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DOUBTING A C

The new AC Wharton commercials are up, and so far the Shelby County Public Defender seems to be making the pitch for his mayoral campaign mainly to suburban voters — or at least to white ones.

One ad shows the candidate himself making nice to the county’s outlying municipalities, uttering dithyrambs on the order of, “Getting It Together/To Get the Best Out of All of UsÉ.”

Another has Bill Morris, a former county mayor who always played well in the outlying areas, offering his personal testimonial to Wharton.

This approach leaves the current Memphis mayor, Willie Herenton, cold, it is quite reliably reported, and His Honor also is said to be convinced that white suburban voters won’t be moved this way or that by it., that the number of potential white voters for the African-American Democratic nominee is the same as the number of actual white voters, regardless of the advertising approach taken by Wharton.

On the other hand — or so the mayor’s thinking is summarized, — African-American voters themselves are being taken for granted by the Democratic candidate, and this at a time when the August 1st ballot provides no race beyond the one for mayor itself that might drive a large county vote among blacks or Democrats. Herenton, a Wharton supporter, is said to regard the inner city electorate’s mood as “flat,” and likely to stay that way so long as Wharton declines to attempt to arouse what should be his natural base and maintains an “all-things-to-all-people” posture.

Herenton has made no secret either of his disdain for this approach or of his disappointment that his standing offers to become an active presence in the Wharton campaign have so far been ignored. “A C’s keeping his distance from me and from the Democrats,” is a statement the mayor has made several times of late to intimates.

Contrasting Wharton’s election strategy with his own of 1991, when inner-city voters were disproportionately cultivated, the Memphis mayor has predicted a neck-and-neck outcome in the current race between Wharton and Republican nominee George Flinn.

And he further prophesies that connections will be made between himself and Wharton, his former two-time campaign manager, whether the Democratic nominee likes it or not, and that they will be made by the Republican opposition, which Herenton thinks will do what it can in the last week or two to link the would-be black mayor of the whole county with the existing one of the city.

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wednesday, 10

Richard Johnston at the Flying Saucer and now I have to board mine and get the hell off this planet. As always, I really couldn t care less what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you can finance my new George W. Bush computer, with a colon key that works fine but has no spelling or grammar check, I m sure I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to blow this dive and go see if there s a human waste facility at Shelby Farms yet. And I mean that in a residential way.

T.S.

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TRANSLATION: MEMPHIS

DRIVING (OR PUSHING) THE POINT HOME

As some people are known to say, Karma’s a bitch.

At the very least, as I want not to anger the powers that be any more so than necessary, I’ll say it can be a big fat jerk.

But carma is even worse. This would be the application of the above philosophy of give-and take, or act and be acted upon, as it pertains to the world of the vehicle.

As some of you may remember, I commented last week on the peculiarities of the driving experience here in our beloved city. Perhaps I was a bit harsh. Perhaps I spoke too hastily of the nail biting, the brake stomping, the head swirling need for utmost defensiveness, lest one become mired in a nonsensical and unnecessary pile-up of some kind.

And karma, or carma as I like to say, decided to give me a kick in the bumper.

Damn it.

Not a day after I finished what apparently was a commentary worthy of the wrath of the car gods, it came right back to get me.

Well, fine, perhaps the term wrath might be a tad too strong. But the great car god in the sky flicked me on the ear, at least.

It all started when I made the grave mistake of attempting to return some videos on time. To be sure, this in and of itself was a bit of an aberration, as I’ve never been very adept at observing the big clock that thunders in the heart of the computer system at Blockbuster.

To be truthful I’ve never been a great observer of time at all. If I could get my hands on a time machine, and go back and invest every late fee I’ve ever had to pay into an interest bearing account I’d probably be off on some remote Island in the South Pacific, marvelously unconcerned with time, cars, or late videos for that matter.

It began in elementary school when I insisted on renting fourteen books at a time, and of course refused to return them promptly, well, ever. It’s gone on this way ever since.

But I digress.

I pulled in to the Blockbuster in Union Avenue on a splendid weekday morning, and I was psyched. Marvel of marvels, I was going to beat the clock on this one.

So I pulled in. I waited for the SUV in front of me to finish their business and pull forward. The sun shone in the sky, and I even thought that I might just make it to work on time. I whistled a merry tune. I was proud.

Then Sir Carma reached down and gave the guy in front of me of a marvelous idea. He probably didn’t even know where it came from. A mere agent in the universal plot, I mean plan, he tossed his car in reverse and began backing up out of the clear blue sky.

I attempted to work my horn and throw the car in reverse at the same time, while wondering to myself why I had tempted fate in such a manner. I really should have known better.

Neither feat was all that effective, of course, and within moments my bumper was on the ground, he was out of the car, and I heard a faint laughter coming from the heavens above.

Of course my bumper was sort of hanging off to begin with, on the fabulous car that I call my own, but should probably never talk about again.

So I let the poor fellow drive on, with the hope that maybe, just maybe, the keeper of carma might cut me a little slack. I’m a good person. I swear.

So if you hear this, oh car gods in the heavens, please remember my good deed. Because this means it will come back to me, does it not?

Hopefully in the form of a brand new convertible.

Ok, Ok, I’m pushing it, I know…

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DOUBTING A C

The new AC Wharton commercials are up, and so far the Shelby County Public Defender seems to be making the pitch for his mayoral campaign mainly to suburban voters — or at least to white ones.

One ad shows the candidate himself making nice to the county’s outlying municipalities, uttering dithyrambs on the order of, “Getting It Together/To Get the Best Out of All of Us.”

Another has Bill Morris, a former county mayor who always played well in the outlying areas, offering his personal testimonial to Wharton.

This approach leaves the current Memphis mayor, Willie Herenton, cold, it is quite reliably reported, and His Honor also is said to be convinced that white suburban voters won’t be moved this way or that by it., that the number of potential white voters for the African-American Democratic nominee is the same as the number of actual white voters, regardless of the advertising approach taken by Wharton.

On the other hand — or so the mayor’s thinking is summarized, — African-American voters themselves are being taken for granted by the Democratic candidate, and this at a time when the August 1st ballot provides no race beyond the one for mayor itself that might drive a large county vote among blacks or Democrats. Herenton, a Wharton supporter, is said to regard the inner city electorate’s mood as “flat,” and likely to stay that way so long as Wharton declines to attempt to arouse what should be his natural base and maintains an “all-things-to-all-people” posture.

Herenton has made no secret either of his disdain for this approach or of his disappointment that his standing offers to become an active presence in the Wharton campaign have so far been ignored. “A C’s keeping his distance from me and from the Democrats,” is a statement the mayor has made several times of late to intimates.

Contrasting Wharton’s election strategy with his own of 1991, when inner-city voters were disproportionately cultivated, the Memphis mayor has predicted a neck-and-neck outcome in the current race between Wharton and Republican nominee George Flinn.

And he further prophesies that connections will be made between himself and Wharton, his former two-time campaign manager, whether the Democratic nominee likes it or not, and that they will be made by the Republican opposition, which Herenton thinks will do what it can in the last week or two to link the would-be black mayor of the whole county with the existing one of the city.

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tuesday, 9

If you missed Accidental Mersh at the New Daisy Friday night, they are now playing every Tuesday at Newby s.

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LET’S GET SERIOUS

In light of our patriotic holiday this week and the world-wide terrorist alert with which it coincides, the Fly would like to temporarily suspend his license to poke fun and seriously consider a topic of great controversy: the Pledge of Allegiance. Alarms have been sounded since pledge was deemed unconstitutional because of the phrase under God. Christians, including President George W. Bush, who has claimed that all of our rights as Americans are derived from the Almighty, are outraged by this decision.

In a government of the people, by the people, and for the people, the flag is an abstract representation, not of geographical boundaries or a strict national policy but the collective ideas and actions of all Americans: monotheistic, polytheistic, and willfully heretical. To force, no matter how subtly, religious concepts into the mouths and minds of Americans naturally creates divisiveness, and to even pretend that we are specifically a Christian nation is in total opposition to the precepts of our founding fathers and mothers.

When we pledge our allegiance to the flag, we are pledging allegiance to our Fellow Americans. All of them. That s what makes our nation indivisible and strong. As we are fighting what appears to be an open-ended war against an enemy that cannot be defined as a nation or represent4ed by a flag, and whose greatest strengths may be found in our greatest weaknesses, now is not the time to separate into factions over our religious differences and their ideally nonexistent relationship to government. After all, extreme fundamentalists and the belief that religion equals government define the very nature of our enemy.

Perhaps it s time to put away the idea of pledging allegiance to symbols and instead pledge allegiance to something more concrete, like the constitution. If we recited the Bill of Rights daily, we would all have a better understanding of what it means to be American, and we would prove that allegiance, the close kin of faith, does not have to be blind.

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FROM MY SEAT

STARRY ‘BIRDS

Considering it’s All-Star week — both for the major leagues and our Triple-A boys — and considering our home team has been “celebrating five years of Redbirds baseball,” I felt the time is right to put together the first Redbirds all-time team. (Can four-and-a-half years of baseball qualify as all-time anything?) Hardly the kind of challenge selecting such a club from Yankees or Cardinals history would be. But they’re ours, and I’m a selection committee of one . . . so read on.

  • Catcher: Keith McDonald. Even if he didn’t slam his way into the major league record book by hitting home runs in his first two at bats in July 2000, McDonald would be our backstop without much debate. Second only to Stubby Clapp in games played as a Redbird, McDonald is one of only two players to suit up all five years the club has called Memphis home. A steady influence behind the plate as the Redbirds led the Pacific Coast League in ERA in both 1998 and 2000.

  • First Base: Eduardo Perez. Tony’s son had one of the best offensive seasons of this half-decade in 1999 when he hit .320 with 18 homers and 82 RBIs. He was a key contributor for the 2000 PCL champs, drilling 19 more dingers while hitting .292 and offering fans the brightest smile in AutoZone Park. An all-around decent guy. Happy to see him in St. Louis this season after a year in Japan.

  • Second Base: Stubby Clapp. Who knows if Triple-A operations retire jersey numbers? If any player has ever earned such an honor, it’s this guy. From backflips to headfirst slides, clutch hits to taking an extra base or two, Stubby’s what we’re all looking for when we fork over the price of a ticket. The club’s all-time leader in virtually every offensive category, Clapp’s popularity at the ‘Zone is one of those rare records that won’t be broken, ever.

  • Third Base: Louuuuu Lucca. When I recall the Napoleonic Lucca, I’ll always picture that delightful belly flop he did across home plate as he scored the winning run in Game 4 of the 2000 PCL semifinals. The finishing touch on a miraculous, two-out comeback that opened the door for an eventual championship. What he lacked in height and big-league talent, Lucca more than made up for with flair . . . and facial hair.

  • Shortstop: Adam Kennedy. Straight out of the Alan Trammell school of solid, if unspectacular, middle infielders, Kennedy hit .305 in 1998 then a team-leading .327 in ‘99. His game — both at the plate and in the field — sometimes appeared so smooth you had to wonder if the necessary intensity was there. The Anaheim Angels seemed to feel it was, as they gave up Jim Edmonds to acquire Kennedy before the 2000 campaign.

  • Leftfield: Ernie Young. I’m still looking for an explanation as to why this guy isn’t a major leaguer. He belted a club-record 35 homers and drove in 98 runs for the 2000 ‘Birds before being called into Olympic duty (where he helped the real Yanks win a gold medal). With 90 major league outfield jobs out there (and at least 60 more on the bench), what is Ernie Young missing? Too bad the Cardinals let him go after re-signing him last winter.

  • Centerfield: Joe McEwing. Super Joe. Little Mac. Call him what you will, McEwing is the poster boy for minor-league determination. In 1998 — his seventh season in the bushes — McEwing hit .354 at Double-A Arkansas before his promotion to Memphis where he put up a .334 average on his way to team player-of-the-year honors. After he was traded to the Mets following a 1999 season as the Cardinals’ regular second baseman, St. Louis skipper Tony LaRussa asked to have McEwing’s spikes . . . as the memento of a player who plays the game the way it’s meant to be played.

  • Rightfield: Albert Pujols. You say he only played three regular-season games for Memphis? Pujols merits a spot on this team for his 2000 postseason alone. He started the Game 4, season saving rally in the semis against Albuquerque. And, of course, he drilled the 13th-inning, opposite-field tater that won the PCL championship for the Redbirds in AutoZone Park’s inaugural season. And hey, if you were lucky enough to see him in a Memphis uniform . . . you’ll be bragging about it someday at Cooperstown.

  • Pitcher: Rick Ankiel. Larry Luebbers won more games. So did Bud Smith. But it will be a long time before a hurler delivers the electricity this phenom did as a 19-year-old call-up from Double-A Arkansas in 1999. He struck out 13 Tucson Sidewinders in six innings, 14 Iowa Cubs in another six. Here’s hoping the baseball gods repair whatever went wrong with “the Can’t Miss Kid’s” pitching circuitry.

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    NORRIS READS THE ANGLES

    On the last day of the 2002 regular session of the Tennessee General Assembly, first-term state Senator Mark Norris of Collierville made a decision that confounded some observers but made perfect sense to the senator himself.

    Having struggled in vain for several weeks to get floor consideration in either the Senate or the House for his bill calling a constitutional convention on taxation, he was surprised at what he was hearing late on the morning of the 4th of July from his House co-sponsor, Rep. Dewayne Bunch, a Cleveland Republican.

    Bunch explained that their convention bill had been approved overwhelmingly in the House that morning and that the opportunity existed to pass the measure if Norris, who had given up and already taken the bill off notice, could find some last-minute parliamentary means to reactivite it in the Senate. It was not impossible.

    Almost as soon as his initial surprise wore off, however, Norris thought he saw what was up and told Bunch he had no intention of arranging a Senate vote on the measure. “It’s an income tax bill now,” he told his co-sponsor, and he would explain that to anyone else who asked about the seemingly revived convention call.

    The two representatives who had pushed the bill on the House floor that morning, neither of whom was running for reelection to the House, were Germantown Republican Larry Scroggs and Democrat Bobby Sands of Columbia. Scroggs, who had been defeated by Dr. George Flinn in the GOP primary for Shelby County mayor, had no discernible ulterior motives; frustrated by the long legislative impasse over tax questions, he simply argued it was time for the state to rethink the matter. Sands, however, had been an income-tax supporter — courageously so in that his current state Senate bid would probably suffer as a result — and his advocacy of the convention call was interpreted by others besides Norris as an effort to revive the prospects of an income tax by another means.

    Speaker Naifeh would acknowledge later on in his post-session press conference that a constitutional-convention call was probably the best remaining hope for supporters of an income tax, since for a variety of reasons, mainly those of foreseeable turnover, the next General Assembly would be disinclined to confront the volatile issue again.

    The sudden turnabout was not without irony, since it was clear that Norris and other original supporters of the convention-call bill had intended it as a way of staving off income-tax legislation, not of enabling it.

    In any case, though a convention call was approved in the House by a 75-11 vote, it became the proverbial sleeping dog in the Senate, where its tender, Norris, resolved firmly to let it lie as a permanently tabled measure, not to be recalled.

    Thus did Mark Norris avoid what he saw as a trap and maintain his preferred anti-tax posture as one of the prime contenders in the Republican primary for the 7th District congressional seat being vacated by U.S. Senate candidate Ed Bryant.

    In particular, Norris would be able to stay even on the legislative scoreboard with the candidate whom many now see as his most formidable opponent, fellow state Senator Marsha Blackburn, an arch-conservative from the posh Nashville suburb of Brentwood.

    Blackburn is famous as the legislator who fired off emergency emails from the Senate floor a year ago to Nashville radio talk-show hosts Steve Gill and Phil Valentine, which worthies promptly incited crowds of protesters to come to the state Capitol grounds, where they became unruly and thrwarted consideration of an income-tax bill.

    To Capitol insiders, Blackburn is also well known as a dependable No vote on any measure having to do with taxes or expenditures. What is not so well known is that Norris, who publicly deplored what he called the “mob” of a year ago and accused Blackburn of “yelling fire in a crowded theater,” has a voting record which matches his rival’s in almost every particular.

    In point of fact, if there is any legislator who can be said to be to the right of Marsha Blackburn on tax-and-spending measures, it is Mark Norris and Mark Norris alone. Though he voted against the final bare-bones appropriations bill of a year ago (along with such eminent income-tax advocates as Lebanon Democrat Bob Rochelle), Norris proclaimed that he did so because too much money (especially in one-time-only tobacco-settlement funds) had been appropriated, not too little! It was a singular position; Blackburn, like most of the Assembly’s income-tax opponents, had voted to approve the no-new-taxes budget.

    The essential difference between Norris and Blackburn as politicians, however, is to be found not so much in policy differences, which are minimal, but in their radically different styles. Blackburn is proud of her reputation as an uncomplicated obstructionist and dedicated foe of liberalism; in the state Senate, as on the Shelby County Commission before that, Norris prefers to be seen as a studious sort who is both accommodating and reasonable — even, or perhaps especially, with colleagues of the other party or the opposite persuasion. He rarely, however, deviates from his highly conservative base positions.

    Of course, Norris and Blackburn are by no means alone among the 7th District Republican candidates in their advocacy of a tightly restricted, minimally funded and empowered government. The rest of the field — which includes Memphis lawyer David Kustoff, who directed George Bush‘s successful campaign in Tennessee in 2000 and Nashville laywer Forrest Shoaf — is more or less like-minded.

    None is more so than another candidate, Memphis city councilman Brent Taylor, who seems to have determined that Norris is a major obstacle to his own election hopes and accordingly has unloosed a series of blasts at the Collierville senator in recent weeks.

    Most recent was a Taylor mailout last week which virtually depicted Norris as a Mad Taxer. Alongside a column which uses Taylor’s council voting record and quotes from him to establish a rigidly anti-tax posture, the mailout juxtaposes apparent facts and quotes which suggest the opposite about Norris.

    It is a tactic much like that which Flinn used against Scroggs so successfully in the GOP mayor primary of two months ago; what makes Taylor’s mailout especially interesting is that the “evidence” he amasses against Norris can just as easily be seen as making a case for Norris’ cleverness in concealing his real, quite conservative motives.

    As two examples, Taylor cites a Norris vote for a property tax increase while on the commission; Norris maintains that his vote was for the lesser of two proposed increases and that he jumped off the bus in any case before the third reading of the ordinance; Taylor notes Norris’ “pairing”with tax proponent Rochelle in last year’s eleventh-hour legislative negotiations but does not explore the very real possibility that Norris was there to block the Lebanon Democrat’s designs.

    Those familiar with Norris’ M.O. recognize in these and the other examples cited in Taylor’s mailout an artful dissembler and tactician, not the unwitting dupe or guileful hypocrite he is portrayed as.

    But Taylor’s mailout is shrewd in the same way that Flinn’s was, and Norris knows how that story came out. If any of Taylor’s case against Norris should end up sticking, it will underline the essential irony of the Collierville senator’s predicament.

    Considering how skillful this artful diplomat is in seeming to his actual ideological opponents be one thing while actually being another, it would be a weird kind of poetic justice if an ideological first cousin like Taylor could manage to seal him up in his own disguise.

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    monday, 8

    Luther Wright & The Wrongs and Old Man Johnson & The Cooter River Jass Band are at the Hi-Tone tonight.

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    MORE THAN A BLIP

    And the Surrounding Mountains

    Radar Brothers

    (Merge)

    In writing about the Radar Brothers, the biggest challenge, one that I am about to muff splendidly in this very sentence, is to avoid comparing them to Pink Floyd. But to deny the inflatable pig that hovers in your consciousness as you listen to And the Surrounding Mountains would be knavish. Now I know that “progressive rock” has gained a little credibility in the last couple of years, but no one, not even the proggiest of proglodytes, lauds poor Floyd. In fact, it is hard to understate the achievement of the Radar Brothers: They are an extremely listenable, inspirational, and, most of all, guilt-free updating of Pink Floyd. Gone are the Orwellian harangues, the study-hall antiestablishmentarianism, and the bloated arrangements. And I’m not even going to mention the dismal dregs that were Floyd’s releases in the late ’80s and early ’90s — The Division Bell and The Delicate Sound of Phoning It In. The Radar Brothers’ And the Surrounding Mountains retains the mournful majesty, the spacebound introspection, and those amazing songs that imperceptibly swell with grandeur.

    It’s been three years since the Radar Brothers’ last album, The Singing Hatchet, and the most obvious improvement has been in the production, all of which was overseen by lead brother Jim Putnam in his renovated home studio. The amount of time put into this endeavor is easy to discern. And the Surrounding Mountains is an incredibly lush recording; its sonic strata recall the neutral-hued layers of the desertscapes that adorn the front cover. With song titles populated by so many family members — “You and the Father,” “Sisters,” “Uncles,” and “Mothers” — the album has the mood of a trip home for the holidays — only without the esophagus-clogging shame and self-loathing.

    The Radar Brothers, due to their somnambulatory gait, also get lumped in with bands like Low and Codeine in the unfortunately titled “slowcore” genre. I prefer the term used by the Radar Brothers themselves — “sophisticated minimalism.” Imagine if Neil Young’s Crazy Horse got all sophisticatedly minimal and sent all of their chunky riffs to a rich-kid fat camp to slim down. Well, for one thing, they’d have to change their name to Fancy White Pony or something, but they would also sound a little like the Radar Brothers. —

    Grade: A