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“We Scare Because We Care”

Matt Boeving is walking down a dark, unfamiliar hallway. He reaches a corner, stops, then slowly peeks around.

If this were a horror film, this is the part where Boeving would get stabbed in the face. But tonight, in Bartlett at the Nightmarez … Stage Fright haunted house, he emerges intact, if a bit shaken. Now he and his friends stand huddled in the building’s parking lot excitedly comparing notes: Were you scared? What did you think was the best part? Was that your big, hairy arm that grabbed me?

“We scare because we care,” explains Patrick French, who created Nightmarez, along with Lin Workman and Todd Patton, five years ago to raise money for local charities. This year’s proceeds — around $20,000 — will go to Youth Villages, the Bartlett Area Chamber of Commerce, and the Bartlett fire and police departments.

Putting on Nightmarez, which runs through Halloween, is a big endeavor. Up to 20 volunteers have to be prepared to scare. Building and electrical permits have to be obtained, and fire-code inspections must be passed. In addition, French, Workman, and Patton visit horror-themed attractions in other cities and attend HauntCon to keep up with the latest, most horrific trends.

“Our rule of thumb is, if it scares us, that’s something we want to do,” French says.

Visitors enter the “Vortex,” an equilibrium-destroying walkway involving a spinning tube and glowing 3D artwork. They then make their way through dark passages that are dotted with “boo holes,” little windows from which the volunteers — “scaregivers,” as they’re known — unexpectedly shriek or do whatever it takes to scare the bejesus out of their guests. There are themed rooms with crazy clowns, crazy doctors, and crazy toilets. Perhaps the most terrifying is the room where there is nothing at all, and those who’ve paid $10 to be startled from all directions are left enclosed in a space with no light and no sound. The anticipation is excruciating.

Every day before the doors open, French goes through Nightmarez and makes repairs. People run into the walls. They drop on their knees and crawl or scream that they’re about to vomit. This sort of mayhem indicates to French that the job is being done right, but he still has to field one frequent question.

“If I had a dollar for every time somebody asked me, ‘Is this scary?'” he says, “I wouldn’t need to produce this thing.”

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No Taxation Location?

They say the real estate market often comes down to three little words: location, location, location.

Last week, Emdeon, the company formerly known as WebMD, was granted a four-year tax freeze by the Industrial Development Board of Memphis and Shelby County.

As part of the payment-in-lieu-of-taxes (PILOT) program, the company would get a roughly $60,000 tax break in exchange for creating 25 new jobs. Employees’ median salary would be $40,000.

“We need a second redundant data center that would allow us to expand and consolidate,” said Lara Kuhlman, director of real estate and facility management and the company’s representative at last week’s hearing. “We already have one in Nashville that is considered our primary data center.”

The data centers process medical transactions between insurance companies and health providers. Kuhlman said Memphis was always on the company’s short list for the secondary center.

“We looked at cities within a five-hour radius of Nashville,” she said. “We looked at Birmingham, Louisville, and, of course, Atlanta.”

Kuhlman said the area’s location was the deciding factor, but, financially speaking, it would seem Emdeon got to the Bluff City in the nick of time.

Earlier this week, a City Council committee asked chief financial officer Robert Lipscomb to look at possible changes to the PILOT program, including a monetary cap. The city and county office of planning and development expects the results of an external PILOT study within the next three weeks, including an assessment of peer cities and several PILOT-ed companies to see if they brought the jobs they said they would.

In part, the city’s new industry-wary attitude resembles that of the county. Last month, in an attempt to stop and study sprawl, the County Commission approved a six-month moratorium on development in unincorporated Shelby County.

“We do want to encourage growth,” said councilmember TaJuan Stout Mitchell, “but we want it to be planned growth.” Mitchell was talking about the PILOT program, but she could just as easily have been talking about county sprawl.

Both issues rest on sort of a land grab: In unincorporated Shelby County, developers have capitalized on the lack of city taxes, forcing the county to provide services it cannot afford; under the PILOT program, corporations are lured to the area with large tax breaks, which local government can scarcely afford.

So is it location, location, location or no taxes, no taxes, no taxes?

PILOTs might be a saving grace for this area. The program was used to lure International Paper’s headquarters to Memphis from Connecticut and might be the only thing keeping some industries from moving to Southaven. The bottom line is that we know we’re making a lot of concessions to get businesses to locate here, but at what overall cost?

In reviewing the PILOT program, council members want to look at the type of jobs the businesses are providing, if they are paying workers a living wage, and what kind of accountability measures are in place

Budget committee chair Mitchell suggested that corporations would never do business the way the city does. “I’m supportive of PILOTs, but I’m supportive of well-managed PILOT programs, and we don’t have that now,” she said.

With the amount of money at stake, the program deserves the scrutiny. At an earlier meeting, Councilman E.C. Jones suggested making PILOT applicants come before the council.

The council is responsible for approving the city’s budget — and raising taxes if revenues fall short. Shouldn’t they have some say? And really, if temporary street closures have to come before the council, shouldn’t International Paper’s 15-year, $15 million tax freeze?

“We’ve created government outside of government,” said Councilman Joe Brown. “We’ve lost control. … We’re not receiving the jobs we should be receiving.”

So, just what are we getting in return? No offense to Emdeon — or any other company with a PILOT — but 25 $40,000-a-year jobs just isn’t enough to sell me.

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Fly On The Wall

The O.C.

And no, for once in a very great while, this post has nothing to do with a certain medical examiner who was wrapped in barbed wire and tied to a bomb. It’s much, much worse. According to E! online, The O.C. star Peter Gallagher is recording a CD of Memphis soul for Epic. The deal was struck shortly after the actor crooned a Solomon Burke song on the show last season and impressed the heck out of the wife of a record executive. Although we know Mr. Gallagher is a talented man, and a skillful vocalist, it might be a good time to remind the popular actor of three things: Bruce Willis, Billy Bob Thornton, and Steven Seagal. I would include the name David Hasselhoff, but we understand he’s big in Germany.

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Hey, Mr. VJ

When Adonis Thompson attended a local modeling convention in January, he had no idea that six months later, he’d be a VJ for Fuse, a popular cable music channel.

In July, Thompson, 24, won “Ultimate Fuse Gig: The VJ Search,” a reality-show-style contest where viewers voted for their favorite of seven finalists in a VJ competition. Now he’s co-hosting a show called Videomaniac with VJ Marianela Pereyra.

Thompson attended the convention in hopes of pursuing a modeling career. He was named one of the 50 Hottest Bachelors in a Cosmopolitan magazine write-in contest in 2004 and was hoping to take his newfound modeling career a step further.

“I thought, hey, I did it once. Why not just run with the wind and see how far it takes you?” Thompson said.

But he got more than he’d bargained for. At the convention, he was pulled aside by a talent scout from Fuse. The scout asked Thompson to give a short audition, but he wouldn’t reveal why. The next day, Thompson got a phone call asking him to send in a taped audition. After he sent the tape, he was informed that it was for the Fuse contest.

“Once I found that out, I knew that’s what I wanted to do,” he said. “I went to school for TV and I love music. Everywhere I am, there’s music playing. You put those two together and that’s the perfect match.”

Thompson said he began practicing his VJ skills daily in front of the mirror, using a hairbrush as his microphone.

Once the show’s producers narrowed the finalists down to seven, Thompson flew to New York. Throughout the competition, VJs introduced videos and viewers voted for their favorites.

Thompson originally hails from Pine Bluff, Arkansas, and moved to Memphis after attending Arkansas State University in Jonesboro. He said moving to New York was a big shock after living in the Mid-South.

“Nothing can prepare you for New York,” he said. “Down South, we do things in slow motion, and you enjoy life a lot more. Up here, it’s like a rat race, and you either adjust or you fall behind. I think I’ve adjusted pretty well, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

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The Cheat Sheet

1. The Avenue Carriage Crossing in Collierville opened last week, the largest retail center in Tennessee. Developers and reporters took pains to describe the collection of stores as “open air” where customers “are allowed to park near the store of their choice.” Before the world of malls, we can vaguely remember places like this. We called them “shopping centers.”

2. Two women described in court as “very large” were convicted of the armed robbery of several local clothing stores, snatching money and “plus-size” items. One of the culprits allegedly wore a lime-green pantsuit during one crime, which witnesses found hard to forget. The prosecution clinched the case by showing jurors an identical pantsuit taken from the home of one of the women, who claimed in her defense, “I would not rob somebody in a large green outfit.” No, and you shouldn’t even be wearing it, either.

3. A federal judge says the Love in Action cannot treat patients who are taking medication for mental illness. The group claims that, through counseling and other means, it can turn gay people straight. Well, if they can do that, why can’t they fix the other things that are supposedly so “wrong” with them?

4. The Central Library is being renamed the Benjamin L. Hooks Central Library this week. Hooks is a former executive director of the national NAACP and the first black member of the Federal Communications Commission, so he deserves the honor. And it’s not a moment too soon. With Janet Hooks resigning from the City Council and Michael Hooks Jr. resigning from the school board and Michael Hooks Sr. under federal indictment, the library might soon be the only government building with a Hooks connection.

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Wine For Breakfast?

I see Sunday brunch as one those slothful, decadent meals reserved for hangovers or when someone else is paying. Especially cool are the restaurants that keep the sparkling wine flowing, which cures the hangover and magnifies the excess. Most of the time, you’re pushing back from the table 10 pounds heavier, with eggs, pancakes, and those fantastic butt-burgeoning breakfast meats all gurgling in your tummy.

But what most folks don’t know is that wine at lunchtime can not only soothe an aching head but improve the flavor of the food. You might call it the Breakfast of Champions or maybe the Hair of the Dog — breakfast and wine can and do go well together. But maybe not the wines you think.

Our test meal was elaborate, covering the major food groups — protein, fat, carbs, and sugar: scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and cream cheese; Jimmy Dean original sausage and eggs; homemade pancakes slathered with syrup by Aunt Jemima; buttery croissants; mayo-laden, relish-free deviled eggs; gooey ham and cheddar-cheese omelets; and fantastic sweet-sour blueberry muffins. The wine lineup: dry California sparkling wine, New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, dry Pinot Gris, sweet Italian Moscato d’Asti, French Vouvray, German Spatlese Riesling, an earthy California Pinot Noir, fruity California Merlot, and a dry California Zinfandel.

The common match with brunch grub is sparkling wine, but at this tasting, it fell flat on its face like a freshman at his first kegger. The wine alone tasted great, but the salmon tried to make friends and pretty much rejected it. Only the blueberry muffin, which turned out to be the cool kid that fits in with every other wine, tolerated its sparkling companion.

All the red wines were completely disgusting with breakfast as well. The savory, marbled sausage improved the rather bland, cheap Merlot, but that’s about all the reds accomplished. The muffin couldn’t even rise to the occasion. The dry whites, Sauvignon Blanc and Pinot Gris, found decent homes with the sausage and croissant, cutting through the acidity with the butter and fat. But I wouldn’t call them great breakfast wines.

The sweet spot was the sweet wines. Normally, sugars in food and the sugars in wine neutralize one another. As such, a dessert can transform a rich, sweet wine into a nearly dry and fruity experience. The pancakes and blueberry muffin found a home with the Moscato. Similarly, opposites can attract. Vouvray, a sweeter Chenin Blanc from France, transformed into a crisp creature with the smoky fat and salt in the pork products.

The overall winner came in the form of German Riesling, the king of all food wines. No matter what the dish — well, the deviled eggs just never found a mate anywhere — the Riesling pulled it out. With its low acidity, relatively low alcohol content, and high fruit factor, the king created a fan club much like the King himself.

Other options at brunchtime: Asti Spumante, extra dry (slightly sweeter than brut) sparkling wine, and any other German Riesling style. Don’t be afraid of the slightly sweet stuff … it loves brunch.

Recommended Wines

Schloss Vollrads 2003 Spatlese Riesling Rheingau (Germany) — Absolutely deliciously ripe with peaches, nectarines, red apples, and a minerally, slate flavor on the finish. Lightly sweet alone but pair it with food and that sugar melts into a rich, crisp wine. $19

Domaine Carneros by Taittinger 2001 Brut Cuvée (California) — Crisp lemon, fragrant honeydew melon, toasted pine nuts, and creamy vanilla come together in a sparkling wine worth your taste buds. Try it without eggs. $25

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Casanova’s Comeuppance

El Crimen Perfecto is the first film from Spanish director Alex de la Iglesia to get any significant distribution in the U.S. and the first I’ve seen, but the combination of this sharp, odd black comedy and a little research on de la Iglesia’s filmography has the director on my search list.

De la Iglesia’s first feature, in 1993, was called Mutant Action, a sci-fi adventure that sounds like some kind of gonzo mix of Freaks and X-Men and the Japanese cult-classic Battle Royale. It concerns a band of “freaks” — a hunchback, conjoined twins, a deaf-mute — who carry out terrorist missions against attractive celebrities and other representations of the culture of beauty. In one scene, apparently, the band of misfits storms the set of a TV exercise show, mowing down the aerobicizing hardbodies and hoisting a “MUTANT ACTION” banner for the TV audience. Now that’s entertainment!

El Crimen Perfecto isn’t quite as crazed as that, but it boasts the same absurdist zeal and is equally bent on satirizing contemporary consumer culture.

The film stars Guillermo Toledo as Rafael, a comically suave and carefree sales clerk at a Madrid department store. The film’s credit sequence pans across Rafael’s apartment, gazing over a gaggle of opened liquor bottles and a naked beauty sprawled across his bed, en route to the bathroom, where Rafael steps out of the shower to explain, “I’m just an elegant man who wants to live in an elegant world. Is that asking too much?”

On his walk to work, Rafael demonstrates his self-centered joie de vivre by casually shoplifting a newspaper from a corner newsstand and sweeping up a random woman for some deep kissing. And, at work, in the department store that is his “Pagan temple,” Rafael indulges his two great passions — selling things to women, like the middle-aged shopper he flatters into an expensive fur coat, and bedding them, like the series of outrageously gorgeous clerks he coaxes into after-hours sexcapades in the store’s dressing rooms and furniture department.

As the movie opens, Rafael is engaged in a bitter sales battle with his toupeed, wallflower nemesis Don Antonio (Luis Varela), with the winner to receive a coveted “floor manager” job, a position which would make Rafael’s flings much easier to negotiate. Don Antonio is ahead going into the final day, but Rafael’s triumphant, last-minute fur-coat sale puts him over the top and secures him the promotion. Or so he thinks.

The check for the coat bounces, giving the sales-contest victory — and the floor manager job — to Don Antonio. And Rafael cruelly berates the customer when she comes in to apologize. It’s here that El Crimen Perfecto conspires to give the smug Rafael his comeuppance.

Rafael and Don Antonio scuffle in a dressing room. Don Antonio ends up dead. And Rafael’s attempt to cover up the potential crime lands him in the clutches of the store’s one homely female clerk, Lourdes (Monica Cervera).

Cervera is a perfectly normal-looking woman, but the contrast between her and the other supermodel-worthy female clerks and her exaggerated performance (bug eyes, Bride of Frankenstein frizz, neurotic, obsessive smile) lend Cervera a cartoonish edge. It’s at this point that the film morphs into a black comedy, with echoes of Alfred Hitchcock, Luis Bunuel, and ’40s film noir. Cervera’s bravely uncomfortable and unflattering performance reminds me of one of the classic noir femme fatales: the oh-so-appropriately named Ann Savage in the brilliant “B” movie Detour.

Rafael’s descent into desperation offers more pungent satire than the earlier scenes, but if there’s a flaw to this quite compelling film it’s that Rafael’s smug, womanizing lifestyle is so entertainingly portrayed that we sort of regret seeing that world so thoroughly destroyed.

But even with that caveat, this sex-filled black comedy offers a refreshing alternative to most other movie choices currently in local theaters. Give it a shot and definitely remember the name Alex de la Iglesia.

El Crimen Perfecto

Opening Friday, October 28th

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Act One among the big winners at Indie Memphis.

The Indie Memphis Film Festival continues to run through Thursday, October 27th, at downtown’s Muvico Peabody Place 22 theater, but the festival’s award winners were announced last Saturday. Most awards, which are cash prizes ranging from $300 to $750, fall into two categories; “Hometowner” for locally produced films and “Indie Memphis” for regional fare.

The big winner, from a local perspective, was Act One, a very sharp, very polished comedy from East Memphis filmmaking collective Old School Pictures. It won Best Narrative Feature in the Hometowner category. The film, about a young screenwriter turning his rocky personal life into his next script, was written by and stars Allen Gardner and was directed by Brad Ellis. With the win, Ellis and his Old School cohorts become the first filmmakers to win the award twice, following their win in 2002 for the high school ghost story The Path of Fear.

Act One screens Thursday, October 27th, at 6:30 p.m.

Other winners included Best Narrative Short, Hometowner: Bright Sunny South by Andrew Nenninger; Best Documentary, Hometowner: Above God by Brett Hanover; and Best Music Video, Hometowner: in a new category, sponsored by LiveFromMemphis.com., John Michael McCarthy’s video for the Hives’ “Abra Cadaver.”

Local filmmakers also received a couple of special awards. The Ron Tibbett Excellence in Filmmaking Award (a sort of special jury prize awarded by the festival committee) went to Morgan Jon Fox, who screened two films — the documentary This Is What Love in Action Looks Like: The Preface and the feature Away (A)wake — at the festival and also acted in Brandon Hutchinson’s local feature Dollars & Signs.

Meanwhile, another new award, also given by the festival committee, is the Kodak Tennessee Filmmaker Award, which provides $1,000 worth of film to the recipient. Geoffrey Brent Shrewsbury, who screened the short film San Quentin, took home this prize.

In the nonlocal “Indie Memphis” competition, the winners were: Best Narrative Feature: Say Yes Quickly, from Blair Witch Project producer Greg Hale; Best Narrative Short: Raccoon, by Trey Nelson; Best Documentary: Occupation: Dreamland, a portrait of American soldiers in Falluja, Iraq, directed by Gary Scott and Ian Olds; Best Animated or Experimental Film: Joyride, a computer-generated animation film from John Cernak.

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Mr. Quintron’s Neighborhood

Mother Nature is on a wild escapade,” Cinnamon the Alligator says.

Cinnamon is a character in Electric Swamp, a puppet-show DVD by New Orleans’ Miss Pussycat. It’s included in Mr. Quintron and Miss Pussycat’s new album, Swamp Tech, and her words now seem particularly apropos.

In Electric Swamp, the problem is termites out of control, not Hurricane Katrina, but the DVD, which was made before Katrina, is an artifact from New Orleans’ Bywater neighborhood, one whose future is now up in the air. Many of the voices come from people who worked in the Bywater, including a neighborhood mechanic and a cashier from a nearby hardware store. “I wanted to go for a lot of good New Orleans accents,” Miss Pussycat says by phone from Houma, Louisiana, where the couple went after the storm. “It’s like the city it’s about is not in New Orleans anymore,” she says.

While the city’s Treme neighborhood has been thought of as the home of R&B and jazz and Valence Street in Uptown as the home of the Neville Brothers, Quintron and Miss Pussycat are as associated with their neighborhood as any musicians in New Orleans. (They’ve gone so far as to turn part of their St. Claude Avenue house into the Spellcaster Lounge, a part-time concert venue.) The Bywater has traditionally been a mixed-race, working-class neighborhood just upriver from the French Quarter, and in recent years, its affordable rents and just-near-enough proximity to the French Quarter have made it a home for the young and bohemian. That combination has also made it the breeding ground for some of New Orleans’ more theatrical, eccentric musicians, including the drunken rock/funk of the Morning 40 Federation and Quintron’s Rhinestone Records labelmate MC Trachiotomy.

Quintron’s idiosyncratic blend of one-man-band R&B and techno, filtered through a punk sensibility, is the most fully realized and successful in the neighborhood. There’s more than a hint of “B”-movie horror soundtrack in his organ playing, but the songs themselves are cartoonishly loopy, catchy, and danceable. Swamp Tech‘s “Witch in the Club,” for example, has a running-in-place rhythm over which Quinton’s roller-rink organ bounces through the verse then surges from chord to chord in the chorus. In the bridge, Miss Pussycat sings, “You’ve got your black magic/You’ve got your white magic/You’ve got your pink magic/And your photo ID.” Played on an organ with a car’s grill and headlights, it’s oddly logical and beautifully inexplicable.

While their neighborhood didn’t suffer the sort of catastrophic damage as the neighboring Lower Ninth Ward, Quintron and Pussycat’s house got two feet of water and suffered roof damage. While New Orleans was not letting residents back, Quintron snuck in dressed in military fatigues to patch up his roof the best he could since he doesn’t have house insurance. “People thought I was in the National Guard,” he says. He also fears the party/showroom will have to be torn out and redone, and he and Miss Pussycat lost many of the tools of their art. Quintron lost a 1937 Hammond Model D organ as well as a number of other keyboards he was in the process of modifying. Miss Pussycat’s early paintings were ruined; supplies for future puppets were destroyed, and it’s unlikely older puppets will survive the onset of mold.

Their greatest loss, though, was Quintron’s mother, who died in Virginia the Monday the hurricane hit. He was with his ailing mother in her hospital room that weekend. “I was watching the big orange blob on CNN get closer and closer to New Orleans [while] sitting in a hospital room watching her go steadily downhill,” he says. “It’s like everything happened at once.” When he realized Katrina would hit New Orleans, he called Miss Pussycat to tell her to get out, but she had already evacuated with their touring gear, including his homemade Drum Buddy rhythm machine.

He’s also saddened by the state of the Bywater.

“St. Claude [Avenue] is pretty destroyed,” he says. “Everything’s looted. The Universal Furniture sign is upside down. St. Roch Market got looted and looks totally destroyed.” In one store near his house, looters couldn’t get in the front door, so they broke a hole in the side wall to get in and ripped out plumbing that got in their way. “It’s pretty bad,” he continues. “I guess it was the [craziest] anarchy party you could want.”

In light of all that’s happened, going on a tour Mr. Quintron and Miss Pussycatt had scheduled before Katrina has turned out to be a mixed blessing.

“I’m torn between wanting to be back to help rebuild and wanting to leave and get away from it,” Quintron says. “We’re lucky. Our ‘office’ didn’t burn down. Our office is every bar in the world, and they’re still standing, so we can do what we always have done and it’ll be okay.”

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Saturday, October 29th

Doors open at 8 p.m.; tickets $10

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Spooky Radio

It was 1972. Eddie Middleton and his girlfriend were watching a meteor shower through a pair of binoculars.

“I saw this thing that looked just like a shooting star arch across the sky,” recalls Middleton. “It was white and then it turned orange and then it just stopped. It was a grayish disc with no portals. I only saw it for about three seconds, but it was as close as an airliner coming in for landing.”

Middleton believes he saw a UFO that night, and he’s had a passion for the paranormal ever since. These days, he hosts Nightsearch, a radio show about the paranormal, every Saturday night from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. on WMC AM-790.

Topics range from UFO sightings to ghostly hauntings to demons.

“I want to educate people on the greatest unsolved mysteries of our time,” says Middleton, who also teaches philosophy at Southwest Tennessee Community College. “The whole business with alien abductions and crop circles and cattle mutilations — the stuff you never hear reported on the news, but it’s all over the place.”

Typically, Middleton interviews his guests, then opens the phone lines for questions from listeners. Occasionally, callers ask for personal advice on dealing with the paranormal.

“You go to most psychiatrists and they’ll think you’re nuts or they’ll tell you your [paranormal encounters] are repressed memories of childhood abuse, not aliens,” Middleton says.

Middleton is no stranger to skeptics: “People make jokes about it. They think it’s not something an intelligent, well-informed person should take seriously.”

Sometimes skeptics come in the form of prank callers. Middleton says on a recent show, a man called in during a discussion about the “face” of Mars. The caller wanted to know where the butt was.

But Middleton takes the paranormal seriously. In 1982, he started a speaker series that continues today. His first speaker talked about cattle mutilations, which Middleton says is “the alien calling card.” He started a UFO discussion group in Memphis in 1990. The group meets at the Whitehaven branch library on the second Wednesday of each month.

On October 29th, Middleton will interview demonologists John Zaffis and Andrew Calder. Zaffis is considered a veteran investigator of the dark side, and he tours college campuses discussing cases of demonic possession. Calder is a member of the Georgia Paranormal Investigation Team and an ordained Episcopalian priest trained in exorcisms.

Past guests have included Nancy Talbot, an expert in crop circle research. Middleton says she actually broke the news of this year’s first crop circle sighting in the United States on his show.

Scientist Clifford Carnicom came on the show to discuss chemtrails, the white streams emitted by jet aircraft. Some people believe the streams are not fuel exhaust but chemicals used by the government in some highly classified project.

Earlier this month, Middleton interviewed Ric White and Linda Thornton, producers of a documentary on the Bell Witch hauntings that occurred in Tennessee in the early 1800s. Middleton has arranged a screening of their film, The Bell Witch Haunting, at First Congregational Church on November 12th.

Just how hot is paranormal activity in the Memphis area? “We’re not a hotspot [for UFO activity], but there are ghosts everywhere in Midtown and downtown,” Middleton says. He claims he had plenty of ghostly dealings when he worked as a caretaker for the Woodruff-Fontaine home in Victorian Village.

Though the show airs once a week, listeners can catch it 24/7 on streaming audio on the Nightsearch Web site.

“There have been sightings [of paranormal activity] by thousands of credible witnesses,” Middleton says. “Evidence is everywhere.”