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TWO BIRDS IN THE BUSH…

Are better than one in the hand. No, that s not right. A bird in the bush … aw, to hell with it. Memphis developers started getting nervous when they discovered that Shelby County mayor A.C. Wharton was thinking about a freeze on neighborhood development. After all, new neighborhoods mean new roads, new schools, and new hospitals, all things the strapped-for-cash county just can t afford right now. Memphis developer John Duke told one news station that such a freeze on building would only hurt the county in the long run. And we all know that developers are only concerned with the long-term needs of the community, right?

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sunday, 23

Today s Media Co-op presentation at First Congregational Church in Cooper-Young is a showing of the film Uncovered: The Whole Truth about the Iraq War, which, with all due respect, will likely never be known in our lifetime. Today kicks off the FedEx St. Jude Golf Classic at Southwind, which goes through May 30th. And the relentlessly wonderful Di Anne Price & Her Boyfriends are at Huey s Downtown this afternoon, followed tonight by Joyce Cobb & Cool Heat.

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saturday, 22

And speaking of iconic singer-songwriters, folk legend John Prine is at The Orpheum tonight, along with Memphis own Todd Snider. There s also one more art opening for the weekend, at Clip Joint Gallery for A Show of Hands, work by Judith Dierkes. There s a Corkscrew Wine Tasting this afternoon at the Blue Monkey Downtown, featuring wines from South Africa. And today s African Liberation Day Malcolm X Birthday Celebration event at the Marcus Garvey Institute on S. Parkway features an 8 a.m.-midnight bash of live music, poetry, African food, a fashion show, and more.

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friday, 21

Just a couple of art openings tonight. They are at David Mah Studio for landscape paintings by Matthew Hasty; and at Second Floor Contemporary Gallery for Age at Onset, new work by Patrick Deguira. On stage tonight, it s opening night of the two-night run of Recovery at Crichton College. This play is presented by Alpha Omega Veterans Services, a wonderful organization in Memphis that assists U.S. veterans of war who are facing various challenges. The play, which is about the road to recovery from substance abuse, is a fund-raiser for the organization s new $1.8 million housing complex under construction in Midtown, which will serve mainly to house formerly homeless veterans, most of whom are disabled. Please go show your support, and read Bianca Phillips related article in this issue. DJ Mr. White is in the M Bar at Melange tonight. Showstoppers Southern Culture on the Skids and The Paybacks are at the Hi-Tone. As always, The Chris Scott Band is at Poplar Lounge. And last but certainly not least, tonight s biggest party is Artrageous at United Warehouse in the South Main Arts District, the Greater Memphis Arts Council annual fund-raiser, with, among other things, new art installations, food, and drinks, and live music by maverick, often-controversial, unparalleled, iconic singer-songwriter Steve Earle. Admission, which is a steal for this show, is just $30, and if you don t see another performer this year, don t miss this show.

PREVIOUS (Thursday, May 20)

I know I ve been away from this page for a few weeks and out of the loop, so let me get straight to the point: I want to see George W. Bush naked. I know, as gross as that is and as akin as it is to the desire to eat the bug-infested remains of a decaying dead hedgehog while being head-butted by an angry Rush Limbaugh who s run out of pain pills, I have to confess that it s true. And I want a Democrat and a Republican running on the same ticket for the 2004 presidential election, if not just a woman of any party. Or something like that. I want to see Bush naked, Donald Rumsfeld naked (I m about to throw up, but there s a point here, I hope), Dick Cheney naked, Saddam Hussein naked, Osama bin Laden naked, John Ashcroft naked (hold on; I m really gagging now, but I swear there is a point of some kind forthcoming), and Colin Powell, well, at least in boxer shorts because I think down deep, somewhere inside him, before he got brainwashed into becoming a rhetorical mouthpiece, he was not such a sellout. I want to see them naked and piled on top of each other with bananas and leashes and dogs biting at their genitals and wearing hoods while being forced to stand on one leg with wires attached to them while threatened to be electrocuted, because if that s what we think it takes to get people to tell the truth, then let s have at it. I want to know what went so grossly wrong and want to hear one honest explanation of why we attacked Iraq. I want to know the real reason why all of these men have gotten us into that is causing so much pain in the world. And I want to see them all naked, not only to get them all to finally tell the truth, which none of them have done, but also to finally get them to just whip out their penises and see whose is the biggest so we can just end all this madness being waged in the name of religion, oil, democracy, politics, revenge, power, money, and all of the other things that really don t matter one bit in the great big grand scheme of things. I, for one, have had it. We either have to have a woman for president next term, or we have to have two people in office who can be honest, intelligent, and sensible. Forget political parties. Forget Bush and forget Kerry. If the former is brandishing his claim to fame as the war president and the latter is running ads touting his service as a Vietnam War soldier and now all but recanting his later anti-war activist work, then neither one of them deserves to lead us into the future. But it s not too late. Anyone can step in during that Democratic convention and lay himself or herself out for the vote. So it needs to be a woman maybe Hillary Clinton and maybe not or it needs to be a duel-party partnership between, say, Democrat Joe Biden and (sort of) Republican John McCain, two of the only politicians in the U.S. who can do an interview and actually answer a question without changing the subject and carving their answers down to three or four bumper-sticker catch phrases. So there. Just my ever so humble opinion. And now, here s a brief look at what s going on around town this week. Tonight, South African performer Tsidii Le Loka is at The Orpheum. Third Thursdays: Art After Dark at The Dixon at The Dixon Gallery and Gardens features In the Mix Music and Art that Rocks in conjunction with the 50th Anniversary of Rock N Roll, with live music by The Tennessee Boltsmokers and Memphis music veteran Rob Jungklas, along with a screening of the Memphis music documentary Buy This Record. Tonight s Sunset Atop the Madison Series party on the rooftop of downtown s Madison Hotel features live music by the beautiful and talented Kelly Hurt Trio. And that crazed DJ Ben-Wa is playing tunes at Automatic Slim s tonight.

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thursday, 20

I know I ve been away from this page for a few weeks and out of the loop, so let me get straight to the point: I want to see George W. Bush naked. I know, as gross as that is and as akin as it is to the desire to eat the bug-infested remains of a decaying dead hedgehog while being head-butted by an angry Rush Limbaugh who s run out of pain pills, I have to confess that it s true. And I want a Democrat and a Republican running on the same ticket for the 2004 presidential election, if not just a woman of any party. Or something like that. I want to see Bush naked, Donald Rumsfeld naked (I m about to throw up, but there s a point here, I hope), Dick Cheney naked, Saddam Hussein naked, Osama bin Laden naked, John Ashcroft naked (hold on; I m really gagging now, but I swear there is a point of some kind forthcoming), and Colin Powell, well, at least in boxer shorts because I think down deep, somewhere inside him, before he got brainwashed into becoming a rhetorical mouthpiece, he was not such a sellout. I want to see them naked and piled on top of each other with bananas and leashes and dogs biting at their genitals and wearing hoods while being forced to stand on one leg with wires attached to them while threatened to be electrocuted, because if that s what we think it takes to get people to tell the truth, then let s have at it. I want to know what went so grossly wrong and want to hear one honest explanation of why we attacked Iraq. I want to know the real reason why all of these men have gotten us into that is causing so much pain in the world. And I want to see them all naked, not only to get them all to finally tell the truth, which none of them have done, but also to finally get them to just whip out their penises and see whose is the biggest so we can just end all this madness being waged in the name of religion, oil, democracy, politics, revenge, power, money, and all of the other things that really don t matter one bit in the great big grand scheme of things. I, for one, have had it. We either have to have a woman for president next term, or we have to have two people in office who can be honest, intelligent, and sensible. Forget political parties. Forget Bush and forget Kerry. If the former is brandishing his claim to fame as the war president and the latter is running ads touting his service as a Vietnam War soldier and now all but recanting his later anti-war activist work, then neither one of them deserves to lead us into the future. But it s not too late. Anyone can step in during that Democratic convention and lay himself or herself out for the vote. So it needs to be a woman maybe Hillary Clinton and maybe not or it needs to be a duel-party partnership between, say, Democrat Joe Biden and (sort of) Republican John McCain, two of the only politicians in the U.S. who can do an interview and actually answer a question without changing the subject and carving their answers down to three or four bumper-sticker catch phrases. So there. Just my ever so humble opinion. And now, here s a brief look at what s going on around town this week. Tonight, South African performer Tsidii Le Loka is at The Orpheum. Third Thursdays: Art After Dark at The Dixon at The Dixon Gallery and Gardens features In the Mix Music and Art that Rocks in conjunction with the 50th Anniversary of Rock N Roll, with live music by The Tennessee Boltsmokers and Memphis music veteran Rob Jungklas, along with a screening of the Memphis music documentary Buy This Record. Tonight s Sunset Atop the Madison Series party on the rooftop of downtown s Madison Hotel features live music by the beautiful and talented Kelly Hurt Trio. And that crazed DJ Ben-Wa is playing tunes at Automatic Slim s tonight.

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Main Man

Lt. Gov. John Wilder, the 82-year-old dean of the Tennessee General Assembly and the longtime Speaker of the state Senate, was dishing through a plate of salmon and stir-fried vegetables at the Cumberland Club last Thursday, sitting at a window seat overlooking the state Capitol building and reflecting on some things, both hither and thither, that concern him these days.

They included (in no particular order) his forthcoming race for reelection against Republican opponent Ron Stallings, his relations with other state leaders (notably House Speaker Jimmy Naifeh and Governor Phil Bredesen), the fate of some significant last-minute legislation, the fuss he has kicked up of late concerning his views on such subjects as abortion and affirmative action (“My constituents aren’t going to be bothered,” he said cagily), and the nature of the universe.

On the latter subject, he proclaimed that “the cosmos is eternal,” and dilated on such aspects of it as the oxidation/carbonation process that, paradoxically, underlies both life (as in the act of breathing) and death (as in the corrosion of surfaces). He inveighed against the excesses of environmentalists, pronouncing, “The solution to pollution is dilution,” and ridiculed attempts at creating synthetic fuels when, as he said, “all the fuel we need is already there, and it’s in the ground.”

Wilder is, somewhat famously, a nominal Democrat who prides himself on his bipartisanship (his perennial elections to head the Senate depend on reliable backing from senators in both parties, and he appoints both Democrats and Republicans to head committees). He is distressed therefore to find himself once again, as in 2002, the target of a Republican opponent.

Of course, Wilder will probably be supported, this year as four years ago, by most members of the senate, Republicans as well as Democrats. His problem so far has been the current number one Democrat, Governor Bredesen. As Wilder observed, the governor has acquired an admirable level of public support by enacting Republican policy objectives (serious budget cuts coupled with reforms in such areas as workers’ comp, TennCare, and driver’s licenses) while performing fund-raising favors for Democrats.

“He’s got his favorites,” said Wilder about recipients of Bredesen’s fund-raising favors. “So far,” he added pontedly, “they haven’t included Senator [Steve] Cohen and they haven’t included me.” He has hopes that the latter fact, at least, will change.

™ One Senate Democrat who can almost certainly call on the governor for help is Memphis’ Roscoe Dixon, now a candidate for General Sessions Court clerk. Dixon received a thank-you call from the governor last Thursday, shortly after changing his mind (after abundant lobbying) and casting the decisive votes that allowed the governor’s workers’ comp legislation (opposed by organized labor, trial lawyers, and some key Democrats) to pass its final committee hurdle in the Senate.

™ Doubt that Bredesen is the political man of the hour? Benny Lendermon, president of the Riverfront Development Corporation, last week cited the governor as a character reference of sorts for the RDC’s agenda, which is due for a crucial hearing this week at city council.

According to Lendermon, the governor, while on a visit to Memphis last year, fell to wondering where might be a good place to eat lunch with a good view of the river. Told that the number of restaurant venues was limited, the governor reportedly said, “What! You have an asset like this [the river], and you leave it undeveloped! Unbelievable!”(Or words to that effect.)

The RDC would, in any case, probably have difficulty getting Bredesen to publicly endorse the riverfront project. With politics of his own to deal with, the governor has so far proved loath to get involved in local controversies of any sort.

™ Shelby County Mayor A C Wharton, who proved no political slouch in winning his own 2002 race with ease, is frequently asked to apply his skills to other people’s efforts. Wharton, a native of Lebanon in middle Tennessee, was tapped this week to serve as keynote speaker at a West Tennessee Kerry for President rally in Jackson. ™

Watch Out, Willie!

Two prominent Memphians who are meditating on a city mayor’s race for 2007 are entrepreneur/activist Carol Coletta and city council member Carol Chumney. Both, either directly or through surrogates, have begun to take soundings of possible support.

Through each has other potential sources of support, each is clearly also counting on the gender factor which has propelled so many women, especially judicial candidates, to success in recent years.

Chumney, who has experienced a good deal of difficulty with her council colleagues since taking office, last week revisited the state capitol in Nashville, scene of her 13 years’ service in the state legislature. Members of the city’s African-American clergy report approaches from her about a potential mayor’s race. n

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Well, no apartment is perfect: Officers were called to Roland May 14th after a man told a woman that he worked for her landlord. “The suspect asked [the woman] if they were having any problems with their home and she advised she needed [an] electric stove because she has a gas stove with no gas hookup.” The man asked her for $6 so he could pay for a ride to pick up the stove and told her he would give her a receipt so she could get credit on her rent. Later he came back and asked for another $10 for a range to go with the stove. The woman became suspicious and demanded her $6 back. Her landlord told her the man did not work for her or the company.

Why vodka, whiskey, beer, and crack isn’t a good combo: A woman was brought into The Med in the early morning of May 13th with a gun shot to the knee. She told officers and ER staff that she and her boyfriend were in the bedroom arguing and there just happened to be a shotgun on the bed. She thought he would shoot her, so she reached for the gun and accidentally shot herself in the knee. She also told officers that she had been drinking vodka, beer, and whiskey all day, as well as smoking crack. Then she told them that she was walking down the street carrying the shotgun when it went off, hitting her knee. Then she said she was riding in a car with the shotgun in her lap and it accidentally went off. Officers could not get any more information from her.

Nice work if you can get it: An employee of a liquor store on Waring called police May 13th after a white male came into the store and told them he needed to check their fire extinguishers. “The suspect checked the extinguishers and accepted $20 as payment.” Officers were advised that the man has done this before; in fact, the suspect has been performing this “service” for three years. n

Compiled by Mary Cashiola

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JIMMY LOVES BRIAN

The Fly isn t much of a wres tling fan, but he s addicted to the weekly online wres tling reports from UPN. Here s why: Jimmy Hart comes out with a noise maker and is very happy. You know what I am very excited about? One year of Mem phis Wrestling [on UPN], baby! I am so excited!!!! I went this week to Lansky s to get a new outfit, where Elvis had his suits made, and even Jerry Lawler had his made. [The cameras] show Jimmy Hart at Lansky s, giving the owner of the store a couple of CDs: a Keep on Dancing album by the Gentrys, and Cinnamon Girl. Jimmy Hart hugs the guy and it shows Hart trying on various stuff and a Happy Anniversary from Lanksy Bros. caption. Jimmy Hart then tries to kiss both Corey and Brian.

Now, I don t want to start any rumors, but could it be that Jimmy The Mouth of the South Hart is planning a trip to Massachusetts?

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Crunk

To the Editor:

Regarding the articles on Criminal Manne (“Straight Gangster”) and Hickory Hill (“Hickory Hill or Hickory ‘Hood?”) in the May 13th issue: The fact that “Nobody wants to listen to ‘Stop The Violence’ anymore. Everybody wants to get crunk! They want to hear ‘I’m gonna bust your m–f–king head!,” is the exact reason why rap music has become stagnant, mundane, and boring, and part of the reason why Hickory Hill is now known as Hickory ‘Hood.

Joel Murphy

Memphis


To the Editor:

Your article on Criminal Manne was disappointing. I realize your publication tries to encourage a pluralistic interest in music, but the people who listen to that type of music don’t generally read periodicals. Manne’s interview was nothing more than his base way of displaying naked avarice: “They’ve already got their plates. They’re burping, gaining weight, everything. Now I need to get mine.”

When Manne “gets his” is he going to put any of it in savings? Is he going to try and give something back to his community? Is he going to try and help young people stay out of jail? Probably not.

Manne said, “It’s hard to stay out of jail.” Actually it isn’t. I’ve been a police officer for 10 years, and I know that if someone goes to work, pays their bills, and abides by the law, the chances are fairly slim they’ll be our guest at 201 Poplar. Manne wears his violence and his jail time like a badge of honor. Somewhere along the line, going to jail got glorified instead of being disgraceful. Until people with influence try to dispel the “Criminal Mannes” of this city, the glorification of violence will persist, and young people, even children, will continue to die horribly.

Everyone must do their part to educate. I’m doing mine the best way I know how because, like Manne, I was raised in South Memphis.

Officer Patrick C. Twele

Memphis Police Department

Bob James

To the Editor:

I am writing to thank you for your recent outstanding editorial (May 6th issue) depicting the accomplishments of our founder, Bob James. I had the good fortune of getting to know him over the last year of his life and admired his genuine interest in doing good for our community.

Your description of him as being “ever keen of mind and generous of spirit” is a perfect depiction of this dedicated public servant. The phenomenal success of Crime Stoppers is his lasting legacy for us all. We’ll miss Bob James.

Walter Crews, Executive Director

Crime Stoppers

Memphis

To the Editor:

In the mid-1960s, I was a teenager with a drinking problem. After several arrests for public drunkenness, the Juvenile Court decided to yank me out of high school and either incarcerate me or force me to join the Army. Those were my choices, because in those days counseling and therapy were not readily available.

It was a lot for a 17-year-old to deal with, but fortunately Bob James, who was then working with Juvenile Court authorities, heard about my plight and came to my home to talk to my family and me. Mr. James was a gracious, kind, and empathetic man who saw something worthwhile in me and decided to help. Based solely upon his recommendation to the judge, I was allowed to finish high school and go on with my life.

I will always remember the kindness and compassion Bob James showed to a confused, scared teenager who desperately needed a helping hand.

Randy Norwood

Memphis

A Racist Ruling?

To the Editor:

Regarding the case of Jerry and Louise Baker’s quest for the oldest daughter of Jack and Casey He: The judge’s racist ruling discredits the concept of family and insults Chinese-Americans and the Chinese people. Extending the judge’s logic, we should immediately get all the kids out of China to be raised by good Christian white people. How condescending!

The Bakers should have relinquished the child when she was two. Their agenda was apparent when they chose to prevent the parents from picking her up for a photo. When this child finds out who her real parents are, the suffering will begin for everyone. How sad it is for the child.

Scott Chalgren

Aptos, California

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The Boys of Troy

I was dragged to a Chicago suburb Saturday night to watch an abysmal set of stand-up comics in the basement of a bowling alley. One performer began his set with this: .Anyone see the ads for Troy? Is it just me or does this look like the most expensive gay porno ever made? Or at least like a birthday party an eccentric gay billionaire would throw for himself.. His Troy gag was helpful to me in that it highlighted a challenge of the film and its marketing: its appeal to men. Will Joe Average and Hank Beer want to see a movie about Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom and 50,000 sweaty, muscled, tunic-wearing men . even with a war as its centerpiece? The answer will be seen over the next few weeks when word of mouth reveals Troy to be either an omni-gendered affair or an expensive, almost all-male chick flick.

For those not familiar with the oldest and most enduring story ever told (older than the Bible), or for those who only know Homer as a bumbling, animated family patriarch, Troy goes like this: Trojan princes Hector (Eric Bana) and Paris (Bloom) are on a peace-keeping errand in Sparta. Paris falls for kingly host Menelaus. lovely young bride Helen (Diane Kruger), and he whisks her back to Troy for his own. This starts a war between Troy and most of Greece, and only a great, big, wooden horse and the might of warrior Achilles (Pitt) can infiltrate the impenetrable walls of Troy and avenge the .theft..

Pitt worked out ferociously for months, with four hours a day of intensive body-building and four hours of fight training. Physically, he is everything that Achilles should be: beautiful, god-like, a fighting machine. But the script and direction betray him. Achilles is not a brooding, James Dean, introspective Hamlet-type, which is how he is played by Pitt. Achilles is a hero with a tragic flaw (almost always hubris). The Iliad, like the writings of the ancient Greeks, is not about language or character development. It.s about larger-than-life themes: gods, goddesses, vengeance and might, and fury and fate. With fate behind all decisions, there is almost no need for character because there is no inner struggle. The Greek myths are painted in the broadest of strokes to create the largest of pictures. Twenty-first century audiences require nuance and detail (not that Troy has much of either), and so this story is saddled with a mortality and humanity that saps it of what makes it great in the first place: infinity.

Unfortunately, the disappointment lands on Pitt, who must straddle immortality and death in a role that asks little more of him than pouting . especially when his .cousin. Patroclus is killed, mistaken for Achilles. This would have made more sense if the script acknowledged Patroclus as Achilles. lover. But since that could be a turn-off, we will just have to wonder why Achilles gets so mad when Patroclus dies . just like in the 1958 film version of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof with the threat of homosexuality confusingly excised for mainstream audiences.

Troy has much to prove. Pitt, a superstar and a member of Hollywood.s $20-million club, has only carried a blockbuster once: Seven, and that was nine years ago. Likewise, Troy.s success will have much to say about the leading-man future of Eric Bana, whose supporting performance was the best thing about Ridley Scott.s 2001 Black Hawk Down but who languished as Ang Lee.s 2003 titular Hulk. Pitt will do fine because he.s buff and fights well, and we all know he can act from Seven and Twelve Monkeys, and he should have hits long through Ocean.s Twenty. And it will be some time yet before a romantic comedy or courtroom drama will test Bloom.s mettle. But so long as he.s shooting arrows and buckling swashes in the company of $200 million-grossing Hobbits and pirates, he.s safe. It.s Bana who is the revelation as Hector. His warrior physique and huge, vulnerable eyes mix perfectly for a romantic hero. Hulk, Shmulk. He will survive.

Fortunately, Troy follows the model of all great and not-so-great Hollywood epics by having a multi-national cast with British accents for characters who wouldn.t have spoken English, anchored by the last surviving British theatrical aristocracy. That.s why we get Peter O.Toole as King Priam, who, dusted off, is still the best actor in any scene he is in, despite squandering his legend for a quarter century with poop like Club Paradise and Supergirl.

My advice: Come for the Brad, savor the Bloom, and stay for the Bana. And never, under any circumstances, underestimate O.Toole. n