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Music Record Reviews

Olé! Tarantula-Robyn Hitchcock & the Venus 3

Since his punk-wave debut in 1976 with his band the Soft Boys, Robyn Hitchcock has faithfully followed in the sardonic footsteps of lyrical wits such as Lou Reed, Syd Barrett, Bob Dylan, and John Lennon. With Olé! Tarantula, Hitchock returns to his wickedly addictive Brit-pop roots. In doing so, he demonstrates a close kinship with more modern alt-rock darlings such as Guided By Voices and the Flaming Lips. The result sounds like the total fulfillment of the Soft Boys’ psychedelic promises and may be the best effort yet from an artist not known for turning in shabby work. Olé! Tarantula is a positively Shakespearean meditation on birth, sex, a little more sex, death, and decay. It begins with a rave-up about ancient mummies discovered in craters and other images lifted from the pages of Fangoria. Ten vividly surreal tracks later, it fades away with the lipstick-smear portrait of a New York Doll. Everything in between is simply wonderful.

— Chris Davis

Grade: A

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News The Fly-By

Fly on the Wall

No, You Di’n’t!

Congratulations are in order for Memphis’ only professional resident company theater, Playhouse on the Square, recently awarded one of the first American licenses to perform Jerry Springer, The Opera. The British hit marries the musical performance tropes of traditional opera with all the finger-waving jackassery of Springer’s incomprehensibly popular talk show. Yes, somebody thinks they’re all that. Yes, grills are “gotten up in.” And, yes, Jerry sings a little show tune in hell.

Unfortunately, we’ll all have to wait for this award-winning, (e)schatological blend of highest art and lowest brow. Jerry Springer, the Opera will open Playhouse on the Square’s 38th season August 10, 2007.

The K.O. Ho?

Congratulations are in order for Mike Tyson, as well. In 2002, it seemed as though the pugilist’s career was over. Thanks to his rape conviction, a taste for Evander Holyfield’s ear, and other unsavory stuff, the Nevada Boxing Commission refused to license Iron Mike to fight. As a result, he had to come all the way to Memphis to get his bell rung by Lennox Lewis. Now the former heavyweight champ is looking to make a major career shift.

According to MemphisRap.com, Tyson has been tapped to be the, um, big attraction at Heidi’s Stud Farm, a 60-acre brothel for women in Pahrump, Nevada, operated by Hollywood madam Heidi Fleiss.

If, for some reason, Tyson is barred from, um, performing in Nevada, longtime operators of the Pyramid say a concert or other major event is being considered for some time in February.

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Opinion The Last Word

The Rant

There’s been so much in print about how Daddy

41’s people are back in the saddle, I was terrified when I saw a photo

of Dan Quayle among the pack. If they’ve called back Dan Quayle to lend intellectual heft, we’re all dead ducks. Fortunately, it was just a file picture of Quayle with the old team.

It does seem that we may be going back to the typical modus operandi of Dubya. Poppy Bush has helped Junior out of the Vietnam War, his failures in the oil business, and other efforts all of his “adult” life.

Unfortunately for us and for the world, the people from the first Bush administration who initially joined this administration were Dick Cheney and Don Rumsfeld. Not exactly the most diplomatic, forward-looking, helpful people to be guiding Dubya.

During the first Gulf War, Bush 41 and his administration knew what it would be like if they tried to take Baghdad — and opted not to go in. Now, the more sober-headed people from that administration are moving in to try to clean up the mess Junior made in his Iraq excursion.

Meanwhile, let us bid farewell and adieu to Brother Donald Rumsfeld, who is so full of wisdom he does not seem to be able to apply it. As a parting gift, here are some of his classic quotes:

1. “If you develop rules, never have more than 10.”

2. “Don’t think of yourself as indispensable or infallible. As Charles De Gaulle said, the cemeteries of the world are full of indispensable men.”

3. “Needless to say, the president is correct. Whatever it was he said.”

4. “I don’t do quagmires.”

5. “I don’t do diplomacy.”

6. “I don’t do foreign policy.”

7. “I don’t do predictions.”

8. “I don’t do numbers.”

9. “I don’t do book reviews.”

10. “Don’t divide the world into ‘them’ and ‘us.’ Avoid infatuation with or resentment of the press, the Congress, rivals or opponents. Accept them as facts. They have their jobs, and you have yours.”

11. “Don’t say, ‘The White House wants.’ Buildings can’t want.”

12. “If I know the answer, I’ll tell you the answer. And if I don’t, I’ll just respond cleverly.”

13. “I believe what I said yesterday. I don’t know what I said, but I know what I think, and, well, I assume it’s what I said.”

In fact, I’m rather going to miss Rumsfeld’s Zen-like nuggets of wisdom, the most famous of which is probably about the known unknowns and the unknown unknowns:

“As we know, there are known knowns. There are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns. That is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns, the ones we don’t know we don’t know.”

According to Newsweek, Air Force secretary Jim Roche went to Rumsfeld early on and said, “Don, you do realize that Iraq could be another Vietnam.”

Replied Rummy: “Vietnam? You think you have to tell me about Vietnam? Of course it won’t be Vietnam. We are going to go in, overthrow Saddam, get out. That’s it.”

I don’t know what happened to that excellent plan, but I would like to know who knew it was unknowable.

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Music Record Reviews

Public Warning-Lady Sovereign

The self-described “biggest midget in the game,” Lady Sovereign is a white, female, British MC making her bid for mainstream U.S. success with a debut full-length commissioned for Def Jam by Jay-Z himself. Surprisingly, it’s the “white” part of that high concept that seems definitive. Lady Sov’s snottiness, self-deprecation, asides, and sound effects all signify Eminem more than, say, Missy Elliott (who guests) or Dizzee Rascal. But her beats (cheap and grimy) and references (Run the Road, Girls Aloud, Guinness, “Big up Oliver Twist, letting us know the nitty gritty of what London really is”) remain mostly English, which means that, in the unlikely event she crosses over, it’ll be on her own terms. Massive sonic exception: “Random,” which adds some Virginia Beach bottom to her great 2005 indie hit. (“Random,” “Love Me or Hate Me Remix,” “Fiddle With the Volume”)

— Chris Herrington

Grade: B+

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Letters To The Editor Opinion

Letters to the Editor

Gay Marriage

By adopting a constitutional ban on gay unions, Tennessee has forever preempted the power of activist judges to override the moral will and wisdom of the people.

Tennesseans may now also want to consider legal remedies for two other grave threats to the sacred institution of marriage: the alarming rate of divorce and the increasingly common practice among heterosexuals of cohabiting out of wedlock.

Two proposals might thus present themselves: One would absolutely prohibit divorce; the other would invoke the Old Testament sanction against adultery. In the latter case, however, shooting those found guilty of adultery would be more humane than stoning them to death.

M.L. Wilson

Memphis

Bianca Phillips’ article on Amendment One (November 2nd issue) was concise and informative. Both sides of the argument were presented, but the comments made by state senator David Fowler were close-minded and offensive. He said that legalization of gay marriage would create problems for employers, landlords, insurance companies, and others with a moral or religious opposition to it.

I believe a ban on same-sex marriage is a violation of the separation of church and state. We cherish our freedoms of speech, religion, and assembly. No true American would vote to deny or oppress any of those freedoms. Hopefully, someday, voters will realize that denying someone the rights and benefits associated with marriage because of a religious viewpoint is a gross injustice.

I hope this senseless discrimination is stopped and the nation begins to respect the lifestyles of others, even if they don’t agree with them.

Mitch Campbell

Cordova

St. Louis Spirit

Frank Murtaugh’s story about his dad and the St. Louis Cardinals (“St. Louis Spirit,” November 9th issue) brought tears to my eyes.

It took me back to 1968, when I was 9 years old. My dad took me to my first professional baseball game in St. Louis. Little did I know that the team I saw that day would go on to win the World Series. That summer vacation was a young boy’s dream come true.

Since then, my dad and I have enjoyed watching many more World Series games. This year, my dad took ill, and we watched the series in his hospital room at the VA hospital. It was the last time my dad and I would watch together. He passed away on October 6th.

Thanks again to Murtaugh for sharing his story and for bringing back great memories for me.

Theodore R. Brown

Memphis

Fox News

Fox News, the preferred news of most Republicans, has finally come out of the closet. Some of us are aware that Fox is the only news outlet that hires former GOP hacks. In fact, Roger Ailes, the head of Fox News, was a dirty trickster during the Nixon years. When President Bush needed a new voice, he hired “Tony Snow-Job” from Fox. Tony was a GOP speech writer before Fox hired him.

Now that the election is over, Fox will continue to be the propaganda arm of the Republican Party. Of course, profits are still needed to keep the propaganda flowing. So Rupert Murdoch, the power behind the smiling Fox News faces, has decided to pay O.J. Simpson millions for a television show about his new book, If I Did It.

There are two reasons for this. First, it will create huge profits for Fox, and second, it will help to divert attention from the corruption that has permeated our government. With the Democrats in power, the Republicans will no longer be able to cover up their own corruption, so it’s Fox’s job to create a diversion.

Jack Bishop

Cordova

Completely Different

“And now for something completely different!” I don’t remember where that phrase came from (Monty Python?), but it certainly applies to the article by “Angelina Rolie” on Memphis’ roller derby girls (“Derby Days,” November 16th issue).

It was great to read about something “completely different.” It restored my faith in Memphis that something so off-the-wall yet so obviously vibrant can be created here. Thanks. It made my day.

Amy Moore

Memphis

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

15 Years and Still Wacky

Automatic Slim’s Tonga Club celebrates its 15th anniversary this Friday with music by the Coolers, the restaurant’s former house band, with the Wild Magnolias as the opening act. Diners can order off the original menu and pay the prices from 1991, when dishes were in the $9 to $16 range and had peculiar names such as the Cowboy Travis Steak.

Although Automatic Slim’s actual anniversary date was on July 18th, owner Karen Carrier chose not to celebrate it then because she felt that too many people would be on summer vacation and thus wouldn’t get a chance to be part of the party. Then, just three weeks ago, it occurred to Carrier that many of those people would be in town for Thanksgiving, so the party was on.

What was Automatic Slim’s like 15 years ago? “Crazy. It was just crazy,” says Carrier. “People literally went nuts. The Coolers played every Saturday, and when they started playing, the restaurant transformed into a wild nightclub in a matter of minutes,” Carrier remembers. “The band had this thing they called the ‘love train.’ Everybody would jump up and start dancing, and people danced out the door up on Second, around the block, down on Union, and back to the restaurant — partying like that until 2 a.m.”

In 1991, you better believe that there was nothing like Slim’s downtown, much less Memphis. The menu reflected an eclectic mix of Southern, South of the Border, Asian, and Cajun/Caribbean cooking: a seemingly tame corn chowder served with grated cheese and roasted poblano peppers ($2); coconut mango shrimp that has since made its way from menu to menu to menu for 15 years and is still one of the restaurant’s top sellers ($6.75); the Caribbean Voodoo Stew, described as an island bouillabaisse ($13.95); and the Huachinanga, a whole crispy red snapper with marinated tomato, red onions, and jalapenos ($15.95).

The restaurant’s interior was recently revamped with a newly designed mezzanine by Wayne Edge, new seating (except for the oh-so-loved bar stools), lighting, and a stage for the bands (finally!).

Over the past 15 years, Automatic Slim’s has become a downtown institution, and Carrier has since put what a reviewer called her “ingenious, wacky, and very dedicated” mark on Cielo, the Beauty Shop, and DŌ. What patrons find at the restaurant could be described as wacky and eccentric, but Automatic Slim’s remained consistent in its eccentricity for 15 years. Now, if that isn’t a reason to celebrate …

Automatic Slim’s way back when

Automatic Slim’s Tonga Club’s 15th Birthday Party is Friday, November 24th. Dinner service starts at 5 p.m.; live music starts at 9:30 p.m. and continues, as Carrier puts it, “’til the cows come home.”

Automatic Slim’s Tonga Club,

83 S. Second (525-7948)

From an August 1991 Flyer review of Automatic Slim’s by Tim Sampson:

“This restaurant is like a cross between Pee Wee’s Playhouse and a chic island getaway where Truman Capote might have jotted cocktail-napkin notes for his Martinique-set story Music for Chameleons.

“As far as I’m concerned, the city can build all the Pyramids, trolley lines, and revamped Mid-America Malls it cares to, but it’s little, innovative, breath-of-fresh-air places like this that give Memphis some semblance of being the kind of cosmopolitan city it’s begging to be.”

siba@gmx.com

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Music Record Reviews

Ys-Joanna Newsom

This may be the most divisive album of 2006. It’s certainly one of the most ambitious, with the biggest potential for either embarrassment or triumphant success and a wide rift between the two. Listeners will either love or loathe Joanna Newsom’s pretensions: the album title named after an ancient city (pronounced “ees”), the swooping string arrangements courtesy of Beach Boys collaborator Van Dyke Parks, Newsom’s harp accompaniment and petulant-sounding voice, her Ren Fest melodies and fantastical lyrics. At times, her seriousness can be unbearable and her storytelling tedious (as on the 10-minute “Bear & Monkey”), but the album nevertheless casts a particular spell, mainly because Newsom remains so fearlessly at the forefront, like an actress who appears in every frame of a movie. Her voice, pitched high and dramatic, leaves no room for overtures or even breaths but ebbs and tides from verse to verse, implying hooks where there are none. (“Emily,” “Cosmia”) — Stephen Deusner

Grade: B+

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News

Hey, Memphis is Integrated! Holy Crap!

“I was in Tennessee yesterday, scene of this year’s most racially-charged Senate race. I got the holiday gluttony off to a roaring start with a stop at Interstate Barbecue in Memphis. It was my first time, and I now mourn all those lost years. If you ever get the chance, it’s a must-stop. You can’t go wrong with the pork ribs.

“The family that runs the joint has a little girl, the same age as my daughter, who was helping out for the holiday. …”

You know where this is going, right? His li’l white daughter and the owner’s li’l black daughter actually got along! In the South! And the restaurant was integrated! Read the rest of Talking Points Memo’s David Kurtz’s journey to enlightenment here.

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News The Fly-By

The Cheat Sheet

Dozens of people stand in line at stores around Memphis, desperately hoping to get their hands on the new PlayStation 3 for the holidays. Some merchants give tickets to the first few customers; any others are out of luck. At a local Target, one of the hopeful shoppers who waited overnight for one of the store’s eight PlayStations turns away a latecomer, telling him, “There’s not a chance in hell.” Ahhh, that’s the Christmas spirit. It just warms your heart, doesn’t it?

Memphis police report that more than 540 homes have been burglarized here in the past three weeks alone. No doubt the thieves have heard that’s pretty much their only chance to get one of those new PlayStations.

The Memphis Zoo has a new Greg Cravens

addition: a cute baby giraffe named Angela Kate. Workers unexpectedly find the creature in the giraffe compound after its mother — whom no one knew was pregnant — gave birth and apparently neglected it. So it’s the same old story: no mention of a father, a covert pregnancy, the poor infant abandoned by its mother — sounds like a teenage pregnancy.

Memphis Light, Gas and Water holds seminars for customers to show them how to reduce their utility bills. Oh sure, putting caulk around the windows and lowering your thermostat helps, but we’ve discovered there’s only one thing that works during the winter: Turn all your lights and heat completely OFF until, oh, June. It’s simple, really.

The Muvico at Peabody Place darkens about half of its 22 screens, citing a decrease in demand. Some people will see this as the direct result of in-home competitors like Netflix, but we tend to blame Hollywood for cranking out such tripe as Santa Claus 3.

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News

Panda Porn: It’s Working!

Somebody alert officials at the Memphis Zoo. According to MSNBC.com, the video Chinese officials showed of mating pandas in hopes of getting them to procreate may have been a factor in the panda baby boom in China. The Memphis Zoo’s pandas, Le Le and Ya Ya, have been decidedly disinterested in each other. Worth a shot.