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Murray’s Revenge

Murs & 9th Wonder

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Prolific Los Angeles indie MC Murs gets an assist from emerging star DJ/producer 9th Wonder, whose laid-back, soul-drenched grooves here sound a lot closer to the music he makes with his North Carolina indie crew, Little Brother, than the banging beats he’s created for Jay-Z. The meditative groove combined with Murs’ modest flow and Everyman tone results in a record that’s almost too even-keeled. But Murs still has plenty to say: about getting credit in the straight world, about why you should visit his hood, about white girls as caught in a trap of racial/cultural expectations as he is. Oh yeah, and about being a dread “backpacker” rapper: “You say I’m backpack ’cause I don’t have a gat/Man, I just love life and I’m dealing with the facts/I’m young, I’m gifted, I’m beautiful, I’m black/And my mama didn’t raise no fool like that.” (“Murray’s Law,” “L.A.,” “Dark-Skinned White Girls”) — CH

Grade: B+

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Letters to the editor

equal time

Since you featured Rosalind Kurita in your March 9th cover story (“Pushing On”), it might be appropriate to feature Harold Ford Jr. in a future issue of the Flyer. Ford has bravely broken with the Bush administration on several recent issues. How about giving him some credit when he does something right?

Becki Barnhardt

Memphis

Editor’s note: The Flyer’s coverage of the race for senator from Tennessee has included several stories about Congressman Ford — and the other candidates — and it will continue do so throughout the campaign.

ETAs

I enjoyed John Branston’s City Beat, “Elvis, ETA’s and CKX,” in the March 9th issue. I don’t think that any of us should underestimate the brilliance of Robert F.X. Sillerman, since he is said to be an Elvis fan himself and, therefore, surely knows what Elvis fans want. Elvis tribute artists (ETAs) play an important role in the Elvis world. For the most part, these guys work very hard and are polished performers who only want to show their loyalty and admiration for the world’s greatest and most beloved entertainer.

I’ve met people of all ages, from many different countries, who knew nothing about Elvis until they saw an ETA in concert. It made them curious and now they are as devoted as the rest of us. Once they are here in Memphis, of course, they are going to spend their money and will return. ETAs help keep Elvis Presley’s legacy alive.

June Robertson

Memphis

Considering the massive investment Robert Sillerman has planned for Elvis Presley’s Graceland and the surrounding area, is it not time the Memphis City Council went ahead with my “Elvis Presley International Airport, Memphis” idea, as soon as possible?

I now have six grandaughters and a great-grandson, so the idea may persist for quite a while.

Maurice Colgan

Dublin, Ireland

Editor’s note: Mr. Colgan writes frequently and tirelessly regarding the renaming of the Memphis airport.

Pimpin’

One day when we’re all old or dead, our grandkids will chuckle condescendingly about how there was this big deal back in ’06 regarding a movie about a pimp and the entertainers who won an Oscar for a song in said movie.

Congratulations to Juicy J, DJ Paul, and Frayser Boy, not just for the Oscar but for a 10-year-plus career of interesting music and old-fashioned grindin’.

Will Ferrell

Memphis

Libertyland

I was glad to see the article about saving Libertyland (March 2nd issue), and I am encouraged that there is support for keeping the park operating.

I’m not a native Memphian, so it’s not nostalgia that caused the dismay I felt when I learned of its closing. It’s the fact that Libertyland provided a fun, affordable place for a family outing. When my grandson was a toddler and we first discovered it, I thought I’d found the best-kept secret in Memphis.

Each year when my grandson and I would go for the first time, he would run to the yardsticks to see what rides he had grown big enough to ride.

I urge everyone who cares about having an affordable, fun place in Memphis to take the family to contact their council representative. Let’s give Libertyland a chance to make a comeback.

Jane Ward

Memphis

Twenty years ago, a group of activist citizens took on city officials to save a vital, historic Memphis landmark: the Overton Park Shell. Now, another group of activists is doing a great job of making the public aware of the importance of saving a wonderful, historic park by creating an opportunity for the city to broker with a professional park-management firm that knows how to turn around a theme park.

The effort to save Libertyland is another example of how city officials don’t seem to appreciate Memphis history. Everyday Memphians are always the ones who get the ball rolling when it comes to historic preservation.

Randy Norwood

Memphis

Correction: A hyphen was inadvertently added to the Musician’s Advisory Council Web site in the March 9th issue. The correct address is MemphisMusicians.org.

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The GOP Does Its Thing

Face it: The conclave of Southern and Midwestern Republicans who just met at The Peabody for three days, attracting presidential candidates and big-time national media alike, are not as square around the edges as Democrats (who see themselves as the curators of cool) would like to believe.

The main public business of the Southern Republican Leadership Conference got under way Friday with a former governor of Tennessee, Lamar Alexander, playing “Love Me Tender” and “Memphis, Tennessee” on the piano and reached its climax, more or less, with Mike Huckabee, the governor of adjoining Arkansas (and one of the aforesaid presidential hopefuls), playing a hot and credible bass on “Free Bird” during a Saturday night jam session.

Oh, there was a plenary session on Sunday morning, with a gospel choir and Chattanooga congressman Zach Wamp speaking and a few other housekeeping details going on. But by then the event’s presidential straw-vote poll, first of the 2008 presidential campaign, was history, most of the attendant press had decamped, and the majority of SRLC delegates — from 35 states overall, as Tennessee senator Bill Frist had made a point of telling the home-state media on Friday morning — were somewhere between the check-out desk at their hotels and the check-in desk at the airport.

Anyhow, the real drama of the convention, such as it was, was played out between those first notes tickled by Alexander and the licks hit by Huckabee. Much oratory and a generous quantity of bloviating had ensued. Tons of barbecue and other comestibles underwent liquidation. And there had been the requisite amount of schmoozing and, if the testimony of South Carolina senator Lindsay Graham can be read between the lines, carousing.

Graham, a bachelor, was tousled and casually dressed when he showed up for his spot on the dais Saturday morning, in the wake of dour and moralistic musings by Kansas senator Sam Brownback, a social conservative. “That was one noble and high-minded speech,” Graham began. “Well, that part of the program’s over. We’re going to have real fun for a few minutes. And I’d appreciate less clapping, because my head hurts. I don’t know about y’all, but I stayed out way too late.”

Graham continued to stoke his audience with insider jokes, the 50-year-old senator suggesting at one point that if he followed all the precedents of his predecessor, the late centenarian Strom Thurmond, “my wife’ll get born sometime next year.”

Once he got going, though, Graham struck the same chords with his folksy drawl as almost everybody else who spoke, going somewhat lighter on anti-abortion rhetoric than Brownback, but sticking close to the party song-sheet on issues like tax cuts and tax credits and the planned elimination of the “death tax” (read: estate tax), “which is socialism.” Harping like most other party orators on the need for immigration reform, Graham cracked that “it’s harder for me to get my bags through the airport than it is for somebody to walk across the border.”

Like the other speakers, too, he pledged continued fealty to his admittedly down-in-the-polls party leader, President George W. Bush, whom he characterized as being “under siege” but insisted was “the Winston Churchill of our time,” especially in his determination to seek out Islamic terrorists everywhere and, in a flight of rhetoric that got the delegates on their feet, “capture ’em and kill ’em!”

So there it was: Graham’s brief sweep — like the other speakers at the tightly run weekend affair, he had roughly 15 minutes to do his thing — indicated some of the elements of a credo that, as he maintained, had brought the Republican Party in his lifetime from “nowhere to somewhere” in the South and made this region the “anchor of the party”: fiscal frugality, deregulation, border control, rally-round-the-flag rhetoric.

Add to that the celebration of conventional mores that most of the speakers poured on thick. Massachusetts governor Mitt Romney surprised many observers by coming down from what he described as “the bluest state in the Union” and finishing second to favorite-son Frist in the straw-vote poll. Part of that was due to Romney’s reported marshalling of a corps of College Republicans to inflate the vote, but his success may have owed as much to his denunciation of the gay unions recently declared legal by the judiciary in his state.

Marriage is about “the raising and nurturing of children,” insisted Romney, going on to declare, “Every child in America has the right to a mother and father.” And, to further indicate the extent to which he was on the side of the conservative angels, Romney added the crowd-pleasing non sequitur, “This country should never become the France of the 21st century!”

And every Republican eminence, without fail, celebrated the recent confirmation of a host of conservative federal judges, notably including Supreme Court justices John Roberts and Samuel Alito. Majority Leader Frist, in his sit-down session with members of the Tennessee media as the convention was getting under way, had cited that as his “single greatest accomplishment” the fact that, through last year’s eyeball-to-eyeball confrontation over the filibuster, he had been “able to right a court system that was terribly broken.”

In his own remarks to the delegates later that first morning, Frist’s Tennessee colleague Alexander would make the issue the centerpiece in his triad of Democratic misprisions — “higher taxes, liberal judges, and mediocre schools.”

And how did Democrats respond to all this? State party chairman Bob Tuke came down from Nashville and made himself available to the media, along with such local Democratic stalwarts as state senator Steve Cohen and county commissioner Deidre Malone.

“I fought the war in Vietnam, not in a bar in Alabama,” ex-Marine Tuke pointed out dryly in a dig at the current commander in chief. Tuke said the war in Iraq had been undermined by the “lack of people with military experience” in the Bush administration. “That’s why they’re pursuing the wrong strategy, have failed to see that the troops have armor, and have forced Guardsmen to endure endless extensions of duty. There’s an utter lack of sensitivity. They’ve cut veterans’ benefits and underfunded the V.A. and first responders and failed to provide for proper port security.”

And so on, in a perhaps telling catalog of reasons why, especially in the wake of the recent controversy over administration plans to lease ports to Arab emirates, Bush’s poll numbers have plummeted.

Republicans at the SRLC meeting took note of the poll problem, with several of them, like erstwhile party maverick John McCain of Arizona, himself riding high in the polls, using it as an opportunity to declare a need for party solidarity. Other Republicans — like Frist, who pointedly noted to reporters his role in putting the controversial port transfer on hold — declared a discreet distance from Bush, where necessary.

Here and there, other critics of the Bush administration made their play — like gay activist Jim Maynard, who led a group of protesters keeping a daily vigil across Union Avenue from The Peabody. But for the most part, the Republicans were able to showcase their cause (and the host city, for that matter) without much resistance. Leading Democratic officials, including mayors Willie Herenton (see Viewpoint, p. 19) and A C Wharton and Congressman Harold Ford Jr. made what amounted to courtesy calls during the three-day meet.

Some of the most telling rebuttals of the gospel preached at The Peabody, or at least of its chief priest in Washington, came, usually off-camera and off the page, from members of the respectably sized national media contingent in attendance. In reviewing the politics of straw-vote polls like the one held in Memphis, syndicated pundit Charlie Cook recalled candidate Bush “crashing and burning” during a Midwestern conclave of Republicans eight years ago. “It set him back at least six months,” said Cook.

And on Sunday morning, MSNBC’s Hardball host Chris Matthews, strolling around downtown in search of vintage Memphis architecture, confided to a group of autograph seekers that he’d had dinner with Bush just a month previously, and thought him a “nice guy” but one who was out of his element as president.

As for those who want to succeed Bush, home-stater Frist didn’t wow many onlookers with his speech on Saturday but did win the straw vote, with almost 37 percent of the nearly 1,500 votes cast. Romney made his surprising second-place showing with 14 percent, and third place was tied between Virginia senator George Allen and a vote of confidence for Bush himself. (McCain, still regarded with suspicion by party regulars despite his lofty popularity in most polls, floated the Bush vote in advance as a tactic, most observers thought, to distract attention from his own anticipated showing. He ended up with 4.6 percent.)

If nothing else, the Republicans in Memphis put on an impressive display of their range. Consider Huckabee: In addition to his demonstrated ability to do Skynyrd riffs, he’s a bona fide Baptist minister and a marathon runner who shed 110 pounds in something like a year’s time. With the 2006 off-year elections just ahead, Democrats have somewhat less time than that to work off their own dead weight and begin to play catch-up.

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Number One With a Bullet

“We’re still learning, but we’re very, very skilled and deep.”

Those 10 words from University of Memphis basketball coach John Calipari summarize his team. Spoken after Memphis all but clinched the Conference USA regular-season title by beating UTEP in late February, the statement is classic “good Cal,” in that it’s to the point, brash, without spin. (“Bad Cal” is delivered with a message — typically sharp — aimed at anyone from an opposing coach, to the NCAA selection committee, to a sportswriter.) Having won C-USA’s regular-season and tournament championship, the Tigers will face Oral Roberts as the top seed in the Oakland region (the first two rounds will be played in Dallas), the first time the U of M has ever entered the NCAA tournament as a number one.

But before we start speculating on just how grand March might be for the Tigers, let’s do a quick inventory on what was the program’s most fruitful regular season in over 20 years.

• Memphis has won 30 games for only the second time in the program’s history. (The 1984-85 squad won 31.)

• The Tigers reeled off a 15-game winning streak, the third longest in the program’s history.

• Memphis has been ranked in the top 10 since November 28th and in the top five since December 12th. This is the longest such run since the 1984-85 team spent the entire season in the top 10 (finishing at number 5).

• The Tigers won the Conference USA regular-season championship (its first such outright title since winning the 1995 Great Midwest crown) as well as its first conference tourney title since 1987.

• Senior Rodney Carney is C-USA’s Player of the Year. He could finish as high as third on the school’s all-time scoring list and is a likely second-team AP All-American.

All this is well and good. But what chance does this team have of reaching the Final Four? Whenever I deliberate over the Tigers’ hopes, I keep coming back to the same name: Joey Dorsey. And I feel like a Civil War general assessing his troops’ chances for the battle ahead: The flanks are powerful, but will the center hold?

The stars who should carry the U of M are Rodney Carney, Darius Washington, and Shawne Williams. As for supporting roles, Antonio Anderson and Chris Douglas-Roberts are a pair of versatile rookies with interchangeable virtues: defense, penetration, shooting, even rebounding. But Dorsey’s role is the one most difficult to support from the bench and represents the single most critical variable to a championship season: interior defense. On a team filled with higher-profile stars, Dorsey can be the most valuable player on the floor without scoring a point. (In NBA terms, think Detroit’s Ben Wallace.)

For a coach who preaches toughness, Dorsey is the barometer. “We’ve got to learn to play different ways against different teams,” says Calipari. “If it’s gonna be a physical game, you’ve gotta make the layups when you’re getting bumped. Every team we play is going to get rougher and more desperate.”

It’s been a mercurial season for the muscle-bound sophomore from Baltimore. Dorsey’s rejection of a dunk attempt by Duke’s Josh McRoberts in the season’s sixth game remains, in my eyes, the highlight of the season. It was a statement that Memphis — at Madison Square Garden, no less — was ready to play with the sport’s mightiest powers. During the season, Dorsey’s had six games with double figures in points and rebounds and blocked at least three shots in 12 games. He’s also thrown up some ugly stat lines: two points and a single rebound at East Carolina; the same totals at Marshall; no points and three boards against Southern Miss at home. The Tigers won all three of those games, but what happens if Dorsey’s a no-show against, say, UConn?

When the Tigers pulled away to win a home struggle with Tulsa February 25th, Calipari pointed to a player who had scored exactly two points as the difference-maker. “Joey was a monster at the end of the game,” said the coach. “Joey’s capable of that: blocking shots, coming up with loose balls. He made the three plays that won the game. Effort plays. That’s what we’ve been lacking a little bit.”

Dorsey acknowledges the work yet to be done in refining his game. “I’ve got to work on my footwork in the post,” he says. “I’ve got to stop my man from beating me on the offensive end. I get so down on myself when I get scored on.”

Dorsey missed most of the first half of the C-USA semifinals against Houston, after picking up a pair of fouls in the first five minutes. When he reentered the game with 17 minutes to play, the Tigers trailed the Cougars by five. When he returned to the bench seven minutes later, Memphis was up by four and would never trail again. “When he’s that good,” asked Calipari after the game, “how do you play us? We all see signs of Shaquille O’Neal, but the kid’s a sophomore. He’s still learning.”

Williams and Robert Dozier have been adept shot-blockers, but they’ve gained an advantage by guarding smaller players because Dorsey clogs the middle with his massive frame. When Dorsey gets in early foul trouble or fails to make an impact on defense, Memphis becomes a small team. Bottom line: The Tigers know who their stars are heading into the Big Dance, but Joey Dorsey is driving the limo.

While Dorsey’s role may be an off-the-radar factor as postseason play begins, the team’s depth cannot be overvalued. Consider the February 22nd showdown with UTEP, a nationally televised game against C-USA’s second best team. The Tigers’ top three players combined for nine points in the first half, yet Memphis led by eight. The starting point guard had exactly one assist for the game; the starting center but two rebounds. The best three-point shooter in U of M history missed all four of his long-range attempts. And Memphis whipped the Miners, 66-56.

The Tigers won because Douglas-Roberts hit seven of 10 field-goal attempts. The four players Calipari brought off his bench combined for 15 points, 11 rebounds, and three steals. On one occasion, the coach substituted four players on the same whistle. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen such a move in the college ranks where the players coming off the floor aren’t being punished. This was against the biggest threat Memphis would face for league supremacy. Calipari essentially showed UTEP coach Doc Sadler that the home team had two units that could beat him.

“I’ve never played on a team like this before,” says Carney. “If I don’t perform, Darius doesn’t perform, Shawne doesn’t perform — Chris steps up. And we pick it up on defense. That’s the way it’s been all season.” The Tigers have no fewer than five players who have scored at least 23 points in a game this season. Such a quantity of scoring threats is rare in the NBA, let alone the college ranks.

For much of the 2005-06 campaign, the Tigers’ toughest opponent has been themselves. If you know you need merely a B- to pass a course — against the likes of Southern Miss or Tulane — why bring your A game? Calipari knows his finest Memphis team will face its biggest test in the glare of the national spotlight over the next few weeks. He’s been there before and seems up for the battle.

“You’re coaching against human nature,” he says, “which is to let up. We have to set a higher standard. Let’s chase greatness. Will they be talking about this team 10, 15, 20 years from now? I know they still talk about the ’73 team here, 33 years later. Can we be one of those teams? Let’s chase that.”

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Record Roundup

Garrison Starr hasn’t lived in Memphis for nearly a decade, but she is residing a little closer to home these days — right down the music highway in Nashville. Co-produced by Brad Jones and Neilson Hubbard, Starr’s fifth album, The Sound of You and Me, is a rootsy, stripped-down affair that allows her to get to the heart of the matter with tracks like “No Man’s Land” and “Sing It Like a Victim.” It’s out on Vanguard Records this week; the Hi-Tone Café will host a release party for Starr on Thursday, March 30th, at 9 p.m.

That same night, former Oxford, Mississippi, resident — and power-pop kingpin — Tim Lee is slated to perform songs from his new disc, Concrete Dog, at the Buccaneer Lounge. The album, Lee’s third in five years, will be available in April on Fundamental Records.

“The game drove me out of my mind a decade ago,” says Lee, who shot to fame in the 1980s with The Windbreakers before emerging as a solo performer. “Now, I purely do this because I love to. Some people play golf, some go fishing. I make records.”

Lee’s Buccaneer gig will mark his first Bluff City appearance in more than two years. “I love Memphis,” he notes, happily adding, “it’s got Payne’s BBQ. What else do you need?”

For more on Lee, visit his Web site, TimLeeMusic.com.

Memphis native Megan Reilly has been living in Brooklyn, New York, for the better part of a decade, but she’ll never forget her Southern roots. “I miss the way of life there, sitting on the front porch and drinking coffee. Life definitely feels easier in Memphis,” Reilly says.

Nevertheless, the singer has effortlessly adapted to life in the Big Apple, forming an all-star indie band with guitarist Tim Foijahn (Cat Power), bassist Tony Maimone (Pere Ubu), keyboardist Eric Morrison (Home), and drummer Steve Goulding (The Mekons). Last spring, the quintet laid down the 10 tracks that would comprise Reilly’s second CD, Let Your Ghost Go, which will be released March 21st on Carrot Top Records.

“I had to overcome the insecurity of writing songs and playing them for the band’s feedback. I want my songs to be good. I want them to mean something. But I’m becoming more sure of what I’m trying to do,” Reilly says of the new album, which consists of six new compositions, a reprisal of her song “Blackhearted,” and covers of Dylan’s “The Wedding Song” and Phil Lynott’s “Little Girl in Bloom.”

To learn more, go to MeganReilly.com.

Who could’ve guessed that Justice Naczycz would follow up his first album, Water for the Withered Root, with such a full-on rock project like The Secret Service‘s The Service Is Spectacular?

Yet, as Naczycz explains, the Secret Service — his band with guitarist Steve Selvidge, bassist Mark Stuart, and drummer John Argroves — has its roots in the live acoustic sessions built around his 2003 solo record. “For our first rock gig, we practiced twice,” he reveals. “We were like kids hanging out in our rooms learning Iron Maiden and Van Halen songs.”

The Secret Service’s music — laden with starts, stops, and changes galore, a la ’70s powerhouses like Thin Lizzy and Alice Cooper — is, Naczycz says, a reaction to jam bands.

“Steve, Mark, and John can do anything,” he raves. “I’m like the third-best guitarist in the group. Singing with them is like doing karaoke with the greatest band in the world.”

Although it’s only March, the self-released The Service Is Spectacular already has my vote for album of the year. Recorded at Jim Dickinson‘s Zebra Ranch Studio with Kevin Houston engineering (overdubs were done with Pete Matthews at Ardent) and mixed at Ardent, the record boasts sly songwriting, first-class musicianship, and crisp production. Songs like “Cold Sparkles,” “Good Love and a Heart Attack,” and “Milkshake,” which the group hijacked from Chicago rockers MOTO, sound as timeless as “The Boys Are Back in Town” or “Eighteen.”

Mark your calendars for next Saturday, March 25th, when the Secret Service host a CD-release party at Young Avenue Deli, with Mouse Rocket opening. For more information, visit the group’s MySpace page at MySpace .com/TheServiceIsSpectacular.

Also new in the bins: Jimmy DavisCampfire Songs, an Arma Secreta full-length, and new MADJACK releases from The Tennessee Boltsmokers, Eric Lewis & Andy Ratliff, and Cory Branan.

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No Doubt

The last time Nick Hornby was in Memphis, he went to Graceland, and he went to Sun. It was 2001. When he’s back in Memphis (sponsored in part by the Marcus W. Orr Center for the Humanities at the U of M), he wants to make another stop: Soulsville USA. And no wonder. He’s the author of High Fidelity, and Stax is a studio in a city that “looms large” in Hornby’s imagination. He said so in a recent phone interview from his office in London. And he added: “I’m working on a couple of screenplays, one with Emma Thompson. But it’s a very slow process, because when I’m not doing something, she is. I’m writing a young-adult novel too.”

Flyer: Your latest novel, A Long Way Down … Johnny Depp bought the movie rights in 2005?

Hornby: Yeah. He’s in the process of appointing a writer. As in everything involved in the film world, it seems to take an unconscionably long time. It makes me very grateful for books. You sit down and write them. Somebody publishes them.

When it comes to film versions of your work, youre hands-off, arent you? Thats a healthy attitude.

It feels healthy. It certainly keeps me sane.

You didnt mind then that the film High Fidelity was moved from London to Chicago and the film Fever Pitch was moved from London to Boston?

No, not at all. The fact that High Fidelity worked for an American audience showed that it’s not actually very much to do with nationality. It’s more connected with a certain age and mindset. What pleased me with High Fidelity was that it became something personal for the guys who adapted it. They’d grown up in Chicago, and so it became a movie about them in the same way the book was partly about me. That’s the best you can hope for in an adaptation.

And now High Fidelity is being turned into a stage musical.

That’s right. These New Yorkers got hold of the rights. I’m curious about it, the progress of it. They clearly know what they’re doing. If it gets to Broadway in November, which is the idea, I’d very much like to be there.

You write a monthly column in The Believer magazine, a column about the books youve bought and the books youre reading. Its heartening to hear about the books you cant finish.

I really enjoy that column. It’s helpful to examine why we read the books we do; what stops us from reading the books we’ve started. It’s an incredibly rich and complicated area — the subject of reading.

But you also wrote in March that you’re sorry to say that the column is making only medium-sized inroads into the American consciousness.Thats a surprise, given your popularity.

People are nice, but The Believer‘s a pretty “niche” magazine. I don’t imagine that thousands of people not on your two coasts are reading it.

Youve also stated that youre more at home with American fiction than you are with British fiction.Yeah, it’s the literature I feel the most affinity with, because American fiction has its roots in popular culture. Even America’s first, great novels are about different kinds of people. I’m comfortable with the notion that you can write an intelligent novel about people who are maybe not educated, for example. I think a lot of British literary people still have a problem with that idea, “incredible” as that may sound.

Care to comment then on the brouhaha over last years Booker Prize winner, John Banvilles very literary The Sea?

Uh … I haven’t read it. I get the sense it wouldn’t be for me.

Do you see a lot of live music?

Not much. But the band Marah … I see them a lot, about 12 times in the past 18th months. [Note: You can see them too at the Hi-Tone March 24th.] We do a show together now. [Note: You can see Marah and Hornby at Proud Larrys in Oxford March 25th.] We’ve concocted something that … well, it works for us.

Weve touched on the books you buy. What about the music you buy?

The idea of a fossilized CD collection is not something that appeals to me. I buy new music all the time.

Such as.

The new record by Cat Power. It could be my record of the year, so far. It’s lovely. And of course, it’s got those Memphis musicians on it.

I have to ask you about Arsenal, the London soccer team you described so memorably in the memoir Fever Pitch. Hows their season?

As of today, good. You know Arsenal?

From Fever Pitch, yes. Their season, no.

They just had a very big European match against Real Madrid, and they won, very unexpectedly. Actually, though, they’ve been a bit of a shambles this year.

This year … You wrote in The Believer that youve entered 2006 on a self-doubtingnote. How? Youre working on two screenplays and another novel. High Fidelity is being turned into a stage musical slated for Broadway. And Johnny Depp has the movie rights to your last novel. Youre on a self-doubtingnote?

I’m full of self-doubt all the time.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Looking for Boxty

“I always open the menu with trepidation,” says Irish-American chef Margaret Johnson, author of six cookbooks on Irish cooking, including The Irish Pub Cookbook.

She’s talking about Irish-themed restaurants. “[Even if] you put an ‘o’ on Buffalo chicken wings, I don’t care how you slice it, they’re still just Buffalo wings!”

Johnson, who traveled here as a guest chef when Memphis In May honored Ireland in 2005, explains, “A country that suffers through a famine never really gets the chance to develop a culinary legacy.”

Things are changing, however. “In the 1990s,” Johnson says, “Irish chefs realized they had to catch up with the times. Now, the economy there is the fastest-growing in Europe. Everything is ultramodern, and the food scene is undergoing a natural evolution.”

Because of this evolution, Johnson says Irish pub owners could easily devise an all-Irish menu that would please 90 percent of their American customers.

“Every chef has a great potato recipe,” Johnson says. “The boxty is a popular potato cake that can be made many different ways. Some people use leftover mashed potatoes. Others use cooked and grated potatoes, and others use raw potatoes so it looks like a latke.”

Corned beef, she states emphatically, is not authentic Irish cuisine.

Memphians hoping to find the pot of gold at the end of the culinary rainbow can go to Cooper-Young’s Celtic Crossing or visit Dan McGuinness’ East Memphis or Peabody Place locations, where menus featuring potato soups, fish sandwiches, and hearty rib-eyes aim for authenticity.

“We did a lot of research,” says Dan McGuinness general manager Jody Clark. “We found a degreed chef who was born and raised in Ireland, Rita Burk, and retained her help for the initial recipes here.”

Of Dan McGuinness’ menu items, which include Scotch eggs, bangers and mash, cod battered in Harp lager, and beef tips marinated in Guinness stout, Clark notes that “a good 60 percent is true Irish cooking, while we’ve Americanized the other 40 percent. Our chef, Victor Banks, worked directly with Rita.”

At Celtic Crossing, Amanda Naylor, an Irishwoman raised in London, heads the kitchen, baking soda bread fresh daily and churning out genuine Irish faves like boxty crepes, potato and leek soup, battered-and-fried cod with Galway tartar sauce, and the “Delicious Dublin Duo,” which is shrimp wrapped in Irish bacon that is served with a tangy Guinness sauce.

“I make the soda bread in huge batches in about 15 minutes every morning,” says Naylor, “and then it takes about two hours to bake. I don’t get homesick, but I like the Irish breakfast. The bangers and rashers [sausage and bacon] definitely remind me of home.”

Most Irish food, she says, is comparable to soul food because both are essentially country cooking.

“I think Irish cooking has a reputation for being very bland, but by mixing it with an American influence, I’m able to make it more exciting,” she adds.

On St. Patrick’s Day, Naylor expects to pull a long shift, serving up hot plates for her fellow countrymen and American celebrants alike. “I’ll be here all day, coordinating the whole structure of the kitchen,” she says, “making sure the food’s going out quickly and hot.”

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“Lord God” Bird Has Skeptics

According to The New York Times, David Sibley, one of the nation’s premier ornithologists, is a now a nonbeliever in the existence of the ivory-billed woodpecker, which some scientists claim has been spotted several times in eastern Arkansas.

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Disco Geography

Disco Geography
You remember Sylvester, the cross-dressing disco diva responsible for “You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real).” Well, the story goes that Sylvester was scheduled to perform in Memphis in 1979. He joined his mother Letha and sister Bernadette for a family reunion in Arkansas. Then he and Bernadette decided to drive to Memphis “It was so dark out there in the country that you couldn’t see your hand in front of you, and Memphis after midnight wasn’t much brighter. Driving through the city, they thought they were the last people on earth. They made a U-turn and headed back over the Colorado River …”
The Colorado River? Joshua Gamson is the Yale-trained sociologist turned author of The Fabulous Sylvester, a new biography of the singer from Picador and the source for the above quote. Don’t know what the sociology department at Yale teaches, but it ain’t geography.

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V for Victory

There are three works that are largely credited with bringing comic books out of the spandex-hero ghetto and into mainstream acceptance as a serious art form: Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns and two works by Alan Moore, The Watchmen and V for Vendetta.

The Dark Knight Returns served as Tim Burton’s inspiration for his Batman movie, which, for better or worse, ushered in the modern comic-book flick. Many have tried to film The Watchmen, only to have the unfilmable project collapse. Now screenwriters Andy and Larry Wachowski, flush with clout after The Matrix trilogy, have succeeded in bringing V for Vendetta to the big screen. But Moore, feeling rightly burned after the debacle that was The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, has prominently and adamantly disassociated himself from the film. The famously willful and aggressively strange writer, considered by many to be the kind of genius that comes along once in a generation, is probably going to wish he had allowed his name in the credits alongside artist David Lloyd, because V for Vendetta has survived the transition to the big screen with its bite intact.

Set in a post-apocalyptic Britain ruled by a fascist government — recognizable for its red and black color scheme and for the fact that the leader appears to his cabinet on the big screen from the Macintosh 1984 commercial — the movie begins with Evey (Natalie Portman) being saved from the clutches of the abusive secret police (“Fingermen”) by a Guy-Fawkes-mask-wearing antihero (Hugo Weaving) who goes by the codename V and proceeds to wreak epic explosive mayhem to the tune of the 1812 Overture.

The character is Batman’s mirror image — an anarchist who lives in an abandoned underground station surrounded by the artifacts of culture banned under the current regime. Naturally, the powers-that-be label him a terrorist and bring the full power of the total surveillance state to bear against him. The film’s excellent second act juggles the efforts of Detective Finch (Stephen Rea) to track down the “terrorist” and V’s plan to eliminate everyone who knows his true identity — who are coincidentally the same people responsible for his transformation into anti-superhero. Moore fans will find many of the original’s gags and digressions intact (the “Valerie” subplot appears practically verbatim; even the rat hole in Evey’s cell has been lovingly reproduced), but the chronology has been scrambled and the ending given major (and not entirely successful) surgery.

But the changes ultimately don’t matter. This is far and away the best film the Wachowskis have made. Matrix fans expecting a CGI “whoa!”-fest will instead get a dark meditation on the Enlightenment question of the state versus the individual. The Wachowskis’ penchant for sermonizing exposition, which overwhelmed the second and third Matrix movies, works much better when they have something relevant to talk about.

A lot of people are going to hate this movie, and most of them will be on the right side of the political spectrum. The Internet brownshirts have already been loosed, and V’s C4 suicide belt will provide ready ammunition. But seeing Natalie Portman waterboarded and a Bill O’Riley lookalike as the mouthpiece of dictatorship should give audiences plenty to talk about as they drive home after their popcorn munch. William Burroughs said, “Success will write apocalypse across the sky,” and as the film’s closing image of exploding fireworks suggests, success is spelled with a V.