s Music Machine in ’77 and at NYC’s CBGB in ’78, Hell and his band run through the songs on their debut LP Blank Generation but with a noisy abandon that their official release never displayed.

People still like to squawk that the dual-guitar interplay of Tom Verlaine and Richard Lloyd in Television has seldom been topped. Well, a brief listen to what Robert Quine and Ivan Julian got up to live with the Voidoids puts that overstated myth to rest. Verlaine may have chucked Hell out of Television for being an incompetent bass player (and a junkie, okay), but by doing so, he missed out on working with a collaborator who might have pulled the skull-faced one out of his solipsistic slide into the hall of memories. Context is everything, and Richard Hell got out when his was gone. —

Grade: A-

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FROM MY SEAT

I’ve seen a lot of baseball in my 33 years. I’ve been to seven big-league parks and spent countless hours at Tim McCarver Stadium and AutoZone Park. Less than a month ago — May 21st to be exact — I saw one of the five greatest plays I’ve ever seen live. (And yes, it was so good it’s worth sharing with you several days after the fact.) Happened at the ‘Zone during a game between the Redbirds and the Colorado Springs Sky Sox. The player didn’t dive to make this play. He didn’t leap above the outfield wall to rob his opponent of a home run. He didn’t even have to make a throw on the play. But again, it was one of the five greatest defensive plays I’ve ever seen, and should stay on that list for a long, long time.

In the top of the ninth inning, with one out and Memphis clinging to a 4-3 lead, Jose Rodriguez coaxed the Sky Sox batter into a popup in foul territory, shortly behind and to the right of the first-base bag. Redbirds first baseman Ivan Cruz shuffled into position, raised his glove . . . and dropped the ball. Out two.

How the second out, you ask? Because Stubby Clapp was there to catch the misplay. Hustling over from his second base position, Clapp was a few feet to Cruz’s right as this seemingly routine play developed. He snagged the ball inches before it landed on the grass. It was a play that 99.9 percent of all second basemen — including the 30 regulars in the major leagues — would go through the motions on, take a few steps toward where the ball will fall, maybe shout out “right there!” when he feels his teammate is in the proper position . . . and likely turn away as the misplayed ball reaches the turf. Not Stubby Clapp.

Keep in mind, the bases were empty on this play, the easiest time during a game for a defensive player to go on autopilot. No major repercussions if a foul ball isn’t caught, right? Wrong. That ball isn’t caught, who knows? Instead of Colorado Springs being down to their last out — still trailing and with no one on base — the Sky Sox have at least two swings to tie the game. Considering the lift Clapp’s play gave the entire stadium — particularly those wearing cardinals on their chests — that final out became merely academic.

As I was extolling this play recently, a friend told me that if this was one of the five greatest plays I’ve ever seen, well, I’m easily pleased. Maybe so. I don’t want to take anything away from the brilliance of men like Brooks Robinson and Ozzie Smith. Their athleticism, agility, cunning even, in mastering their positions has made millions of jaws slack. But there remains something to be said for playing the game of baseball a step ahead of the pack . . . not with your feet, but between your ears.

The only other time I’ve seen the kind of play Stubby made that Tuesday night was during the 1980 World Series. If you don’t remember the play, you certainly remember the player. Guy by the name of Rose. On a misplayed foul pop by Phillies catcher Bob Boone, Charlie Hustle was

there to catch the deflection and, not coincidentally, help spur Philadelphia to the world championship.

More recently, the play Yankee shortstop Derek Jeter made in last year’s divisional playoff against the A’s belongs in this category. With New York down two games and clinging to a one-run lead in Oakland, Jeter fielded a misdirected throw from rightfield — in foul territory beyond first base! — and shuffled a toss to home plate in time to nail what would have been the tying run. Yanks go on to win the series and eventually the American League pennant.

In each of these cases, your average ballplayer has no business being where Clapp, Rose, or Jeter wound up. Their play transcends conventional baseball because they are intuitively doing, not what should be done, but what their hearts tell them to do at the moment. It’s all about the moment. Right place, right time. It’s easy to hustle in body . . . very, very difficult to hustle in mind. Pete Rose is a legend. Stubby Clapp is not. Derek Jeter has four World Series rings. Stubby Clapp doesn’t. But as for baseball genes, these three are from the same lineage. Stubby won’t be in Memphis forever. Now in his fourth year as a Redbird, he’s already exceeded the standard Triple-A life span and his recent shoulder separation has him on the shelf. When (if?) he’s back in uniform, go see him play . . . before it’s too late. You don’t have to attend a major-league stadium to see a major-league play.

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tuesday, 18

The Memphis Redbirds take on Edmonton at AutoZone Park tonight and tomorrow afternoon. And Everytime I Die, Bleeding Through, Norma Jean, Last Farewell, and Halfacre Gunroom are at the Map Room.

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WHAT’S EATING TOM?

“I ate like a king in Memphis, which is to say I ate like the King, which is to say I ate like a pig. I started with pig and I ended with pig. Somewhere in between, at KoTo, I paid $24 for seared ahi tuna crusted with Japanese spices but — this being Memphis — it wound up tasting like pig.” — Tom
Junod writing for Esquire.

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monday, 17

Celebrating one of Memphis’ most beloved restaurants, tonight’s La Tourelle 25th Anniversary party features a special menu by Chef Justin Young and former La Tourelle chef Erling Jensen.

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sunday, 16

It’s Latin Night in the M Bar at Melange with tapas specials and live music by Los Cantadores. And the lovely Di Anne Price & Her Boyfriends are at Huey?s Midtown this afternoon, followed tonight by Rockin’ Jake.

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GOING DOWN IN GERMANTOWN

The national tour of Playwright Eve Ensler’s bona fide phenomenon The Vagina Monologues opens at the Germantown Performing Arts Centre on June 25th with Margot Kidder as the star vagina. Although Ensler’s play — and the movement to end violence against women that has grown up around it — is now seven years old and has been produced by over 800 companies worldwide in the past year alone, the surprisingly clinical name still carries a certain amount of shock value. A recent letter to The Commercial Appeal from an angry Germantown woman even declared The Vagina Monologues to be the work of Satan.

“This happens in every town the show goes to,” Ensler says, noting that she’s seen similar reactions in Great Britain as the production has moved from the cities to the provinces. “How can anybody think about the vagina as Satan? What do vaginas most represent? Life. It’s where we come from. I bet those same people [wouldn’t respond negatively] if you put anthrax on the [cover of the newspaper] or nuclear bombs. We’re all so deeply and unconsciously attached to death. I hope people will come see [the play] and not just sit back and pass judgment on it.”

When asked whether or not he had any dealings with Satan while booking The Vagina Monologues, GPAC’s executive producer, Albert Pertalion, replies, “[GPAC’s] not presenting the show. It’s a producer from Indiana who is renting our space. We’re a 501(c) 3 organization and cannot say no to a rental because of the name of the play. We do still live in America. [Besides], Eve Ensler gives most of her proceeds to charity, especially the V-Day Foundation for battered women.”

Not only does Ensler donate proceeds to charity, these national tours actually donate proceeds to local charities within the community they are performing. Proceeds from the GPAC performance will go to benefit the local YWCA.

“We’ve been able to support not only local groups working to stop violence against women but also start a movement,” says Ensler. “Now we have started a movement and have all these women around the world working to stop violence.”


A Stink About Steeds

Police horses are nasty but necessary.

By Tony Jones

While Rickey Peete, head of the Beale Street Merchants Association, has been complaining recently about the parking privileges of horse carriages on Beale, downtown residents, visitors, and workers will tell you another group of steeds — the Memphis Police Department horses — really leave an impression when they’re on patrol.

A trolley driver relates, “I saw one stop and urinate near Gordon Biersch, and people were outside eating! I mean, have you ever seen a horse urinate? It’s not something that’s easy to ignore. Especially while you’re eating.”

Pedestrians can often step in more solid surprises when walking on the mall, given the lack of greenways downtown. The carriage horses wear diaper bags, but the police horses quit using them several years ago, says Charles Cook, MPD deputy chief of special operations.

“When they do their business, we have a car we call,” he explains. “Unlike the carriages, our horses have nothing to balance the bag against. And it can be gruesome after a couple of hours. Remember, when we did have them, they were at nose height. We felt it was better to let it fall to the ground and call our guy to pick it up. It usually takes about 10-15 minutes at the most for them to get there and clean it up.”

The police steeds aren’t downtown every day. “We’re generally detailed in the parks, but they’re indispensable for crowd control,” says Cook. “They can see above vehicles, which is a tremendous help in catching car thieves during events. And they’re amazing at extracting a suspect from a crowd. I don’t know what we’d do without them.”


No Idle Time

Conservancy holds first meeting about Shelby Farms.

By Mary Cashiola

Although Shelby Farms will remain virtually the same for the next year, plans are shaping up for the 4,450-acre tract to become Shelby Park in July.

The Shelby Park Conservancy held its first meeting last week, and its chairman, Ron Terry, says that he is guardedly optimistic at the outset.

“There won’t be any idle time for the conservancy between now and July 1st,” he says. The conservancy must do a variety of things, from working out a plan with the current board of the Agricenter on how to deal with the Agricenter’s assets to putting new payroll systems in place. The Agricenter Commission and the Shelby Farms board will be dissolved in lieu of the conservancy and the Shelby Park Foundation.

The switch had to be approved by the county commission and was contingent upon changing statutes at the state level.

“One of the obstacles we had to overcome was [that] people in the legislature have a lot on their plate right now. It was a matter of asking them to focus on a bill that needs passing,” says Terry.

The bill is expected to pass easily when the state legislature resumes session. Locally, the ordinance has been voted on by the county commission but has not had its final reading, which will make it official.

“I’m more optimistic we’ll get this all together in time,” says Terry.

The conservancy is also in the process of finding a company to design a master plan for the park. The group sent out requests for qualifications a few weeks ago and expects to choose a planner by mid-July.

Any master plan that is proposed will be subject to approval by both the conservancy and the county commission. Even when that vision is approved, it’s going to take time to build Shelby Farms into the park the conservancy dreams about.

“The conservancy of New York’s Central Park has been at it for 20 years; they’re still at it. They took over an old park that was run down and rebuilt it,” says Terry. “I don’t see a lot of change for the whole park in the next year. It’s going to be a year of getting a plan in place to be able to roll this time next year. I really see it as a 20- to 30-year vision.”

With the change looming large on the horizon, many at the park have been concerned about Shelby Farms’ volunteer program as well as what would happen to its paid staff. The staff are currently county employees.

“I imagine the vast majority of the people who work there now will be offered jobs in the conservancy,” says Terry. He also expects the conservancy to put together an effort to recruit even more volunteers than before. Some of the current volunteers were worried the program would be discontinued.

At the meeting, the conservancy approved using the existing procedures for Shelby Farms, the Agricenter, and the Showplace Arena in daily operations. It also put together a meeting schedule and set up committees.