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Nature’s Song

When Huun-Huur-Tu appear at the Buckman Performing and Fine Arts Center this week, there will be four men on stage. Despite that fact, there will be between eight and 10 voices singing at once.

Huun-Huur-Tu are practitioners of throat singing, a vocalization that allows a single performer to produce multiple, distinct notes simultaneously. Throat singing — a constant low pitch with a series of articulated harmonics above it — sounds like a difficult skill, but as Huun-Huur-Tu founding member Sayan Bapa explains, it is a part of everyday life for the native Tuvan: “When you are a nomad, you hear your father and your grandfather sing like this, so you do it too.”

The nomadic lifestyle of Tuvan sheep and reindeer herders influenced both the sonic and representational qualities of throat singing. Traditionally, the Tuvan singer performed alone, each soloist specializing in a particular style of throat singing. “It was something you would do to keep yourself company when working or riding a horse,” says Bapa. In addition, the Tuvans’ surroundings dictated the sound.

Ted Levin, an American who explored the Soviet Autonomous Republic of Tuva located north of Mongolia and made the first modern field recordings of throat singing, explains it this way: “By imitating the sounds of nature, the human music-makers seek to link themselves to the beings and forces that concern them.”

The throat singing of the Tuvans is thus a kind of onomatopoeia. The warbling of birds, rushing of winds, and grumbling of animals are all transformed and transfigured as song. According to Levin, the Tuvans not only imitate nature, they also use the songs as a form of oral topography, a way to pass on information to people governed by large-scale movement and perilous geography.

The group playing at the Buckman is unique in that it performs as a quartet. It was formed in 1992 by Kaigal-ool Khovalyg, Alexander Bapa, his brother Sayan Bapa, and Albert Kuvezin. Since then Kuvezin and Alexander Bapa have left the group and have been replaced by Anatoli Kuular and Alexei Saryglar, respectively. The group joined forces as a means of concentrating on the presentation of traditional songs from their homeland. Originally, they were dubbed Kungurtuk but have since changed their name to Huun-Huur-Tu, which in English translates to the enigmatic phenomenon “sun propeller.”

The idea of a “sun propeller” is helpful in understanding the depth of the Tuvan connection to nature. It describes a particular moment, when the sky is clear enough and the sun, either ascending or dropping away for the evening, is briefly perched on the horizon. The rays of the sun divide and fan out like the blades of a propeller.

Since their arrival in America in the early 1990s, Huun-Huur-Tu has attracted a legion of fans and collaborated with many notable musicians, including Frank Zappa, Ry Cooder, and the Kronos Quartet.

Tickets to the group’s Sunday-night performance in Memphis sold out quickly, so a Monday-night performance was added. “The tickets are going like crazy,” says Cindi Younker of the Buckman. “We’ve just had an incredible response to this group.”

In addition to the concerts, Huun-Huur-Tu will visit Rhodes College on Monday afternoon to give a demonstration and lead a master class. Donna Kwan is a professor of ethnomusicology at Rhodes where she teaches a course titled “Global Pop: Asia and Beyond.” “I’m a big fan of Huun-Huur-Tu,” Kwan says. “They are not only amazing singers, they also have an incredible connection to nature.”

Memphians who want to learn how difficult it is to sing more than one note at a time can go to Rhodes’ McCoy Theater Monday, January 30th, at 4 p.m. There will be a 45-minute demonstration by Huun-Huur-Tu, followed by a 45-minute master class, both of which are free and open to the public.

Huun-Huur-Tu

7 p.m. Sunday-Monday, January 29th-30th

Buckman Performing and Fine Arts Center

$18-$20

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Platter Matter

First came the plates. Then came the Saucer.

Flying Saucer owner Shannon Wynne didn’t know what to do with the plates he picked up while antiquing. That is, until he decided to open a bar and hang the plates wall-to-wall.

In 1995, the first Flying Saucer Draught Emporium opened in Fort Worth. Last Friday, the 11th location opened in Cordova, and Wynne hung all 1,500 plates himself.

“Believe it or not, there’s a right way and wrong way to hang the plates,” Wynne says. “A lot of calculation has to be done. You can’t have too much of one color in one place, and you want the ones with words close to the bottom so they can be read.”

Wynne buys plates from antique shops, estate sales, and souvenir stands, rarely paying more than $12 per plate. And he’s not picky. It’s not uncommon to see valuable collector plates hanging next to plates proclaiming “God Bless This Mobile Home.”

“There’s a plate for everything,” Wynne says. “I can show you a plate commemorating pregnant women, oceans, boats, nations, or capitals.”

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Voice Change

For the ever-growing number of University of Memphis sports faithful — and that includes followers of the flagship men’s basketball program as well as the back-from-the-dead football program — Dave Woloshin’s voice has been a steady (if at times excitable) soundtrack for the heart-pumping highs and the now less frequent lows of Tiger sports. Whether it’s a 70-yard scamper by DeAngelo Williams at the Liberty Bowl or a rainmaking dunk by Rodney Carney at FedExForum, Woloshin has been there for fans when they weren’t able to make it to the games. Since 1997, Woloshin has teamed with Bob Rush on football broadcasts while also handling basketball duties, partnering the last three years with Matt Dillon.

In addition to his play-by-play gig, Woloshin has been a presence on Memphis sports radio for a quarter century, first alongside the venerable George Lapides on WREC-AM 600 and since 1999 on WMC-AM 790, where his Sports Call grew into an afternoon drive-time institution, particularly for Tiger loyalists.

But all that changed January 1st, when WMC switched formats from sports talk to classic country music. Woloshin remains on contract with the station through April and will be on the air for Tiger basketball for as long into March as John Calipari’s club plays. But then what? “Have mic, will travel” is one catchphrase this professional talker aims to avoid.

There was a time when listening to sports talk on the radio in Memphis meant one option: Lapides on WREC. But today, the choices among stations — and the relative expertise of the hosts — are as varied as a listener’s tastes. Lapides and Commercial Appeal columnist Geoff Calkins are the morning standard-bearers with Sportstime on WHBQ-AM 560. And a pair of afternoon shows — The Sports Bar with Jeff Weinberger on WHBQ and The Chris Vernon Show on 730 ESPN — are also duking it out for listeners. Which means the next move Woloshin makes will have to be carefully targeted, both in terms of station and time slot.

But Woloshin doesn’t seem to be fretting over the career shift. “Sooner or later, this format was not going to keep going [at WMC],” he says. “There are too many sports entities here. I felt there would probably be a change. You get little signs; you can’t even articulate them. But I didn’t think it would happen till after the season was over. The timing is the thing that’s most surprising.”

Considering the ups and downs of this 52-year-old Chicago native’s career, rolling with this punch seems very much in character.

Woloshin left Southern Illinois University — without a degree — for Steamboat Springs, Colorado, in 1975. Choosing, as he says, to “be a ski bum and prolong my youth,” Woloshin paid his bills as a bellman in a local hotel before responding to an ad for radio talent. He impressed the local station enough — both with his broadcasting ability and sales talents — that he wound up with a three-year gig, primarily covering high school football and basketball, though he also covered the Denver Nuggets when Larry Brown was their coach and David Thompson was their sky-walking star.

He returned to Southern Illinois in 1979 to finish his studies in broadcast journalism, graduating in 1980 and taking a television job with the CBS affiliate in Cape Girardeau, Missouri. From Cape Girardeau, Woloshin was lured to Memphis in 1981 by Charlie B. Watson — then the sports anchor for Channel 13-WHBQ — and news director Gary Rodemeir (now an anchor in Louisville). The gig as weekend sports anchor was a means for getting Woloshin’s foot in the door of a major market and proved to be the launch point for a 25-year ride in Memphis sports media.

By Woloshin’s estimation, he’s broadcast no fewer than a dozen sports, locally and nationally. (He chuckles at the memory — and his wardrobe — of broadcasting ESPN2’s very first college basketball game, with Jon Albright. The contestants? Towson State and John Calipari’s Massachusetts Minutemen.) He’s also been an eyewitness to a sea change in local sports. When he arrived in Memphis, Tiger basketball was essentially the only “major” sport. Memphis Chicks baseball? Consider that climate compared with a city that now has Triple-A baseball and, ahem, an NBA team.

“This city has grown up in every way,” says Woloshin. “When I got here, everything was 10 minutes away. Now it’s 20 minutes away. The marketplace really wasn’t that sophisticated. [Memphis sports fans] are much more sophisticated now. They’ve grown up with ESPN; they understand the game a whole lot better. If you approached a casual fan during the [basketball] days at the Mid-South Coliseum, they might not have known the difference between a zone defense and man-to-man. They darn well know now.”

Woloshin doesn’t pause when asked his preference between hosting a studio show and play-by-play. “The games,” he stresses. “I love the play-by-play. You’re basically telling a story, painting a picture on radio. You’re trying to be a periphery of understanding on television. It’s so much fun for me, I don’t look upon it as a challenge. Each night is a different story. Who would have figured [the basketball game at] East Carolina would have been the story it became? Who could have figured this young Tiger basketball team would go to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and do what they did? You never know what’s going to happen, and that makes it so much fun.

“The older you get, the easier you’d think it would be to disengage [from a team]. When you’re traveling with a team, though, and you’re doing the coach’s show, you become more engaged. You have to separate yourself more. You find yourself really wanting a team to win, but you’ve got to be objective about it.”

Like anyone who witnessed the now-famous missed free throws by Darius Washington at the end of last March’s Conference USA championship game, Woloshin came away impacted. “I was like everybody else,” he reflects. “Here’s a kid who collapses on the floor. Is he okay? He was a freshman, a baby-faced kid. If it’s a senior who drops to the floor and cries — a hardened guy with a beard who looks tough — I don’t think it’s received the way it has been. But a kid with that infectious smile. It made everybody in the country reach out. Is the kid okay?”

If there’s one word that now can strike fear in the heart of a radio host, it just might be “satellite.” Jon Scobey is a longtime radio listener and once tuned in regularly to listen to Lapides. (“I think George does his homework,” says Scobey.) But despite his thirst for University of Memphis sports and St. Louis Cardinals baseball, Scobey has given up on local voices and turned to satellite radio. “I’ve gotten so fed up with local sports radio shows that I’ve got XM Radio in my car so I don’t have to bear it anymore,” admits Scobey. “It’s too much local stuff and not enough national news. And they don’t seem to be as knowledgeable as I think they should be. [Former U of M play-by-play man] Jack Eaton was clearly a homer, but I at least found him humorous.”

Does Scobey speak for the legion of sports fans in the Mid-South with 24-hour attention spans when it comes to sports? Not all of them. But Woloshin — and his bosses at WMC — would bristle at the fact that Scobey, while rooting for Memphis in last November’s Tiger-Tennessee game, listened to the Volunteer broadcast on satellite.

Among the gripes voiced by Woloshin’s listeners (and on Internet message boards) are that he doesn’t give the score enough, that he’s not enthusiastic enough (or that he’s too enthusiastic), that he doesn’t say “we” enough when referring to the Tigers, or that he says “U of M” too much (as opposed to “Memphis,” presumably). Obviously, Tiger Nation can be a tough crowd.

Woloshin says he has worked at correcting the football-score reporting: “I give it at least once a series. Toward the end of the game, I try and give it every other down, if not more often.

“The ‘University of Memphis’ is too much to say. The truth is, if I said ‘Memphis,’ that would bother some people, because that’s what Denny Crum used to say. I suppose I could say ‘Tigers’ all the time. I’m not playing for the team, so it’s not ‘we.’ I believe I’m part of the family, but I’m not rebounding the ball, I’m not stealing the ball. It’s the U of M. I believe in the Jack Buck theory of broadcasting: You let them know who you’re for, but you’ve got to be somewhat objective. You can’t please everybody. We were doing a show in 1985, and a guy calls in and says, ‘Brent Musberger is terrible.’ Another guy calls in and says, ‘Vin Scully uses too many big words.’ Another guy didn’t like Bob Costas. You realize there is no way everybody is going to like you.”

As for the presence of satellite radio, Woloshin doesn’t buy the dire warnings. “There’s always going to be a need for local [coverage],” he stresses. “If you want to know about the Tigers or the Redbirds or the Grizzlies, and you want to sound off, you’re not calling XM Radio. When computers came in, everyone thought AP would go out of business. When television came along, everyone thought radio would go out of business. They just found another niche.”

With a fiscal year that begins July 1st, it’s in the U of M’s budgetary interests to find a new radio deal well before the 2006 football season kicks off. Handling the negotiations for the university is Tiger Sport Properties (TSP), a subsidiary of Learfield Communications (based in Jefferson City, Missouri). TSP paid the U of M $5.5 million in 2001 for a five-year contract that gave the company exclusive multimedia rights for marketing Tiger sports. (The contract with TSP was recently renewed through 2011 and, according to associate athletic director Bob Winn, will pay the U of M an escalating annual fee that will reach a maximum of $2.5 million.)

TSP has been in negotiations for a new deal, as the current package with WMC expires at the end of this season. The company find itself in the unique position — at least when it comes to Tiger sports history — of selling two winners. With the football team having played in bowl games the last three seasons, and the basketball team firmly in the nation’s top 10, the package has never appeared more valuable.

“Compared with the last deal we made with WMC,” says TSP general manager Brent Seebohm, “things really couldn’t be better than they are now.”

TSP linked with WMC through a grandfather clause in the last contract (drawn up four years ago), and WMC retains the right to match any deal TSP makes with another station. Except for a 12-year run on KIX-106, WMC has been the only radio station to broadcast Tiger sports since 1959. But until a new arrangement is reached, WMC is not talking about its plans. Says WMC senior vice president Terry Wood, “We are still the final holder of the rights, and until such time as we actually turn them down, no one else can get them anyway.” Seebohm says the aim is to have the new deal in place before the end of basketball season, allowing the necessary time for ad sales before football season kicks off in September.

One element to the search for a new Tiger radio home that might surprise regular listeners is that Woloshin is not necessarily a part of the package. The university retains a right of approval for its play-by-play voice, but a separate deal would have to first be reached between the announcer and the new station. Ask University of Memphis athletic director R.C. Johnson, though, and it appears Woloshin’s spot on the team remains secure.

“Dave’s very professional in his delivery,” says Johnson, “and he’s become more and more recognizable as the voice of the Tigers. His heart is definitely with us. I get complaints on him just as I get complaints on [football coach] Tommy West and John Calipari. But the overall theme has always been positive, more so lately than before Woloshin started broadcasting for us. There’s a familiarity component, and [listeners] are comfortable with Dave.

“One thing I really like about Dave,” adds Johnson, “is his enthusiasm and his willingness to emcee a banquet. For him to be present at a function as the voice of the Tigers is important for us.”

So where will Woloshin wind up? Ask him now — and remember his contractual obligation through April with WMC — and he’ll smile slightly, then assure you he’ll have a show come April. “The greatest thing that could happen,” he says, “would be an AM/FM combination where [Tiger] games are simulcast on both stations and the pre- and postgame shows aired on the AM station, to keep them alive. [Those shows] make the U of M more visible in the community. There’s just not an AM signal that’s as good as an FM signal. The major complaint I hear is about our signal, pure and simple. I hear people say you get to Collierville and you can’t hear it.”

The one given at this point is that Woloshin is a Memphian and will remain such for the near future. “The only time I’d consider leaving,” he explains, “would be six or seven years from now, when both of my kids have graduated from high school. This is home.”


Wolo’s World

A few picks and pans from 25 years covering Memphis sports.

Favorite moment: “When Tommy West and his wife walked into the lobby of the Marriott hotel in New Orleans after the Tigers won the New Orleans Bowl. It was packed, and when they walked in, people stood up like a wave. A coronation for the new king.”

Favorite broadcast: “It wasn’t even in Memphis. The first matchup in like 40 years between Georgetown and Maryland [basketball] on ESPN the Friday after Thanksgiving. Joe Smith was the star at Maryland.”

Favorite interview: “John ‘Bad Dog’ McCormack [now with Rock 103] can do a great Muhammad Ali impersonation, young Ali or old. He was so believable that Harold Graeter from Channel 5 came over [to the WREC] offices to interview Ali.”

Favorite athlete: “I still think Keith Lee is my favorite college basketball player. Though Elliot Perry was as clutch as I ever saw. And how special is DeAngelo Williams? He’s as good off the field as he is on.”

Favorite coach: “Charlie Bailey was a great guy. And the combination of Tommy West and John Calipari is so much fun for me, because both guys are articulate in different ways. They allow me to make fun of them and they make fun of me.”

Low moment: “The U of M not being included in the Big East.”

How good is this year’s basketball team? “It could be a Final Four team.”

Where will DeAngelo Williams be drafted? “I wish I knew. If you look at the mock drafts, you see anywhere from 4 to 22.” — FM

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thursday January 26

One Day Is Not Enough:

Memphis Desegregation Through the Lens of Ernest Withers

Pink Palace, 6-8 p.m.

Reception for an exhibit of work by prominent local photographer Ernest Withers. This is the first of a series, which focuses on the African-American experience in Memphis.

Gallery Talk

Debbie Shmerler

Memphis College of Art, 6 p.m.

Debbie Shmerler is president of the Knoxville chapter of AIGA, a professional association for design, and curator of the MCA’s current exhibit, “AIGA Ten,” which features work by the state’s top graphic designers.

friday January 27

The Graduate

Playhouse on the Square, 8 p.m.,

$20-$25

Just out of college with no clue as to what he wants from life The Graduate‘s Benjamin Braddock has been the thinking-man’s rebel for almost 40 years. Playhouse on the Square’s production mimics Mike Nichols’ classic film scene-for-scene with only a handful of significant changes.

Opening Reception for “The Factory 4: The Studio Revealed”

Delta Axis @ Marshall Arts, 6-9 p.m.

Exhibit about workspace inspired by Henry Darger, a recluse whose 15,000-page illustrated manuscript was discovered shortly before he died.

friday January 27

Mozart Anniversary Spectacular

Cannon Center for the Performing Arts, 6 p.m., $15-$25

The Memphis Symphony Orchestra celebrates Mozart’s 250th birthday with this all-Mozart concert featuring sopranos Frances Lucey and Meredith Hall, tenor Nicolas Phan, the Rhodes Mastersingers, and the University of Memphis Singers.

Mike Marshall and Chris Thile

Bartlett Performing Arts and Conference Center, 8 p.m., $20

Mandolinists Mike Marshall and Chris Thile will play everything from bluegrass and folk to jazz and classical music.

saturday January 28

2006 Memphis Boat Show

Cook Convention Center,

9 a.m.-8 p.m., $3-$6

Boats everywhere at the annual event, plus this year’s featured attraction, the Sea Lion Splash. Through Sunday.

Philadanco!

The Orpheum, 8 p.m., $15-$38

Second of two-night run featuring this dance ensemble from the Philadelphia Dance Company known for its innovative choreography.

saturday January 28

Johnny Cash:

A GPAC Tribute

Germantown Performing Arts Centre,

8 p.m., $32-$45

Performance in honor of Johnny Cash by the Memphis Ballet with music provided by the Dempseys. Evening will include the debut of a dance choreographed by Garrett Ammon to the tune of “Walk the Line.”

sunday January 29

Harpist Jane Yoon

Baron Hirsch Congregation, 7:45 p.m.

Eighteen-year-old Jane Yoon began studying the harp at age 6 and won the Soka International Harp Competition in Japan at age 13. Her concert is part of the Artists Ascending Series.

Songwriters in the Round

With Jimmy Davis, Matt Tutor, Steve Reid, and Kirk Smithhart

St. Benedict at Auburndale High School Performing Arts Theatre, 8250 Varnavas Drive at Germantown Parkway in Cordova, 8 p.m., $10

Local singer-songwriters gather to play guitar and tell stories as part of St. Benedict’s Crossroads Artists Concert Series. Student songwriters will also perform.

monday January 30

Booksigning by Curtis Sittenfeld

Davis-Kidd Booksellers, 6 p.m.

Curtis Sittenfeld, a graduate of the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, signs her bestselling novel, Prep, about a girl who enters an exclusive New England prep school as an outsider, establishes herself as an insider, and completes the cycle by becoming a spectacle.

Last Mondays in Studio A!

Stax Museum of American Soul Music, 7-9 p.m., $20

Relaunch of the Last Mondays in Studio A! concert series after a holiday break. This month’s concert is by Di Anne Price & Her Boyfriends. Includes complimentary hors d’oeuvres and cash bar.

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Itchy & Scratchy

Travis Wammack was only 8 years old when he went into his first Memphis recording studio and plucked out a song called “Rock and Roll Blues” for Eddie Bond’s Fernwood label. Bond, the country and rockabilly artist famous for his cycle of songs about McNary County’s tall-walking sheriff Buford Pusser and infamous for telling Elvis Presley not to quit his day job, saw Wammack performing on a street corner and heard something special in the kid’s youthful picking. Wammack started opening shows for the likes of Warren Smith and Carl Perkins, and seven years later, the 15-year-old prodigy teamed with Sonic Studio’s Roland Janes, Jerry Lee Lewis’ guitar player and a legendary producer of Memphis garage bands, to crank out “Scratchy,” one of the greatest instrumental singles of all time.

From its sloppy intro to its raging hooks to its brief backward vocal, “Scratchy” was a song clearly ahead of its time. The song was originally recorded as the “B” side to the equally quirky instrumental “Firefly.” It was offered to Nashville guitar god Chet Atkins, who decided not to release the single, saying, “It scares me. I’ll pass.” In 1964, at the height of the British invasion, Janes released the record independently with “Firefly” as the “A” side. But while Wammack was on tour supporting Peter & Gordon, whose hit “World Without Love” was racing up the charts, something strange happened.

“We were playing Chicago when I got a call from Art Roberts at WLS [radio], and he asked if I would play ‘Scratchy’ tonight. He said, ‘We’ve got two new hits at WLS today: Peter & Gordon’s ‘World Without Love’ is number two. ‘Scratchy’ is number one.'”

Wammack credits Janes — and the freedom he was given to “play around” in the studio — for the critical success of his early singles.

“I had my own key, and I’d get to the studio way before Roland would. I’d open all the mail and tell him what he needed to read when he got there,” Wammack says. In addition to reading other people’s mail, Wammack was constantly experimenting. He replaced the G string on his guitar with a tenor banjo string and built a distortion unit out of an old tape recorder that gave his cherry-red Gibson a distinctive “fuzztone” sound.

But being ahead of your time has its drawbacks. Although Wammack’s songs would find distribution through Atlantic, he remained a minor solo artist even as he became a highly sought-after studio musician backing artists ranging from Charlie Feathers to Aretha Franklin. As Memphis’ soul scene waned, Wammack found plenty of work at Rick Hall’s Fame studio in Muscle Shoals, Alabama, which rivaled Stax for the title of most soulful spot in the South.

“The R&B sound was shifting from Memphis to Muscle Shoals, and I was already going down there to do a lot of work, so I figured it was time to move,” Wammack says.

Wammack became a fixture at Fame and often worked as a go-between.

“Rick was good,” Wammack says, “but he didn’t always know how to communicate with the musicians.”

When the recently deceased Lou Rawls came to record a tribute to Sam Cooke at Fame, he brought with him a reputation for being difficult to work with. Wammack was sent to scope out the situation and bring back a report.

“[Rawls] started pulling out all this sheet music, and I said, ‘Hold on.’ I asked, ‘So did you come here for the Muscle Shoals sound? We don’t use sheet music; we like to feel things out.'” Rawls said he’d come for the sound, put his sheet music away, and never complained once. “Later I heard that Lou had been telling people about ‘this funky white boy’ playing guitar in Alabama,” Wammack says.

When Little Richard called and asked Wammack to be his bandleader, the funky white boy discovered that “Scratchy” had a much bigger reputation than he realized.

“We were playing one show in Birmingham, England, and Jimmy Page and Robert Plant were in the audience,” he says. “After the show they came backstage. My son Monkey [Travis Jr.] went over to talk to them and asked if they wanted to meet Little Richard. They told him, ‘No, we came back to meet your daddy.'” Page and Plant told Travis Jr. that they had been surprised when Little Richard introduced his band and announced that Travis Wammack was playing guitar. According to Wammack, they turned to each other grinning and said, in unison, “Scratchy.”

“Jimmy Page told me that after he heard ‘Scratchy’ he knew right then he wanted to be a hot guitar player,” Wammack says.

Wammack, who plugs in at Neil’s on Saturday, January 28th, and who will play the Ponderosa Stomp at the Gibson Guitar Lounge later this year, still rips through his Sonic-era instrumentals but rounds out his set with popular, if overplayed, standards such as Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl.” He’s been known to break into a self-indulgent cover of “Play That Funky Music White Boy,” but, even playing well-worn, and in some cases worn-out, material, Wammack’s virtuosity is unmistakable.

“I want everything to be perfect,” Wammack says. “I try to be the consummate performer.”

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Blues Battle

This weekend more than 130 blues acts from across the country and overseas will descend on the proving grounds of Beale Street for the biggest battle of the bands in the blues world. Sponsored by the Memphis-based Blues Foundation, the 22nd Annual International Blues Challenge promises to be the biggest ever, with a record number of acts playing semifinal events at 16 Beale Street venues Thursday and Friday night for a chance at one of the 16 slots at the solo/duo and band finals Saturday. Each act at IBC has already won a preliminary contest sponsored by one of the foundation’s affiliated blues societies, such as East St. Louis’ Alvin Jett & the Phat noiZ Blues Band (pictured), which will represent the St. Louis Blues Society. Recent IBCs may not have produced household names, but they have introduced compelling new blues acts in the form of Southeastern roots enthusiasts Delta Moon, California’s juke-worthy Zac Harmon, and Memphis’ Richard Johnston. See Blues.org for more information.

International Blues Challenge, Thursday, January 26th-Saturday, January 28th, in and around Beale Street clubs. Solo/duo finals 2 p.m. Saturday at the Center for Southern Folklore. Band finals 8 p.m. Saturday at the New Daisy Theatre.

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On Tuesday night, the first 9th District cattle
call (don’t blame us, folks: That’s the term of art among pols — the Beltway
sort, especially) went on as scheduled, featuring seven would-be Democratic
successors to current Congressman Harold Ford Jr., now a U.S. Senate
candidate.

           

The event (a “forum,” as it was actually called) was held
at the IBEW headquarters building on Madison, under the sponsorship of Democracy
for Memphis, one of the new activist groups that surfaced last year and became a
force in the  party’s biennial reorganization.

           

Here’s a brief take on the candidates, including a capsule
intro prepared before the event, coupled with follow-up notes
on how each was perceived to have done Tuesday night:

 

Previous note:
The prospects of one candidate, NIKKI TINKER, were dealt with at some
length in this space two weeks ago. Suffice it to say here that Tinker has
impressed many with her high-level support and early-bird activity. Growing some
bona fide grass roots remains a challenge for this Alabama/D.C. import.

 

Tuesday night:
Tinker was a no-show at the forum. A friend read a statement on her behalf and
said later she was “working;” her mother said she had a “prior commitment.”
Whatever the case, it was hard to imagine what other circumstance could have
been so all-important as to keep Tinker away. “She doesn’t know the issues,”
theorized one acquaintance. “She wants to set herself off from the pack,”
guessed another.  To judge from the reaction of many attendees Tuesday night,
the still little-known Tinker would have been well advised to have been there.
She remains an Unknown Quantity, and her best way of “setting herself off” would
have been to show well in the give-and-take

 

Previous note: Also discussed in detail was the
likelihood of a go-for-broke candidacy on the part of state Senator STEVE
COHEN
, a major figure on the local and statewide scenes.

 

Tuesday night: Cohen
stayed away from Tuesday night’s proceedings, too, but nobody begrudged him
that. He’s well-established enough to get away with being absent. Besides, he
hasn’t formally declared yet.

 

Previous note: Lawyer ED STANTON, JR.,  son of a
well-known local governmental figure, has been making something of an impression
himself, running a low-key, under-the-radar campaign that is reportedly fueled
by a hefty – and growing – war chest. Stanton is likely to be in for the long
haul.

 

Tuesday night: In
almost everybody’s estimation, Stanton did well, sounding crisp and even
somewhat original in his call for such staples as education and economic
development. “Live well, then learn well,” is how he accounted for the primacy
of the latter issue.

 

RON REDWING, now a
free-lance consultant and formerly an aide to Mayor Willie Herenton, has been
running hard and for even longer than Tinker. He has built an organization, it
would seem, and, to judge by the turnout at some of his fundraisers, something
of a following. He, too, will go to the End Game.

 

Tuesday night:
Though Redwing got some early response from the crowd by addressing it directly
with a hearty greeting, he seemed to lose ground by repeatedly declining to
offer either any specifics or any particularly inspiring rhetoric.

 

RALPH WHITE, a
minister, musician, and former star athlete, is a bona fide renaissance man –
superbly talented in most of what he does but so far unlucky in politics, a
field whose pros and junkies and facilitators have largely made a point of
looking the other way from nice guy Ralph over the years. Too bad. White is
deserving, though he has contributed to his own loneliness in Democratic ranks
by backing some wrong horses in the past (Republican Rod DeBerry vs. then
congressman Harold Ford Sr. in 1994!) Money may be a long-term problem,
but White intends to stick around.

 

Tuesday night: In
the judgment of almost everybody who offered an opinion, White didn’t measure
up, offering preacherly platitudes and avoiding anything concrete in his
answers. He seemed surprised at being asked about Iraq and had no prepared
answer. More astonishingly, considering that the venue was a union hall, he
began an answer about his attitude toward organized labor by grousing at length
about corrupt unions. (Helpful hint: Ralph, Ralph!, any voter who would
respond to that kind of answer is going to be voting Republican on primary day.)

 

 

JOSEPH KYLES, who
in recent years has been a mainstay of the Rainbow/Push coalition locally,
belongs to a famous local family and has connections to spare at the grassroots
level. A former football player at UT/Martin, Kyles has the requisite
young-man-on-the-way-up look and an appropriately serious demeanor to go with
it.

 

Tuesday night:
Though not everybody agreed,  Kyles impressed many by speaking in his slow,
stately way of specific abuses in the existing social power structure, firing
salvoes at “corporate welfare,” for example,  and taking particular exception to
what he perceived as chicanery on the part of MLGW. On a personal level, his
story of suffering temporary paralysis after a violent football hit on
Fourth-and-One resonated with the audience.

 

 

LEE HARRIS, an
assistant professor of law at the University of Memphis,  is a fairly new
face in local politics, but he’s rapidly acquiring exposure, most recently
alongside some of the major players in statewide ethics reform as emcee at a
Cooper/Young forum on that issue.

 

Tuesday night:
Harris is another who was well received, making frequent common-sense
connections, such as his response to a question about how to deal with illegal
immigration:  “We don’t need to police the Mexicans; we need to police the
businesses.”

 

All things considered, though, the most impressive
responses Tuesday night came from a candidate whom I had postponed dealing with
for this article, planning to write about him next week, along with
such other candidates who in the meantime might come out of the woodwork  (As I
originally put it: “This list is only partial. Stay tuned; more candidates – both
Democrats and Repubicans — will be featured in weeks to come, especially as the
number of potential filees seems to be proliferating.”)

 

Anyhow, the best showing Tuesday
night might have been that of  TYSON PRATCHER, a Memphis native who has
been serving as a state director in New York for Senator Hillary Clinton
and who, much in the manner of Nikki Tinker, is faced with the task of
establishing grass-root connections from the top down.

At the forum, Pratcher gave a good
demonstration of how to do that, making full use of his presumed expertise and
connections (“Senator Clinton and I did some work on this issue….”) but
persuasively rather than presumptuously so, going on in most cases to spell out
exactly what he meant. As in the case of specific labor legislation when faced
with the same question about union rights that appeared to buffalo Rev. White.
Pratcher, too, would seem to be in for the long haul.

 

One other unadvertised special: a
newly announced candidate named BILL WHITMAN, a young white Memphis
native graduate of Notre Dame and veteran of several public-issue causes. In his
on-line statement, Whitman had given special attention to  health care, a
subject that didn’t get much attention from anybody Tuesday night. Whitman came
off as engaging and well-intentioned but not enough so to overcome the
probability that, as a white unknown, his chances in the race are extremely
limited.

 

 

To continue from the Previous note: [A]lready  something is
obvious from this early-sample hard core. There are good chances for a split
favoring Cohen in the Democratic primary. Partly this is based on demographics,
with most of the other candidates being African-American and likely to carve up
that part of the electorate, a majority in the 9th. But the Midtown
state senator, who has represented a sprawling slice of the district for more
than a quarter-century in the legislature, has a huge name-recognition factor
working in his favor, as well.

 

Suppose Cohen should win and then defeat his Republican
opponent in the general election. The likelihood is that, in a re-election race
two years later, he’d face only one or two challengers in a primary. His victory
would be anything but certain. But he’d have another option.

 

Assuming that a Congressman Cohen would attract more than
the usual amount of attention for a first-termer – a fairly safe bet for this
articulate and highly un-bashful and issue-conscious politician – he might be
sorely tempted to leverage his enhanced profile into a statewide race for the
U.S. Senate seat now held by Republican Lamar Alexander and up for grabs
again in 2008. 

 

But that’s getting ahead of ourselves. There’s going to be
a crowded race for 9th District congressman meanwhile, and it’s
impossible to handicap the outcome at this point. Watch this space.

 

For those Democrats who want to participate, by the way,
there’s a “straw vote” polling opportunity at the downtown Rendezvous restaurant
from 5 to 7 p.m. this Thursday.

 

There has been much speculation in political
circles about the possible effect of Ford-family troubles (the state-senate
District 29 wrangle; the upcoming Tennessee Waltz trials, etc.) on the U.S.
Senate candidacy of Rep. Ford.

 

Two cautions for those who see all that becoming an
obstacle for Ford: (1) While everyone seems to believe there’s a sizeable
population of people who might vote against the congressman either on family
grounds or because of his race, no one has yet unearthed a real live member of
that species; (2) To offset any such backlash, there’s the so-far overlooked
factor of the national media.

 

Fact: There has never been a statewide race in Tennessee
commanding the amount of national attention the 2006 Senate race will get, and
Ford is the largest single reason for that. Here’s the national-media storyline,
which you can expect to see invoked three of four times every week during the
heat of the campaign on this or that network or cable show or in this or that
major print medium: “Can a bright, charismatic young African-American politician
overcome racial bias and his family history to win election to the Senate in the
border state of Tennessee?”

 

Count on it: That storyline – which, from the media’s
standpoint, has a directed-verdict ending – will outweigh any of the other
potential issues involving Ford, including his hewing to a blandly centrist line
that unsettles many traditional Democrats.

 

Not to be overlooked, by the way, is Ford’s still active
Democratic primary opponent, state Senator Rosalind Kurita of
Clarksville, who spent a couple of days in Memphis last week and is making a
point of addressing some of the domestic and foreign-policy reforms some of the
hard-core Democrats want to see addressed.

 

Many of those selfsame Democrats were on hand Tuesday of last week for a brief
stop at the Hunt-Phelan Home by National Democratic chairman Howard Dean,
following through on his pledge to make frequent outreach visits in the
so-called “red” states that favored President Bush in the 2004 election.

 

Dean exhorted the party faithful to help him restore
Democratic prestige in Tennessee. The former presidential candidate also proved
a ready man with a quip. When one of the local cadres told him about
such-and-such a woman who had “worked the streets for you,” Dean responded, “Well,
I appreciate that, but I hope she didn’t go that far….”

 

When the
cadre tried to backtrack and amend his phraseology, Dean, no doubt remembering
“The Scream” from the 2004 primary season,  laughed and said, “Trust me, I know
from experience. Once you’ve done something stupid, you just can’t take it
back.”

 

 

 

 

DATES TO REMEMBER

 

Deadline for filing, countywide primary races: February
16
.

Deadline for filing, state and federal primary races and
for independents in countywide races: April 6.
Countywide primaries: May 2.

State and federal primaries and countywide general
election: August 3.

Deadline for filing as independent in state and federal
races: August 17.

General election, state and federal races: November 7.

 

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Sports Sports Feature

Meet the New Guy

Heading into the season, there was hope that the Memphis Grizzlies could be an above-average offensive team despite a lack of dynamic perimeter scorers. There was a post player in Pau Gasol who was capable of scoring on any defender one-on-one and was skilled enough and unselfish enough to find open teammates out of double-teams. Surrounding Gasol was potentially one of the deepest casts of three-point shooters in the league.

The reality has been that even when this inside-outside dynamic has functioned well, the Grizzlies have been a mediocre offensive team. When links in the chain rupture, as has been the case in the recent season-high four-game losing streak, the Grizzlies’ scoring plummets.

The Grizzlies initially played well after losing starting point guard Damon Stoudamire to a season-ending knee injury in late December, but over the past week Stoudamire’s loss has finally been felt. With three of the team’s four remaining outside threats — Bobby Jackson, Eddie Jones, and Shane Battier — all slumping, the Grizzlies haven’t been able to take defensive pressure off Gasol. And with the outside attack sputtering, Gasol hasn’t made the necessary adjustments to increase his own scoring, even against constant double-teams.

Enter new point guard Chucky Atkins, and not a moment too soon. A journeyman (Atkins is now on his sixth team in a seven-year NBA career) who was averaging less than 20 minutes a game for the sub-.500 Washington Wizards, Atkins is no savior. He’s not as talented a player as the one he’s replacing (Stoudamire) or the one he’ll join in the point-guard rotation (Jackson). But he should help a Grizzlies team in desperate need of reliable depth and outside shooting.

Like Stoudamire, Atkins is a small guard (he’s one inch taller, one year younger) whose primary attribute is his outside shooting. He’s a career 37 percent three-point shooter (compared to 36 percent for Stoudamire), coming off a career-year for the Los Angeles Lakers a season ago. But he’s also a more one-dimensional player than Stoudamire. Though he’s quick enough to get into the lane on occasion, over the past two seasons, more than half of Atkins’ field-goal attempts have been from beyond the three-point arc. Atkins also isn’t as strong as Stoudamire, which makes him less of a presence defensively or on the boards.

But despite these limitations, Atkins should be a much better fit for what the Grizzlies need than second-year player Antonio Burks. He’ll provide two things Burks lacks: experience and deep shooting range. With his speed, strength, and defensive ability, Burks may be a more promising all-around player, but his inconsistent production and limited scoring ability have made Burks a net negative since Stoudamire went down. Were the team committed to pushing the ball when Burks is in the game, perhaps he would work out. But in lieu of that stylistic shift, Atkins will be a better fit.

Atkins will also take pressure off Jackson, who has been forced to play more minutes and in a different role. Jackson’s surface statistics have looked good as a starter, but his marksmanship has fallen off considerably of late, even suffering through a dreadful 0-16 stretch from three-point range during last week’s losing streak. Atkins could allow Jackson to play fewer minutes and spend more time off the ball, where he excels.

Of course, even if Atkins pans out, it might not be enough to fully correct the team’s recent offensive downturn. And now that the Grizzlies have filled their empty point-guard slot, a new question emerges: With further improvement needed, can it come from within? If so, it’ll depend on a continued expansion of Mike Miller’s role (the team’s record when Miller gets at least 35 minutes and 12 field-goal attempts: 7-2) and someone (either Lorenzen Wright, Hakim Warrick, or Brian Cardinal) stepping up to provide consistent frontcourt production.

If not, Jerry West might not be done. The best part of signing Atkins is that the Grizzlies didn’t have to use any of their trade chips to get him. Which means West still has the tools to make something else happen before next month’s trade deadline.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Kung Hei Fat Choy!

Years ago, I happened to arrive in San Francisco on the day my calendar said “Chinese New Year.” Naturally, I headed for Chinatown, expecting to see all sorts of craziness and get a great dinner.

Instead, the place was a ghost town — absolutely closed. What kind of New Year celebration is this, I wondered? Well, it turns out everybody was at home — eating.

When most Americans think of Chinese New Year, they envision parades, dragons, and fireworks. But for thousands of years, food and family have been at the heart of a 15-day celebration of the new year.

First, a few words about the calendar. The traditional Chinese calendar is based on both the moon and the sun. Since a lunar “month” is about 29.5 days, they add an extra month about seven times each 19 years, meaning the date of the new year changes every solar year. This time around, Chinese Year 4704 starts on January 29th.

In traditional China, this event would kick off a celebration that is all about family, community superstition, and food. It ends with the Lantern Festival, highlighted by the dancing-dragon parade which, in America, is always held conveniently on the first weekend after the new year begins.

The communal New Year’s Eve feast, known as “surrounding the stove,” invites the spirits of ancestors to be honored. Fireworks are shot off at midnight to chase off the old year and make way for the new.

After that, each day has its own traditions, many focused on food, and many of the foods are chosen because of what they sound or look like.

What’s served at a New Year’s Eve feast might depend on which part of China you’re from. In south China, it would be nian gao (sticky-sweet glutinous rice pudding) or zong zi (glutinous rice wrapped up in reed leaves), while in the north you’d have steamed dumplings called jiaozi or steamed-wheat bread called man tou.

The next day, people abstain from meat to ensure long and happy lives. The traditional meal is a vegetarian dish called jai or Buddha’s Delight. Among its roughly 30 ingredients are lotus seed (for many male offspring), ginkgo nut (representing silver ingots, or wealth), black moss seaweed (a Chinese homonym that sounds like “rich”), dried bean curd (a homonym for “fulfillment of wealth and happiness”), and bamboo shoots (“wishing that everything would be well”).

Apparently, it’s easy to make Buddha’s Delight — once you assemble all the ingredients. So if you can find some black tree-ear fungus, dried snow fungus, bean-curd stick, bamboo piths, dried mung-bean thread, Chinese cabbage, and both black and straw mushrooms, knock yourself out.

On the celebration’s seventh day, farmers display their produce and make a drink from seven types of vegetables. The seventh day is also considered the birthday of human beings, so everyone eats uncut noodles for longevity and raw fish for success.

Day eight brings another family-reunion dinner, plus a midnight prayer to the God of Heaven. Days 10 through 12 are all about inviting friends and family for more eating. Among the traditional foods might be a whole fish to represent togetherness and abundance or a whole chicken — head, feet, everything — to represent completeness. Mmmm, chicken head …

Spring rolls symbolize wealth, because their shape is similar to gold bars. Plenty of lettuce is eaten because the word for lettuce sounds like “rising fortune.” The words for tangerines and oranges sound like “luck” and “wealth.”

The word for fish sounds like the words for “wish” and “abundance,” and it’s served whole to represent the end (tail) of the old year and the start (head) of the new.

Sticky rice cake stands for a rich, sweet life, as well as rising abundance for the coming year — the higher the cakes rise, the better the year. And the round shape signifies family reunion.

After all this stuffing, on Day 13 the Chinese take a break by eating only rice porridge and mustard greens to cleanse the system. On Day 14 they get ready for the next day’s Lantern Festival, during which everyone lights lanterns and eats yuanxioa, a sweet or savory dumpling made from glutinous rice flour that is either boiled or fried.

I got to thinking how Americans might translate some of these traditions to our food culture. I can see us eating lots of “rich” foods, downing bowls of Lucky Charms, eating out of sacks because it sounds like “sex,” and who knows what kind of goofiness? I suppose it’s best we have parades and leave the food to the experts.

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Scenic Diversion

I first rolled into the hostel in Salzburg a few days ago, just as they were finishing The Sound of Music, and now that I’m back I’ve got a beer, my journal, and a schnitzel on the way. Some Aussies are getting drunk at the other table. I’m even sitting in the same chair, right across from where she was sitting.

Last time I sat here, I had just ridden all day through the mountains on a train. It was like a fantasy ride, all the quaint villages and snow-capped peaks glistening in the sun. Rolling meadows, shimmering lakes, and crystal-clear sky.

I headed straight for the infamous Salzburg Hostel, “The Place That Never Quits,” run and dominated by lunatic Australians. I was on top of the backpacking world, fresh in from that wonderful train ride with a great place to stay and a party just cranking up in the bar, when I sat down for the soothing ritual of catching up in my journal.

There was an American girl, a blonde, sitting across from me, writing postcards. We exchanged hellos, and I sat down to write. Then I thought, Gosh, that was a nice smile. I tossed out a line or two of small talk, she picked up on it, and pretty soon neither of us was writing a word.

She was coming from Germany, heading for Switzerland. I had just been in Interlaken, at another famous hostel called Balmer’s, a must-stop on the backpacking/EuroParty circuit. Fueled by beer and charmed by my audience, I spun yarns of sledding trips, community dinners, crazy people, and amazing scenery. Made me start to miss the place. And her smile was intoxicating.

A few beers, a schnitzel, and a couple hours later, it came time for her to leave, and she looked me right in the eye, smiled, and said, “Why don’t you come with me? The train’s in an hour.”

My pack was still packed. Had a Eurail Pass in it. She was cute. Said after Interlaken she was headed for the French Riviera. I mean … sure!

Noon the next day, we were checked into Balmer’s, wondering how to spend the afternoon in Interlaken.

We got goulash at a place where I had eaten two days before. We started getting sleepy that afternoon, so we got some chocolate and picked a bench by the river for a little picnic. But it was a cold, gray day, and we retreated to a museum.

That night at Balmer’s, I looked for her after the nightly movie, but I didn’t see her. I fell into conversation with some other folks, and by the time I bumped into her again, we were both tired.

The next day was crappy and cold — February in the Alps. We went to a little ski town, but we didn’t have the money to ski. Wasn’t much else to do, so we just kind of walked around, saying things like, “I bet it’s pretty here in the summer.” She tried to catch a snowflake on her tongue, and we both chuckled.

We were running out of things to talk about. We had talked about where we had been, where we wanted to go, why we were on the trip, what we planned on doing back in the States, how we wanted our lives to turn out.

Somehow, when it all started in Salzburg, I thought something else was going to happen. There was magic and excitement that night, an implied “and” that followed “Go with me to Interlaken.” “Go with me and …” what? Fall in love? Sleep together? Keep having the same great time? Or just … hang out? Walk around? What?

It kept slowing down and slowing down. By the time we got to Lugano, we weren’t talking at all anymore. I was too young and scared to ask about it, too shy to make a pass, just wise enough to realize that moment had passed anyway. I felt like something else should be happening; I just didn’t know what. I had chased a pretty smile, and now I couldn’t even see it.

We took a train to the top of a mountain outside Lugano and walked to a viewing platform. We could see mountains to the horizon, a lake spread out below us, the town clinging to the edge at our feet. I said, “That’s a great view,” and she said, “Yeah.”

Now I’m back in Salzburg. It took me a day to make the break. She’d smile, and I’d doubt. Then I’d talk to other people and have fun, and I’d want to run off with them. Our last day together was a sunny Sunday in Lucerne, with everyone dressed up and the mountains immaculate.

I told her at the train station, something about “heading back east,” and she looked at me blankly and said, “Your decision.” Then she smiled and said, “Don’t you want to see the Riviera?”

That was two days ago, and now I’m back at the hostel in Salzburg. They’re starting up The Sound of Music again, and the Aussies are getting cranked. And sitting here with my beer, and a schnitzel on the way, I’m still not entirely sure why I’m here, instead of chasing that pretty smile.