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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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Film Features Film/TV

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.

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Neil Young looks back in a fine concert film.

On his best album, 1978’s Rust Never Sleeps, Neil Young famously asserted that it’s better to burn out than fade away. But his surprisingly good new concert film, Neil Young: Heart of Gold, suggests the opposite: Maybe fading away is the way to go after all.

Crisply directed by Jonathan Demme (best known for The Silence of the Lambs but more relevantly the director of the classic Talking Heads concert flick Stop Making Sense), the elegiac Heart of Gold is a fantastically realized concert film.

Shot over the course of two concerts in August 2005 at Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium, Heart of Gold documents the “world premiere” of Young’s most recent album, Prairie Wind, which was written and recorded in Nashville only days before Young went into surgery for a potentially fatal brain aneurysm.

Fittingly, the music on Prairie Wind — gentle folk-rock in the vein of 1972’s Heart of Gold, which was also cut in Nashville — is meditative and personal, the sound of a 60-year-old man taking stock of his life.

I had my doubts about Heart of Gold going in: I’m a Young fan, but Prairie Wind is not among his very best records and I wasn’t sure if I cared to watch him perform the album in its entirety, as the film promised. The concept seemed to assume a significance that Prairie Wind couldn’t support. But Young and Demme pull it off.

The film opens with segments shot largely in the backs of cars and cabs as Young and his band drive through Nashville, presumably en route to the Ryman.

But Demme quickly gets to the concert itself, looking up at the stage from an audience viewpoint as curtains part and Young and his band launch into the album. Demme and cinematographer Ellen Kuras hold this shot for a few moments, then zoom in, introducing a vocabulary of tighter shots and different angles. The camera never leaves the stage again, not even for crowd-reaction shots, instead working its way into the music, following the flow of sound gracefully, underscoring every bass line or backing vocal.

The result is a case study in how to shoot a musical performance, an act of filmmaking that taps into the joy of collective musical creation. And this fits the tone and message of Young’s music, which is about abiding rather than burning out, about a full life in the company of family and friends.

The final third of the concert moves past Prairie Wind into a batch of familiar “greatest hits” all in the same musical vein, songs like “Old Man,” “I Am a Child,” and, of course, “Heart of Gold.” But it’s a testament to both Young and Demme that these performances of familiar favorites are less captivating than the seemingly minor recent work that the film is meant to celebrate. Here’s hoping Young has lots of music left in him. But if not, Neil Young: Heart of Gold would make for a fitting valedictory.

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Opinion

CITY BEAT: God and Mammon

“Ungodly” is the
latest count against news reporters in the indictments handed up last week by
Ophelia Ford and Willie Herenton.

Pending further
investigation and consultation with attorneys, defendants have not made their
pleas. Besides, sources say more charges may be forthcoming. The ungodly media
is not the only story. The real indictment is missing a story or getting the
story incomplete an ungodly number of times. I was reminded of one such instance
last week when I got a call from developer Waymon “Jackie” Welch Jr.

I met Welch
several years ago when he was selling land along Winchester and Germantown Road
in southeastern Shelby County. He was well known to local politicians and
homebuilders as a force in suburban development and county school site
selection, but he was less well known to the public because suburban sprawl and
the location of new schools were not as widely covered in the local media as
they are today. You can prove this by searching those terms on the Internet.

In 2000, Welch and his partners made a bold move. They bought a choice piece of
land on the north side of Poplar Avenue east of Germantown Baptist Church for a
subdivision of 129 lots called Devonshire Gardens. What was unusual about it was
that the lots were priced from $165,000 to $210,000 apiece, and the houses were
expected to sell for $1 million — a subdivision of million-dollar homes.

Shortly after
that, the Internet bubble burst, and the Nasdaq stock market index went from
5,000 to 1,600. Then 9/11 happened. Welch had sold nine lots. I wrote a story in
which I quoted him saying, with some irony, “All I need is 120 more
millionaires,” and I speculated that he might not get them.

It now looks like
he will. Last week he called to tell me he had nearly sold out his inventory of
lots at Devonshire Gardens. When we drove through the subdivision this week,
mansions stood where there had been vacant lots and ravines and stakes with
little flags on them a few years ago.

“The biggest
problem when I started this was the sticker price,” Welch explained. “It turned
off the builders. They didn’t believe you could sell lots at that price unless
they were on an acre of land. When individuals drove through and didn’t see any
activity, they were reluctant to buy. Then the bankers were worried. They wanted
to know why there wasn’t any activity on that $10 million loan they had up
here.”

Needless to say, the housing market and the economy recovered, interest rates on
home mortgages dropped to historic lows, the wealth migration to Germantown and
Collierville accelerated, St. George’s Day School started a high school next
door to Devonshire, and the lots that didn’t sell for a year at $200,000 now
sell for $240,000.

The million-dollar
home is no longer the rarity in Shelby County that it was seven or eight years
ago. The Shelby County Assessor’s office says there are 638 of them.
Technically, Devonshire Gardens has not lived up to Welch’s billing as a
subdivision of million-dollar homes. I found a nice five-bedroom, four-bath job
for sale for a mere $739,000. And with 17 lots unsold, my skepticism may not
have been entirely off base.

But I’ll concede I
was a false prophet on the whole subject of big money.

In 2001, I thought
housing prices couldn’t go much higher in Germantown and Collierville and
downtown. They did. I thought luxury SUVs and Hummers were a fad. They weren’t.
I thought bench-warming ballplayers couldn’t continue to command $3 million
salaries. Now they get $5 million. I thought CEO pay packages of $2 million
couldn’t go much higher. They now top $10 million.

After 9/11 and Enron and the start of the war in Iraq, I and other reporters
gulped too much of that crap about America being changed forever and
accountability and downsizing. We’re in the dark about God and the political
careers of Ford and Herenton. But what we really don’t get is Mammon.

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VIEWPOINT: Mayor Agonistes

Lo and behold, Mayor Willie Herenton,
beleaguered or not, is back on the mountaintop.

So I found out last Friday night, when the
mayor, accompanied by Convention and Visitors Bureau head Kevin Kane, showed up
in the lobby of The Peabody on the fringe of a milling crowd of Republicans here
for the weekend’s Southern Republican Leadership Conference.

After he’d beckoned us over, I introduced
the mayor to Jennifer Duffy and Charlie Cook, two pundits who collaborate on a
respected and nationally syndicated political column. Although Herenton’s
principal motive had seemingly been to make sure I noticed the “Frist Is My
Leader” sticker he was wearing, he quickly rose to the bait when told that Duffy
agreed with me that 9th District congressman Harold Ford Jr. had good chances of
being elected to the Senate this fall.

The mayor would have none of it. Shrugging
off the snowball effect of an unprecedented degree of national media attention
to Ford, Herenton said, “People who live outside Tennessee, they don’t have a
damn vote.”

People, he went on, are persuaded by
“ideology — where the country is and where the country needs to go.” He recalled
advising optimistic supporters of Democrat John Kerry in 2004: “I don’t give a
damn what y’all say. Bush is going to win the election.”

Maybe the mayor, considered at least a
nominal Democrat, was absorbing the vibes of all those nearby Republicans,
because he went on to remind us that he’d supported GOP candidate Lamar
Alexander for the Senate in 2002. And when Bob Corker, another Republican
senatorial hopeful, happened by, he managed to translate Duffy’s salutary
prognosis about Ford into the teasing — and misleading — statement, “She’s not

for
you.”

As others came and went, joining our group,
Herenton shifted into reflections on his forthcoming 2007 reelection bid. “Who
can beat me?” he asked rhetorically.

Somewhat later, the mayor segued into an
attack on the “atheist” members of the media who had, he suggested, been ill
equipped to understand embattled state senator Ophelia Ford’s statement last
week that God himself may have tapped her to be a candidate.

“I am a man of faith. I believe God calls
people for special missions,” Herenton said in words that recalled his own
claims at a well-remembered New Year’s Day prayer breakfast in 2004. He likened
himself to David: “Why me? All I do is tend the sheep?” Continuing to deplore
the media’s “disconnect” on the subject of religion, Herenton went on to defend
the spirited “holy dance” he performed in church recently, a video portion of
which turned up on various detractors’ Web sites.

The background of that, as the mayor
explained it, was his near-escape, “by inches,” from a fast-traveling car as he
crossed a street adjoining LeMoyne-Owen College recently. “If the car had hit
me, it would have mangled my body. So when I went to church, I said, for
whatever reason, God has spared me.” Thus the dance — one of praise and release.

Herenton went on to recall a Flyer
profile I’d written in 1999, as he stood poised on the brink of what would turn
out to be a resounding mayoral victory over an assortment of well-known
opponents.

“Still the Man,” that article had been
headed. The mayor smiled broadly as he recalled and savored the title and as he
remembered a photograph mentioned in the article — one that still adorns a wall
of his penthouse office at City Hall. The photo shows him standing triumphant on
a crowded stage at The Peabody on Election Night 1991.
   

The upset winner of that epochal year had
borne the same infinitely elated, broad grin that the older version of Willie
Herenton sported now as he recalled a further significant detail from the
photograph: “There I was, and Harold Ford was behind me.” This was the senior
Harold Ford, father of the present congressman and a man considered Herenton’s
great rival for power back then, even as the currently serving Ford is often now
deemed the mayor’s chief rival for public attention.

“Harold Ford behind me!” Willie Herenton repeated. And it sounded like a
religious affirmation all by itself.

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POLITICS: 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 performing 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, say, 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 Marshall’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 Senators 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 catalogue 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 himself,
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 on the other side of 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. Such leading
Democratic officials as mayors Willie Herenton 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 for the three days. In reviewing the politics of
straw-vote polls like the one held in Memphis by The National Journal‘s
Hotline, 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, 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 1500 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 on his own.)

If nothing else, the Republicans on display in Memphis put
on an impressive display of their range. Consider Huckabee: in addition to his
demonstrated ability to do Skynnyrd 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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