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Season To Savor, Day To Forget

The football Tigers fall to earth with a thud.

by KENNETH NEILL

Sorry, call me a party-pooper. But I just don’t get it.

After decades spent following this star-crossed program, I’ve had it with the all-at-once hype surrounding these 2003 football Tigers. It’s beginning to give whole new meaning to the word “overkill.”

After recording one of the luckier wins in their not-so-storied history last week against Cincinnati, the U of M reverted to traditional form Saturday, shooting itself in the foot with a seven-turnover performance against South Florida. The defense as usual played mightily, but once again special-teams problems and a stuttering offense sank the Tiger ship. So there was deep gloom in the locker room after the embarrassment of this 21-16 defeat at the hands of a mediocre USF team?

Not on your life. In the aftermath, the success-starved local media were more than happy to help Coach Tommy West put his best foot forward. Almost in chorus, the TV reporters, radio commentators, and newspaper columnists chanted: “Yeah, Coach, it was a tough loss, but hey, what a fantastic season, eh? We’re 8-4, and we’re going to a bowl!”

I can’t blame West for agreeing — who doesn’t prefer compliment to criticism? — but excuse me while I barf. You lose a game you should have won by three touchdowns, gift-wrapping it for your opponent and handing it to him on a silver platter, and you get congratulated? I bet even Coach West, a straight-shooter if ever there were one, found it all a tad odd.

Pride of place in the hype sweepstakes must go to our friends at The Commercial Appeal. Never one these days to let facts get in the way of good news, the CA actually made the football Tigers’ loss their lead story on page one, running Geoff Calkins’ column and a monster photo under the banner headline “Season to Savor,” in type-size usually reserved for moon landings and declared victories in faraway wars.

How confusing is this? Just ask my 85-year-old father from Boston, visiting us for the Thanksgiving holidays. When he picked up the paper Sunday morning and glanced at the headlines, he looked at me in puzzled fashion: “Son, I thought you told me they lost the game?”

They did, Dad, they did, but you wouldn’t know it unless you were paying very close attention. I tried explaining to him how many years it had been since Memphis has been to a bowl and how after so many years in the desert, a glass of water looks like Lake Erie to football fans in these parts.

But I still don’t get it. Are we still that desperate in Memphis that we continue to celebrate defeat as moral victory? Frankly, I was surprised to hear Coach West sounding so mellow after the loss to South Florida. Maybe he kept his disappointment under wraps, but I would have thought he was ready to chew the heads off of several individuals on his special-teams units and to take an extra-large bite out of his enigmatic quarterback.

Ah, Danny Wimprine. What can you say about a quarterback who, in his last two horrible games, threw more interceptions (seven) than he did in his previous 10 (six)? In my section of the Liberty Bowl Saturday there were quite a few of us who couldn’t understand why West didn’t give backup quarterback Bobby Robison a chance to run the offense at the beginning of the fourth quarter. Robison looked exceptional in spring practice but has been given little playing time in clutch situations this season. We’ve seen how even the greatest of stars can go down with injury (and Darron Parquet performed manfully in DeAngelo Williams’ absence, all things considered); the end-of-game situation against USF seemed an ideal opportunity for Robison to get some quality reps. And an equally ideal opportunity to send Wimprine the message that he’s getting way too close to a potential pro career to keep making bone-headed passing decisions.

The Tigers will be returning virtually all their offensive starters next season, a dubious prospect after Saturday, perhaps, but making 2004 an exciting season for fans to contemplate, as long as Williams fully recovers from injury and Wimprine figures out how to stop throwing interceptions. The future looks bright, but let’s keep things in perspective. This year has indeed been a success — by U of M football standards. But that’s a bit like saying John Willingham was a more credible mayoral candidate than Prince Mongo.

Decades of football mediocrity do not a measuring stick make. Eight victories are a substantial achievement, but there are places (like Lincoln, Nebraska, this very week) where coaches get fired for going 9-3. Let’s celebrate when we play good football, not because any single number is more magical than another. Let’s celebrate when we go an entire season without beating ourselves.


To the Point

Jason Williams’ play has been key in the Grizzlies’ early success.

by CHRIS HERRINGTON

By avenging their opening-night home loss with a 96-89 win in Boston Monday night, the Memphis Grizzlies improved their season record to 8-8, the first time in franchise history the team has had a .500 record this late in the season. The win also marked the team’s fifth road victory on the young season, a feat not reached last season until March 8th. And the Grizzlies have done this against perhaps the most difficult early schedule in the league.

There are a lot of heroes who have helped spur this surprising early success, but one player in particular whose contribution shouldn’t be forgotten is point guard Jason Williams. His play has been key even though the team has just won two straight games without him.

How exactly have the Grizzlies been so competitive this season? Take a close look at team statistics and a pattern emerges. The Grizzlies are dead last in the NBA in rebounding differential, getting out-boarded by more than five a game. Yet their record stands at 8-8. The team ranks only 19th in field-goal percentage and a horribly disappointing 22nd in three-point shooting, yet they’re fifth in the league in scoring. How do you explain what seems to be a pair of statistical anomalies? Well, the scoring partly has to do with the quick pace at which the team plays (they give up a lot of points too), but the biggest key to the Grizzlies’ effectiveness has been their ability to create shots and scoring opportunities for themselves while denying them to opponents.

So far this season, the Grizzlies are in the league’s top 10 in each of the following statistical categories: assists, steals, turnovers, assist-turnover ratio, and turnover differential. The result is that the team takes more shots (sixth in the league) than it gives up (18th) despite consistently getting out-rebounded. And though opportunistic defense is a big part of that, Williams’ point-guard play has been the catalyst.

Much has been made of how Hubie Brown has reined in Williams’ game over the past year, about how Williams no longer “throws behind-the-back passes into the fourth row,” as lazy national scribes who don’t really watch many Grizzlies games like to put it. And everyone points to Williams’ gaudy assist-turnover ratio (where he leads the league so far this season) as a reflection of this. But that’s a misleading stat, one that too often reflects offensive timidity rather than production.

What makes Williams a special point guard now isn’t just that he doesn’t turn the ball over but that he takes care of the ball without playing conservatively. He still turns on the jets in the open court. He still completes passes most point guards wouldn’t attempt. He still flings the ball behind his back and over his head because those aren’t difficult passes for him. He still pushes the envelope to create opportunities other basketball players can’t see. And, for the Grizzlies to succeed, it’s imperative that he do this.

Without a dominant one-on-one scorer (Pau Gasol can become this, but he clearly isn’t there yet), it’s crucial to have a point guard who can consistently create scoring opportunities for his teammates. That Williams does this while hardly ever turning the ball over might be the most important aspect of the Grizzlies’ success.

You want to see how important Williams is, watch him run a few fast-breaks then watch his backup, Earl Watson, perform that same essential point-guard duty. Williams is supernatural in the open court, with sixth-sense court vision and an arsenal of subtle flourishes, such as his penchant for altering his speed on the break to create the spacing that sets up his teammates for clearer paths to the basket.

Watson, by comparison, while a gritty player and excellent defender, is largely ineffective in the open court. With his more conservative mindset and lesser court vision, he passes up opportunities that Williams seizes. With Watson at the helm, the Grizzlies get fewer fast-break chances and are as likely to convert the attempts they do get into turnovers as made baskets.

This deficiency was made crystal clear against Boston on Monday, when Watson’s mishandling of three consecutive breaks — dribbling too deep into the paint, setting up a streaking James Posey to commit a charging foul rather than convert a layup, and forcing a long pass to a well-covered Gasol –led to turnovers rather than points.

This is why, with Williams sidelined by a back injury, the Grizzlies have been more effective the past two games with swingman Mike Miller at point rather than Watson. Miller shares Williams’ penchant for just-short-of-reckless open-court forays and his flair for finding the open man. Miller has been a revelation at the point, garnering 23 assists in two games, but it’s not a long-term fix. Brown has said he expects Williams back in the lineup sometime in the next week. For the Grizzlies’ sake, Williams’ injury better not linger. They’ve held up well without him so far, but they need him back to have any shot at keeping up this current pace.

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Future Tense

Call them — irresponsible … Call them — unreliable … Throw in — undependable too … Yes, it’s undeniably true — the Congress of the United States makes Bart Simpson look like Averell Harriman.

The grownups have left the building. Good grief, what a horror show.

Thanks to David Chen of The New York Times for catching one little horror that might have gone unnoticed. “Senate Rejects Plea for Extra Year of Filing for 9-11 Awards.” Only 60 percent of the families who suffered losses on 9-11 have so far filed for compensation, presumably because of the notorious confusion and difficulty surrounding the process, with massive amounts of paperwork required. The deadline is December 22nd, and administrators of the Victim Compensation Fund have been scrambling for weeks to encourage families to apply. Language difficulties and in some cases lack of citizenship make it even more complicated and frightening for some.

Senator Frank Lautenberg of New Jersey tried a classic tactic just before adjournment — going to the Senate floor and asking for unanimous consent. Couldn’t get it. Republican leaders opposed.

Here’s an immortal quote from F. James Sensenbrenner Jr. (R-Wisc.), chairman of the House Judiciary Committee: “The chairman views the extension as unnecessary and has concerns that it would provide a disincentive for people to file.” Uh-huh.

And you may be wondering, given the condemnations of the Medicare “reform” bill from both left and right, which side actually won. It’s so fabulous — they both lost. The Wall Street Journal, which is furious about the bill, is right. So is The Nation, and it’s right too! Hooray! A bill so awful absolutely everyone hates it! Yes, it is a huge new entitlement costing $400 billion over 10 years. No, it will not help many senior citizens! It’s the silliest bill you ever saw — it has a hole in the middle of it just like a doughnut, and it will be used to destroy Medicare. It uses taxpayer money to help drug companies and insurance companies and HMOs, all the while running up debt, debt, debt.

And did they win ugly. The Medicare bill went down in the House — it lost. And then the Republicans just held the vote open, for three hours, from 3 a.m. to 6 a.m., until Tom DeLay could bludgeon some sleep-deprived members into changing their votes.

The same morons who wrote this bill also passed, again this year, for the third year in a row, more tax cuts for corporations so that regular people will have to pay more and we have even less money with which to do anything useful. Not that they let that stop them — they were in there just appropriating pork barrel like there’s no tomorrow. Whee, what a giveaway. Santa has nothing on them. All you had to do was be a big special interest donor to the Republican Party, and it was whoopee time at the Capitol. The only bad news for the big corporations is that the Republicans couldn’t get the energy bill, the ultimate Christmas gift for the oil, gas, coal, and nuclear industries, passed. But wait ’til next year.

Ooops, they also failed to meet their most basic responsibility — the $820 billion spending bill is two months overdue. The good news is that when passed, the spending bill will gut gun-control laws and cut money for AIDS in Africa.

At least we’ll never have to listen to Republicans calling Democrats “big-spenders” again. To hell with the gag reflex, the laughter alone will be deafening. What a Never-Neverland they live in, just like Michael Jackson. What’s so maddening is that we have nothing to show for all this spending — our education hasn’t been improved, our health-care system is still falling apart, the air is getting dirtier, and we’re killing the oceans, lakes, and rivers. There’s no planning, no investment, no thought for the future. They’re throwing away the seed corn, and we’re sitting here watching it happen. It’s not just the money they’re throwing away, it’s democratic traditions — bipartisanship, compromise, sound public policy.

Am I exaggerating? I don’t think so — you look at the legislation and tell me. This country is dirtier, poorer, and less fair as a consequence of breathtakingly irresponsible misrule. Twenty-four percent of American workers now make less that $8.70 an hour, and they have effectively lost their right to unionize.

As Harold Meyerson reported in The Washington Post, “When European employers look to the United States, they see roughly the same thing that U.S. employers see when they look to China: millions of low-wage workers who have all but lost the right to organize and a government intent on keeping things the way they are.”

It has been apparent for some time that much of the corporate elite in this country is blinded by greed, not just to long-term interests but to simple honesty. I think the same thing is starting to happen to our political leaders.

Molly Ivins writes for Creators Syndicate and the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.

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Art Art Feature

Art Brewing

The Center City Commission has agreed to lend its support and its voice to ArtBrew. ArtBrew is a local group that has enlisted the aid of the Minneapolis-based development organization Artspace to convert the old Tennessee Brewery into a multi-purpose arts facility, which will include common and gallery spaces, artist-friendly retail, and low-rent housing for artists.

“I’m almost embarrassed to admit this to you,” says Center City Commission president Jeff Sanford, “but until about six months ago, I didn’t know what Artspace or ArtBrew was. A member of my staff came up and said they had been approached by a representative of ArtBrew and they were asking for a grant of $1,000 to cover travel expenses. My immediate response was NO! No way. We’re just not budgeted for such requests. Our dollars are precious, and you can’t just walk in and ask for money for an airplane ticket. Besides, I’m old and cranky.”

But ArtBrew was every bit as tenacious as Sanford was cranky, and eventually the CCC did provide $500 to help bring Chris Velasco, Artspace’s vice president in charge of consulting and new projects, to Memphis.

Unfortunately, Sanford had a previous engagement and he missed the presentation. What did it matter anyway? Revitalizing the brewery, a historic castle-like building constructed in 1890, had been part of the CCC’s strategic redevelopment plan for downtown since 1999. Many developers had presented plans for the brewery. Just as many developers backed out when they realized just how much the renovation would cost, and it was beginning to look like the brewery might never be reclaimed. How likely was it that any group called ArtBrew or Artspace could come up with the estimated $10 million to $15 million it would take to renovate the structure and bring it up to code?

Sanford finally met Velasco when he returned to Memphis in May. Sanford’s doubt faded almost instantly, and he quickly became a believer in Artspace, which is dedicated to creating low-income housing for artists and has completed over a dozen major renovations, with seven more in the works. Artspace projects are designed to be self-sustaining, not to generate revenue. They have often been a catalyst for further urban renewal.

“Once I was in possession of the facts,” Sanford says, “the opinion was favorable. [Artspace] has proven time and time again, in city after city, on project after project that they aren’t just pie-in-the-sky do-gooders. They know what they are doing when it comes to converting long-vacant buildings for new community purposes. And if they take on a project, they agree to find funding for 80 percent of the cost. It’s a deal that sounds almost too good to be true.”

Because it sounds like such a sweetheart deal, some local developers are skeptical. For that very reason the CCC has agreed to foot the whole bill for bringing Velasco back to Memphis once more to discuss the nuts and bolts of renovating a building the size of the brewery with a group of local businesspersons, including potential investors. Velasco is scheduled to return early in January.

“I want him to meet with representatives of the downtown development community,” Sanford says. “It won’t be about painting pretty pictures. It’s going to be about the cold, hard realities of reviving a beautiful but old and deteriorating building like the brewery.”

“A deal isn’t a deal ’til it’s a deal,” Sanford says. “But this is the best chance I’ve seen for renovating the brewery in my five-and-a-half years at the commission. It’s as exciting a project as I can remember.”

Should the meeting go well, ArtBrew will have to raise an initial $500,000 to start the project. Then, if at any time a red flag goes up and it appears that the conversion of the brewery is impossible or that it will cost far more than the projected amount, Artspace shuts down the operation and returns all unused funds to the donors.

Sanford won’t speculate on the role the CCC will play in the future of ArtBrew and the conversion of the Tennessee Brewery but says it’s likely that they will take some kind of financial position through incentives.

Arts Council’s New Web Site

The Greater Memphis Arts Council has unveiled its new Web site at MemphisArtsCouncil.org. The easy-to-use site features information about GMAC, arts news, and information about arts advocacy, as well as grants and services, children’s programming, and educational opportunities. The site’s “arts-finder” provides extensive listings for dance, theater, music, and the visual arts, along with links to related Web sites.

E-mail: davis@memphisflyer.com

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Book Features Books

Nowhere Man

Oracle Night

By Paul Auster

Henry Holt, 243 pp., $23

Let’s get this straight. On January 12, 1982, 34-year-old Sidney Orr felt faint in the 14th Street subway station for no good (or given) reason. Then he fell down a flight of stairs, broke some bones, ruptured some internal organs, and suffered some head injuries, which resulted in neurological problems. Doctors gave Sidney up for dead, but Sidney didn’t die. He returned to his apartment in Brooklyn in May “a lost man, an ill man” who had “trouble telling where [his] body stopped and the rest of the world began.” Walls wavered. Objects dissolved. Sidney was “damaged goods.” But he was on the mend. By mid-September, he was healthy enough to take short walks and better enough to get to work. His wife Grace, a graphic artist for Sidney’s publisher, supported him. His friend the 56-year-old famed novelist John Trause counseled him. Sidney bought a fresh notebook — blue, sturdy, made in Portugal — in a Brooklyn shop called the Paper Palace, which was owned by a Chinese stationer who may or may not have once been a member of Mao’s Red Guard. Sidney went home and got down to business: writing.

Borrowing from the tale told by Sam Spade to Brigid O’Shaughnessy in Dashiell Hammet’s The Maltese Falcon, Sidney writes of a New York editor named Nick Bowen. He’s married to Eva, but he’s entranced by a young woman named Rosa Leightman. Rosa hands Nick a lost manuscript called Oracle Night by her dead novelist grandmother Sylvia Maxwell, Nick has a falling-out with Eva, Nick just misses being clobbered by a falling gargoyle, and Nick decides to abandon his life, gets on the first plane he can find, and meets a 67-year-old, chain-smoking cabbie named Ed Victory in Kansas City. Eva puts a stop to Nick’s credit cards, so Nick takes up with Ed, who has put together what he calls a “Bureau of Historical Preservation” (consisting of decades-old U.S. and European phone books) and installed it beneath an abandoned stockyard. Eva is frantic with worry. Nick leaves phone messages for Rosa. Rosa is frantic with worry. Ed dies on a hospital operating table. And Nick gets locked inside Ed’s bomb shelter. End of story. Never mind the short but equally preposterous story told in that manuscript of Rosa’s. Meanwhile, back to Brooklyn …

One day, Sidney was in his study working away in that notebook, but Grace said he wasn’t when she looked for him. One day, the phone rang, but Sidney said it didn’t, so why answer it? One night, Grace started weeping in a cab for no reason. Another day, Sidney wrote a screenplay idea based on H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine to earn some of the $36,000 he owes in medical bills, but the producers rejected it as too confusing. Another day, Sidney ran into that Chinese guy drunk inside the White Horse Tavern (the Paper Palace closed days after it opened), and the stationer steered Sidney, also drunk, to a sweatshop in Brooklyn, where, in a back room turned brothel, Sidney met the “African Princess” (from Haiti), who gave him a blow job. Then Jacob, John’s 20-year-old lost son, went to a rehab center for heroin addiction, and Sidney visited him. That same afternoon, Sidney discovered the new Manhattan location of the Paper Palace, but the Chinese guy threw him out. Then John gave Sidney a decades-old, unpublished short story of his to serve as the basis for another screenplay, but Sidney lost it on the subway. Then Grace disappeared after finding out she was pregnant, but she returned. Then Sidney and Grace’s apartment got broken into. Then the burglar showed up again, and Grace got clobbered. On September 27, 1982, John, suffering from phlebitis, missed an important doctor’s appointment and died but not before cutting his son out of his will. Then that son got murdered.

Paul Auster’s 11th novel, Oracle Night, expects us to follow and care about a bit of this? Or is caring beside the point when your bigger concerns are cause, effect, reality, illusion, the writing process, authorship, coincidence, premonition, and time? Get lost early in these pages, and you’ll stay lost, as lost as Sidney Orr. But read on. On page 42, you’ll learn from Sidney that, unlike the rich red of blood (“the crimson of a mad artist”), “the other fluids that came out of us were dull in comparison, the palest of squirts. Whitish spittle, milky semen, yellow pee, green-brown mucus. We excreted autumn and winter colors … .”

Seasons’ greetings.

E-mail: gill@memphisflyer.com

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Music Record Reviews

Short Cuts

Indestructible

Rancid

(Hellcat Records)

Rancid’s game plan on Indestructible is misdirection. Pick a track, any track, and everything sounds like you would expect from the world’s greatest trad-punk band. The forcebeat drums snap and crackle along at high velocity, Lars Frederiksen’s guitar rages and blathers as he pins the melody down or chases it around, Matt Freeman’s bass makes funny little asides like Dub Jones, Tim Armstrong’s garbled manifestos slip and squirm through the roar, and the Clash comparisons loom up at high speed like glowing Wal-Mart signs from the highway. Then the tough-guy lyrics take a sharp detour from pose into poetry — “I keep on listenin’ to the great Joe Strummer/Cuz through music, we can live forever,” say, or “I was an atheist, you wore the crucifix/We put our differences to the side” — and the bait-and-switch is complete. It’s punk rock all right — punk rock with a head and a heart! Building on the community aesthetic of Armstrong’s Transplants with a friendlier but uncompromising focus, Rancid melds crazy guitars, real political concerns, and emotion recollected in tranquility better than anyone since the Minutemen.

But unlike the sometimes difficult, goofy Minutemen, Rancid has worked hard to refine pure So-Cal punk rock — loud-fast-rules, guitars set to stun, 19 songs that barely stop for a second’s rest. On Indestructible, the exception to the barrage is the gorgeous, catch-your-breath ballad “Arrested in Shanghai,” which makes a government critique take flight with help from a punk choir that shows up elsewhere and turns joyous winners like “Start Now” and “Back Up Against the Wall” into genuine anthems. Like every Rancid record, Indestructible is a little too long, but the tough optimism and generosity compensate for the occasional moments when the band merely treads water.

They work wonders with their simple, straightforward game plan. They seldom step wrong and never step falsely. They make me want to believe in a warts-and-all subculture that they’re unwilling to romanticize but happy to show off. They also make me want to jump around during at least a dozen tracks. And they prove for the umpteen-millionth time that punk rock can change our lives. —Addison Engelking

Grade: A

It Still Moves

My Morning Jacket

(ATO/RCA)

The third album from Louisville’s My Morning Jacket floats along on a sea of reverb and echo. Although they’re usually labeled an alt-country band, the songs on It Still Moves rarely sound like they originated in Nashville –the band only shifts into full-fledged honky-tonk mode on “Easy Morning Rebel.” Sometimes, as on “Golden,” the band sounds like what might have happened if the Replacements had stayed together and traded in the booze for high-quality Kentucky weed. “Dancefloors,” on the other hand, sounds like the Rolling Stones’ “Loving Cup” as produced by Daniel Lanois. The almost-classical finger-picked guitar that punctuates the album comes to the forefront on “One Big Holiday,” the intro to which mines the unlikely source of the Police’s “Bring On the Night.” The factor that unifies these disparate sounds and influences is the warm production; one can imagine the band messing around onstage in a big, boomy, half-empty dance hall, following the Crazy Horse riffs wherever they lead. The emotional center of the album is “Run Thru,” where a stately, ascending Ragged Glory-style riff builds into a frenzied, fuzz-bass-driven climax.

But the easygoing, meandering atmosphere that is so engaging in the first half of the record bogs down into a muddy mess in the album’s closing tracks. Part of the problem is excessive length; just about everything is in the five-minute range with longer excursions like “I Will Sing You Songs” stretching three minutes’ worth of ideas into 10 minutes. The result is 12 songs that play like a double album. Still, singer-songwriter Jim James’ talent is undeniable, and if you’re in the mood for down-to-earth roots-rock played kind of spacey, you could do a lot worse than It Still Moves. — Chris McCoy

Grade: B

The Civil War

Matmos

(Matador)

Matmos injected the mid-’90s laptop-music quasimovement with enough individuality to alienate electronic purists and win over the “post-rock” underground at the same time. Using such unorthodox sound sources as the amplified brain activity of a crawfish (on their 1997 eponymous debut) and an entire album of liposuction-surgery sounds (2001’s breakthrough A Chance To Cut Is a Chance To Cure) have catapulted Matmos into an unclassifiable realm of electronica, but the thing is, the music often eschews harshness or disorientation in favor of melodic elegance.

Admirable trailblazers in their (left) field, Matmos have outdone themselves with The Civil War. Even those who are generally averse to electronic music stand to get turned on their rockist ears with this one. Finding thematic and sonic influences from both the American Civil War and the English Civil War of the 17th century, the album samples fireworks and uses pre-electricity instrumentation (flutes, acoustic guitar, banjo) in conjunction with a laptop artist’s usual arsenal of beats, swirls, and techie wizardry. There’s myriad activity on each track — no minimalism here — with plenty of little intricacies to ferret out upon each listen. The opening track, “Regicide,” is elating — the perfect pop song hiding behind the perfect weird techno song hiding behind the perfect, er, battle hymn. It only gets better and weirder from there. David Grubbs/Gastr Del Sol fans, take note: Grubbs’ trademark John Faheyesque guitar pluckings are the dominating presence on the epic “Reconstruction.” —Andrew Earles

Grade: A-

All Got Our Runnins

The Streets

(Vice)

All Got Our Runnins, the new EP from Brit-hop artist the Streets (aka Mike Skinner) is an Internet-only release with one instrumental track, three new originals, and four remixes of tracks from his debut, Original Pirate Material. It’s hard not to criticize this kind of offering: At worst, it’s a shameless money-maker designed to milk every last dime out of a hit album; at best, it’s a mere stopgap to please diehards until a follow-up drops.

The remixes fall squarely in the filler category. The Mr. Figit take on “Don’t Mug Yourself” and Ashley Beedle’s Love Bug vocal mix of “Weak Become Heroes” are particularly unimaginative as remixes go. Only the Streets remix of “Let’s Push Things Forward,” featuring Roll Deep and boy of da moment Dizzee Rascal, is worth the price, a glorious mishmash that barely resembles its source material and suggests that Britain might be the next hip-hop hotbed.

The original tracks, however, are what make the release worthwhile, reminding you how revolutionary Skinner’s debut sounded last year. The title track especially showcases Skinner’s gift for street realism: “You know things are bleak when you’re telling the birds you asked out last week that things are busy/When really you got no dough in the piggy.”

But the amazing disparity between the new material and the remixes only makes listeners all the more impatient for Skinner’s follow-up, which is becoming more and more long-awaited.

Stephen Deusner

Grade: B

E-mail: herrington@memphisflyer.com

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Politics Politics Beat Blog

Clock Problem

Time is running out for dissidents who question details of the FedExForum, now entering the final several months of construction in downtown Memphis. So concedes Shelby County Commissioner John Willingham, chief among those who have consistently questioned the contract between local governments and Hoops, the umbrella organization representing the ownership of the NBA’s Memphis Grizzlies and local NBA supporters.

Until recently, Willingham and other arena skeptics held a majority on the commission ready to approve a $50,000 contract with the local engineering/consulting firm of Barnett Naylor/Hanscomb to vet arena arrangements. That consensus vanished after a visit to the commission last week from Public Building Authority executive director Dave Bennett, who apparently convinced several commissioners to hold their fire.

Project consultant John Hilkene is on tap for a special meeting Thursday of Willingham’s Public Service and Tourism committee, and the commissioner was of two minds about the impending visit. “I’ll be pleasantly surprised if he shows up. Their attitude has been, ‘Don’t bother us. We’ve got an arena to build,'” said Willingham, who added, concerning the pending watchdog contract, “If he [Hilkene] doesn’t show up, you can bet your ass the vote will be there to go ahead.”

· On the same day that President Bush told a Las Vegas audience that things were “getting better” for the United States in Iraq, Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist hedged that bet after a Memphis speech last week, responding, “No, it’s as bad as it looks,” when asked if there was “light at the end of the tunnel” in Iraq.

Otherwise, Frist, just concluding two weeks of intense labor in Washington, offered a relatively rosy scenario at an installment of the “Frontline Politics 101” series at the Park Vista Hotel — particularly concerning the final passage of what Frist described as a “bipartisan” Medicare reform bill.

Frist described the enacted measure, which includes subsidies to drug companies that extend prescription benefits to seniors, as superior to the more “bureaucratic, big-government, more costly” version favored by Kennedy and other Democrats. He said the Medicare bill had succeeded in three aims: “It was bipartisan, it is voluntary, and it will transform Medicare.”

Also making a local stop last week was 7th District U.S. Rep. Marsha Blackburn, who toured Iraq recently. Before addressing members of the East Shelby Republican Club last week, Blackburn acknowledged that “the way will be hard” in Iraq but, like Frist, offered her full support to the president’s current policies.

· Spirited races are shaping up next year for two local countywide offices:

General Sessions Court Clerk: The Republican incumbent, Chris Turner, faces one possible GOP challenger, newcomer Charles Fineberg, and certain Democratic opposition. Among the known or likely Democratic challengers: Becky Clark, who served as chief administrator under former clerks Gene Goldsby and John Ford; former broadcast personality Janis Fullilove, who lost a close race to incumbent City Court clerk Thomas Long this year; state senator Roscoe Dixon, who ran unsuccessfully for the office four years ago; and O.C. Pleasant, longtime chairman of the Shelby County Election Commission.

Shelby County Assessor: The Democratic incumbent, Rita Clark, faces opposition from within her own party ranks. Former assessor Michael Hooks Sr., who held the job from 1988 to 1992, is gearing up for a primary challenge to Clark. Republicans include former Lakeland mayor Jim Bomprezzi, real estate appraiser Grady Frisby, who ran for the office four years ago; Bob Kahn, another former aspirant; and John Bogan.

A special case is frequent candidate Jesse Elder Neely, who has drawn petitions to run for both assessor and General Sessions clerk. Neely is certain to be disallowed as a candidate until he pays accumulated fines owed the state Election Registry for past failure to file financial disclosure statements in previous races.

· Several Democratic presidential campaigns have taken root in Shelby County. Local supporters of both Wesley Clark and Howard Dean held meet-ups this week, and there was a similar turnout for John Kerry (whose chief Memphis-area supporter is U.S. Rep. Harold Ford) last week. Both Richard Gephardt and Joe Lieberman also have some prominent local supporters. John Edwards has had a fund-raiser or two in these parts. Even Dennis Kucinich, widely considered an also-ran, is attempting to set up a local organization, having recently sounded out local activist Jay Sparks, who has at least one other iron in the fire, about setting one up. ·

E-mail: baker@memphisflyer.com

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The Central Standards, a folk-rock duo composed of Jeff Capps and Ted Horrell, have been gigging around town for the past year or so, mixing literate originals with a record geek’s panoply of sharp cover tunes (Velvet Underground, Kinks, Stephen Malkmus, etc.). But this week they’ll step out with the release of their solid debut disc, Refrain, a collection of 14 smart, catchy original songs on the folk side of the alt-country vein, music reminiscent of artists such as the Jayhawks and Freedy Johnston.

Recorded at Memphis Soundworks with Posey Hedges and Kevin Cubbins at the controls, Refrain fleshes out the duo’s acoustic-guitar sound with an added rhythm section and a few other instrumental flourishes. The more dynamic backdrop helps flesh out the duo’s sharp collection of downbeat love songs, including standouts like “Still Stay,” “Otis Redding Song,” and “Secrets To Sing.”

The Central Standards will hold three record-release parties for Refrain this week: the first, on Friday, December 5th, at the Full Moon Club above Zinnie’s East, a 21-and-over show that starts at 10 p.m. The duo will follow that show with two appearances the next day — a 3 p.m. set at Cat’s Music in Midtown and an 8 p.m. show at Borders Books & Music. — Chris Herrington

If The Iguanas (and no, I don’t mean Iggy Pop’s first band) are in the house, you know it must be a party. This New Orleans roots/fusion combo has been playing in some form or another since the late ’80s when singer and guitar/accordion player Rod Hodges moved from San Francisco to the Big Easy. The Iguanas are musicians’ musicians and a slightly less-brooding answer to Brave Combo, blending classic R&B grooves with funk, zydeco, tejano, and — yes — polka. Their sound can shift in an instant between sweet, haunting Mexican soul to full-throttle, horn-driven Stax madness. Very few groups can cram so many influences into a single, cohesive sound. Check out “Flame On,” a driving Stax-inspired number vaguely referencing Marvel Comics superhero the Human Torch and you’ll see what I mean. The Iguanas have many Memphis connections. Several members have played with Alex Chilton and Tav Falco’s Panther Burns. Drummer Doug Garrison even played on Charlie Rich’s last recording, Pictures and Paintings. The Iguanas play Automatic Slim’s Tonga Club on Friday, December 5th. At $12, the cover is a little pricey, but the Iguanas are worth a dozen dollars and then some. And speaking of parties

Nobody does it better than Shangri-La Records. There have been a few record shops to come into the market catering to the punk/Memphis-centric/vinyl-lovers crowd since Shangri-La opened its doors in 1989, but none of them has been able to really compete for the hearts and minds of local musicians and audiophiles. Why? There’s Shangri-La’s record label/publishing house for starters. Between their great new-music releases in the ’90s, the CD/documentary/autobiography of beloved bluesman Wilroy Sanders, and the label’s more recent garage-rock anthologies, Shangri-La has become a multigenerational touchstone for Memphis musicians and music lovers. And then there are the parties! When Shangri-La throws a shindig, you know your shins have been thoroughly dug. This year’s Christmas party lineup includes Memphis’ premier instrumental soul group, The Bo-Keys, and Tyler Keith & The Preacher’s Kids. Since I’ve recently spilled quite a bit of ink on the former, let’s forget about the BKs for a minute and concentrate on Tyler Keith. Who could have ever imagined that when Keith left the Neckbones, an amazing semi-local trash-rock band in the spirit of the Oblivians, that his sound could actually get nastier? With more than an occasional nod to ’70s-era New York punk, Keith is almost single-handedly reinventing a style of music called “Southern rock.” That is to say, Keith’s lyrics are decidedly Southern, almost rural at times, but the screaming guitars fly between traditional urban punk, crazed honky tonk, and something a little swampier and lot more dangerous. When Romeo Hood first came out, I ranked it as one of my favorite local records of the year. It has since become one of my favorite local records of all time. Check into what Keith’s doing these days at The Shangri-La Christmas Party on Saturday, December 6th, at the Hi-Tone Café.

Chris Davis

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CITY BEAT

FEES, FEES, AND MORE FEES

We’re doing great, says MLGW.

You can do better, says Mayor Willie Herenton, and you’re not the only one with budget problems.

The city is also in critical need of a sewer rate increase next year and faces a very real probability of a property tax increase of 25 to 35 cents in fiscal year 2006. Depending on how the economy does, the city might even need a 10-cent increase next year (about $2 a month for a $100,000 home). In light of that, Herenton asked MLGW and the Memphis City Council to consider delaying part of the utility’s requested seven-percent rate hike for another year.

The proposed sewer rate increase, the first in 22 years, would raise the average residential sewer bill by $2.17 a month. Rather than present it separately, Herenton put it in context with property taxes and utility fees in a personal presentation to the City Council Tuesday.

It was Herenton’s first specific warning of a property tax hike during his upcoming fourth mayoral term. He apparently decided to lay out all his cards while the council was examining MLGW s budget and getting the public stirred up about their utility bills.

While it may be a monopoly, MLGW would like to be seen as both more compassionate and efficient than those corporate monoliths in the Internet, cable television, and telephone sectors who raise rates whenever they feel like it.

Your hometown utility wants to be your trusted friend.

MLGW took out a full-page newspaper ad and President Herman Morris wrote an opinion column for The Commercial Appeal‘s Sunday editorial page. The average residential customer increase, it was helpfully noted, was projected at $10.35 a month, or 35 cents a day, or less than the cost of a postage stamp.

The mayor, noting a number of service complaints, was not entirely sold nor, according to aides, appreciative of Morris for pressing ahead.

In addition to his comprehensive look at taxes and fees, Herenton presented plans for a call center for city government and its affiliated agencies. FedEx will lend its expertise.

If the mayor gets his way, MLGW will get a rate increase but not all at once. The utility has proposed the seven-percent general rate increase to compensate for increased costs of anti-terrorism measures and the extraordinary costs of the summer wind storm — not all of which have been reimbursed by the federal government.

Political decisions have also raised MLGW’s costs. One year ago City Council members, not wanting to play Scrooge, ordered the utility to defer winter cutoffs and reduce home deposits and reconnection fees to assist cash-strapped customers. MLGW says the measures, coupled with other programs to help the poor, cost $9 million a year.

Two years ago city officials agreed to finance $30 million worth of bonds for the FedEx Forum with MLGW’s annual $2.5 million payment in lieu of taxes from the water division. Otherwise that money could have been used to lower rates or offset costs.

The last time the utility raised its water rates was in 1995. Gas and electricity have been steady since 1993. There were small rate reductions in 1998-2000.

In a letter to council members last week, Herenton said MLGW appears to spend an unnecessary sum on advertising even though it is a monopoly and has invested $30 million in an automated billing system he says has problems.

The call center is in part a response to growing concerns about customer service complaints regarding MLGW that got worse after the July wind storm. Herenton is well attuned to citizen complaints from community and business leaders. Like most Memphians, he lost power himself for days after the storm. The mayor appoints Morris and the five MLGW board members, including the mayor’s pastor, the Rev. James Netters of Mt. Vernon Baptist Church, and his longtime political supporters CME Bishop William Graves and minority business consultant Franketta Guinn; television executive Olin Morris; and businessman L. R. Jalenak.

They oversee an operation with 2,800 employees, nearly 400,000 customers, a $250 million annual operating budget and a $112 million capital improvements budget. Utility financing is a complex entity in itself. MLGW uses 12 percent of TVA s total electrical output. Earlier this year, MLGW struck an agreement to prepurchase $1.5 billion worth of electricity, a move the utility says will save it $15 million a year for 15 years.

All in all, a lot of numbers to digest, but Herenton decided that citizens deserve to see them all at once and prepare for the worst.

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HERENTON TO MLGW: CHANGES ARE COMING

In a blistering critique, Mayor Willie Herenton all but gave MLGW President Herman Morris and five board members their walking papers Tuesday.

The surprise announcement, coupled with an admission that a property tax hike is likely within the next two years, came at an executive committee meeting of the City Council, which is weighing MLGW’s request for a seven-percent rate hike.

Conceding that he does not know the utility’s fiscal situation as well as he knows city finances, Herenton said MLGW needs its first rate increase in eight years.

“I fully support MLGW’s request for additional revenue,” he said.

He suggested, however, that it be phased in over two years, with the increase in gas rates postponed until October of 2004. And he said the question of utility rates was secondary to the city’s overall financial needs and to MLGW’s performance.

He then proceeded to rip MLGW for “costly mistakes in technology,” wasteful construction of a facility on Whitten Road, low morale, bloated salaries and benefits, “self-aggrandizing” advertising, top-heavy executive ranks, and “a number of employees who have bad attitudes” particularly in customer service.

Herenton appointed Morris, an attorney formerly with the NAACP, and the five board members, including his pastor the Rev. James Netters. Their terms have expired but it is not uncommon for board members to continue to serve.

Herenton said his management style is to give subordinates freedom to do their jobs until they mess up.

“I’m into MLGW’s business because there have been some bad decisions,” he said, speaking firmly but without anger or sarcasm to a packed committee room. “We’ve allowed MLGW to operate as an island unto itself.”

He said, in all apparent seriousness, that he intends to nominate “private citizen Willie Herenton” to the boar, triggering a predictable round of “King Willie” outrage on local talk radio stations. He did not mention Morris or any board members by name. Morris was in the committee room and listened carefully but declined to comment afterwards.

Herenton has had a testy relationship with MLGW since he made an aborted proposal to sell it in 1998. Two events apparently set off his critique. First came the devastating wind storm last July and MLGW’s response to it. Herenton said service complaints spilled over into the mayor’s citizen’s service center because callers could not get through to MLGW. More recently there was an MLGW non-response to a letter that Herenton took as something of a snub. The mayor said he informed MLGW officials of his thinking two weeks ago and “they made no attempt to meet with me.”

“I guarantee you in the future MLGW will have management that will not hesitate to meet with the mayor,” he said.

Herenton said council members should consider the proposed utility rate hike in the context of a a sewer fee hike he said is vital and the strong probability of a property tax hike of 25 to 35 cents by 2006.

Council members will decide on the rate hike while Herenton gets to make the calls at MLGW’s board and presidency. The mayor had sharp words for councilman Joe Brown as he got up to leave the room. He reminded councilmen that he had worked with 12 (out of 13) of them as chairman. Brown’s turn is coming next.

“You’ve got one vote, Joe, one vote,” he said. Then, for good measure, “you don’t run nothin’” as he strode out of the room.

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POLITICS

CLOCK PROBLEM

Time is running out for dissidents who question details of the FedEx Forum, now entering the final several months of construction in downtown Memphis. So concedes Shelby County Commissioner John Willingham, chief among those who have consistently questioned the contract between local governments and Hoops, the umbrella organization representing the ownership of the NBA’s Memphis Grizzlies and local NBA supporters.

Until recently, Willingham and other arena skeptics held a majority on the commission ready to approve a $50,000 contract with the local engineering/consulting firm of Barnett Naylor/Hanscomb to vet arena arrangements. That consensus vanished after a visit to the commission last week from Public Building Authority executive director Dave Bennett, who apparently convinced several commissioners to hold their fire.

Project consultant John Hilkene is on tap for a special meeting Thursday of Willingham’s Public Service and Tourism committee, and the commissioner was of two minds about the impending visit. “I’ll be pleasantly surprised if he shows up. Their attitude has been, Ô.Don’t bother us. We’ve got an arena to build,.’” said Willingham, who said, concerning the pending watchdog contract, “If he [Hilkene] doesn’t show up, you can bet your ass the vote will be there to go ahead.”

  • On the same day that President Bush told a Las Vegas audience that things were “getting better” for the United States in Iraq, Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist hedged that bet after a Memphis speech last week, responding, “No, it’s as bad as it looks,” when asked if there was “light at the end of the tunnel” in Iraq.

    Otherwise, Frist , just concluding two weeks of intense labor in Washington, offered a relatively rosy scenario at an installment of the Chamber of Commerce “Frontline Politics 101” series at the Park Vista Hotel Ð particularly concerning the final passage of what Frist described as a “bipartisan” Medicare reform bill.

    Frist described the enacted measure, which includes subsidies to drug ompanies that extend prescription benefits to seniors, as superior to the more “bureaucratic, big-government, more costly” version favored by Kennedy and other Democrats. He said the Medicare bill had succeeded in three aims. “It was bipartisan, it is voluntary, and it will transform Medicare.”

    Also making a local stop last week was 7th District U.S. Rep. Marsha Blackburn, who toured Iraq recently. Before addressing members of the East Shelby Republican Club last week, Blackburn acknowledged that “the way will be hard” in Iraq but, like Frist, offered her full support to the president’s current policies.

  • Spirited races are shaping up next year for two local countywide offices:

    General Sessions Court Clerk: The Republican incumbent, Chris Turner, faces one possible GOP challenger, newcomer Charles Fineberg, and certain Democratic opposition. Among the known or likely Democratic challengers: Becky Clark, who served as chief administrator under former clerks Gene Goldsby and John Ford; former broadcast personality Janis Fullilove , who lost a close race to incumbent City Court Clerk Thomas Long this year; State Senator Roscoe Dixon, who ran unsuccessfully for the office four years ago; and O.C. Pleasant, longtime chairman of the Shelby County Election Commission

    Shelby County Assessor: The Democratic incumbent, Rita Clark, faces opposition from within her own party ranks. Former assessor Michael Hooks, Sr., who held the job from 1988 to 1992, is gearing up for a primary challenge to Clark, while Republicans former Lakeland mayor Jim Bomprezzi , real estate appraiser Grady Frisby, who ran for the office four years ago; Bob Kahn, another former aspirant; and John Bogan.

    A special case is frequent candidate Jesse Elder Neely, who has drawn petitions to run for both assessor and General Sessions clerk. Neely is certain to be disallowed as a candidate until he pays accumulated fines owed the state Election Registry for past failure to file financial disclosure statements in previous races.

  • Several Democratic presidential campaigns have taken root in Shelby County. Local supporters of both Wesley Clark and Howard Dean held meet-ups this week, and there was a similar turnout for John Kerry (whose chief Memphis-area supporter is U.S. Rep. Harold Ford) last week. Both Richard Gephardt and Joe Lieberman also have some prominent local supporters. John Edwards has had a fundraiser or two in these parts. Even Dennis Kucinich, widely considered an also-ran, is attempting to set up a local organization, having recently sounded out local activist Jay Sparks, who has at least one other iron in the fire, about setting one up.