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Letter from the Editor: The “Washington Madam” Strikes

It’s amazing how often the seemingly conjoined twins — sex and hypocrisy — afflict those in the political arena. This week, Senator David Vitter of Louisiana became the latest victim. Turns out that the “God-fearing” apostle of family values had a little secret: He liked to patronize prostitutes. Often.

His number appeared on the phone bill records posted by “Washington Madam” Deborah Palfrey on her Web site. This revelation brought further reports from New Orleans newspapers of Vitter’s dalliances with hookers in that city.

So what was Vitter’s reaction? He attacked his “longtime political enemies and those hoping to profit from the situation.” He said he wouldn’t answer questions, because that “might sell newspapers but wouldn’t serve my family or my constituents well.” Vitter added that he was quite sure “God had forgiven me.”

This is the same guy who in 1998 (when he was busily patronizing hookers in D.C.) argued that President Clinton was “morally unfit to govern.”

The question that always comes to my mind when these sorts of things are revealed is: Were these guys lying sleazebags before they were elected, or did they lose their moral compass after they got into office? In other words, does the system (the lobbyists, the need for endless fund-raising, etc.) corrupt, or are we the voters horrible judges of character?

I don’t know. But I do know Palfrey’s Web site got a lot of traffic this week, as reporters and bloggers from around the country scanned the phone records for numbers in their area code. I even did some scanning myself. The Internet makes the process absurdly easy. You download a few pages of phone records, open your browser to “reverse phone number lookup,” and go to town.

I found a few “901” numbers, but they were either cell phones (untraceable) or from corporations, where someone had used an office phone. There were a lot of calls from Utah, that bastion of right-wing morality, but again they were mostly cell phones. On a whim, I decided to call a few of the numbers.

When someone answered, I asked for “John.” It seemed fitting. Most of the time, people hung up on me.

There was one Florida number that was on every page of the records, so I called it. An elderly woman answered. I asked if John was there, and she answered, “No, this is the Beulah Palfrey residence.”

I guess even madams have moms.

Bruce VanWyngarden

brucev@memphisflyer.com

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News The Fly-By

Bottoming Out

When the local Crime Commission looked at crime data from January to June 2004, they found a surprising fact: Christie’s — an adult nightclub that boasts hot girls and one-cent drafts — accounted for only 0.1 percent of all crime in its ward.

During that same period, however, nearby Hickory Ridge Mall accounted for 7.5 percent of the crime in the area. In fact, even Ridgeway Middle School reported more crime than Christie’s.

But for Eric Damian Kelly, the strip-club-ordinance specialist, even those numbers suggest the city needs to change its relationship with sexually oriented businesses.

Both the City Council and the County Commission are considering new restrictions on sexually oriented businesses, including a ban on alcohol sales and stricter licensing requirements.

“The Memphis Shelby Crime Commission did a study with the records to show adverse secondary effects on the community,” Kelly told a recent City Council committee. “They found high schools and convenience stores were more of a detriment to the community than strip clubs.”

Of course, if that were true, Memphis would be in more trouble than a cheating husband. Local strip clubs have a reputation for being raunchy, as well as havens for illegal activity. The so-called Mt. Moriah Performing Arts Center, Platinum Plus, where Kelly witnessed a live sex show, was shut down last December because of drugs and prostitution. The Black Tail Shake Joint, known for its “back door,” was closed in February under a public nuisance complaint.

But the numbers — or lack of them — are somewhat telling. The Crime Commission noted that most strip clubs have a “do not call” policy when it comes to law enforcement; generally, schools and convenience stores do not.

Currently, the city handles violations at sexually oriented businesses in three ways: beer board fines for the establishment, fines for individual dancers, and nuisance complaints.

But those options provide about as much coverage as a G-string.

The business fines are too small to matter. Brief suspensions of beer licenses have little impact, and within recent history, the beer board hasn’t revoked anyone’s license.

A fine might make a dancer think twice about hopping back on stage — if her establishment doesn’t pay it for her — but there are always other girls to take her place. And the nuisance complaints take months, if not years, to develop a solid case.

“You need to shift enforcement,” Kelly said. “Cite the establishment instead of the performers. It’s worth going after the back rooms.”

In a report to the council, Kelly recommended banning back rooms that are not visible to the public and utilizing penalty provisions with fines up to $2,500 and possible jail time.

Though the report suggests citing owners and managers, dancers could face stricter penalties, too. The report said dancers should be prosecuted for prostitution since the penalties for that are more serious than penalties for “being bottomless.”

And let’s be honest. Being bottomless is one thing. Being bottomless and on top of someone giving you dollar bills is another.

More importantly, Kelly recommended keeping a record of every citation or violation for alcohol, drugs, nudity, and sexual activity and tracking it by establishment, owner, and entertainer.

In the past, clubs have changed names — even their holding companies have changed names — while the owners and the establishment remain virtually the same. There are several clubs in town, but only a few owners.

For Kelly, a tough licensing ordinance would go a long way in eliminating repeat offenders.

“You [should be] able to pull [an owner’s] license and he wouldn’t be able to get another one,” Kelly said.

County commissioner Mike Ritz, sponsor of the county proposal, agreed. “Everybody who works in the clubs and all the owners would have to get a license. It doesn’t take long to say you’re going to be out of here.”

Not that everything is a done deal. The county is expected to hold a public hearing later this month, and new council member Henry Hooper II is working with Ritz on a joint city/county proposal. City Council members were interested in the implications of a ban on alcohol sales and the legal challenges they would encounter.

(Apparently, “birthday” aren’t the only suits club owners are familiar with.)

“They’re going to sue you as a matter of principle if you take a hard line,” Kelly told council members, “because you’re threatening their income.”

I know there are people out there who think regulating sexually oriented businesses is a waste of time. Maybe it is. The city has let shake joints get away with so much for so long, it might be better off creating a strip-club district and taking the local industry from infamous to just plain famous. Doing that, however, would still require more regulation.

On its own, a tougher licensing ordinance — along with a better relationship between club owners and operators and police officers — could forgo the need for undercover operations, such as the 24-month investigation that succeeded in closing Platinum Plus.

Veteran councilmember Jack Sammons said he’d rather see police officers fighting crime than staking out the shake joints.

“I want to see our police resources on the ground dealing with the crime issues we have,” Sammons said. “When we have officers measuring if someone is 12 inches away from Pamela Anderson, then I think we have a problem.”

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News The Fly-By

“Refuge” Closed

For the past few years, local filmmaker Morgan Jon Fox has been piecing together a documentary about Love In Action (LIA), a Christian-based ministry for people struggling with their homosexuality. But Fox needed one more thing to wrap up production: a happy ending.

For Fox, that came last month when he learned that Refuge, LIA’s two-week “straight camp” for teens, was closed.

In 2005, 16-year-old Zach Stark posted a blog entry about his parents forcing him into the Refuge program. The post sparked a week of protests by gay activists and criticism that adolescents were being sent to Refuge against their will.

“One thing that really concerned me about Refuge is that when some kids weren’t changed after going through the program, they would be abused by their parents,” says Fox, who helped organize the 2005 protests.

Josh Morgan, communications manager for LIA, says the protests did not affect the center’s decision to close Refuge. It was replaced by the four-day Family Freedom Intensive to improve communication between parents and their children. Refuge did not include parental involvement.

“We’re focusing on giving parents and kids common language and helping them understand exactly what’s going on,” says Morgan. “We don’t want to work with the child and let parents stay out of the loop.”

LIA’s Web site describes the Family Freedom Intensive as a “course designed for parents with teens struggling with same-sex attraction, pornography, and/or promiscuity.” The program involves lectures, workshops, and discussion groups and costs $600 per attendee. Parents can sign up with or without their children.

The $7,000 Refuge program was a two-week summer day camp. After two weeks, parents could opt to leave their child in the program for additional time. During its three-year existence, Refuge saw 35 clients.

“We don’t turn people straight. That’s a common misconception,” says Morgan. “We exist for people who already feel a need to change or explore different options. If someone is … happy with the way they are, we wouldn’t accept them into the program.”

Peterson Toscano, a former LIA client who tours the country with his one-man comedy Doin’ Time in the Homo No Mo Halfway House — How I Survived the Ex-Gay Movement!, is happy to see Refuge go but doubts the new program will be much different.

“How does [LIA] know they’re not taking kids against their will? Parents have a tremendous amount of power,” says Toscano.

Including parents in the program could result in both the child and parent leaving with mixed messages, says Toscano. When he attended the adult residential program in the mid-’90s, parents were invited to attend a few days of treatment.

“The parents hear generalized teachings about what makes a person gay. The basic ex-gay ideology that’s been going around for decades is you become gay because you have an overbearing mom and an emotionally or physically absent dad,” says Toscano. “Parents walk away with the message ‘I screwed up my kid.'”

Fox, however, is glad to see some change at LIA. He hopes to enter his documentary, This Is What Love In Action Looks Like, in this year’s Sundance Film Festival.

“To me, [the Family Freedom Intensive] is way different from Refuge,” says Fox. “But who knows? Maybe kids are still being forced to go. It’s really hard to tell.”

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Editorial Opinion

A Bridge Too Far?

Anybody who expresses skepticism about the prospects of the U.S. Attorney’s Office, in tandem with the FBI, for closing out a prosecution successfully should probably submit to the proverbial head examination. After all, in the 11 Tennessee Waltz-related cases tried or otherwise resolved so far, federal prosecutors and the men and women of the bureau have proved to be literally invincible — a perfect record.

In the last week alone, guilty pleas were wrung from two lions of the state legislature: former state senator Kathryn Bowers of Memphis, who had resigned after being indicted, and state senator Ward Crutchfield of Chattanooga, who still serves. It’s clear though that he, like Bowers, who is due for sentencing this fall, will be among the missing when the General Assembly reconvenes in January.

But we are reserving judgment about both the validity and the outcome of new prosecutions announced last week by the two federal offices. These indictments — of former MLGW head Joseph Lee, city councilman Edmund Ford, and Ford’s landlord Dennis Churchwell — pose some troubling questions. Not that we countenance the offenses these three men are accused of — namely, engaging in improper trade-offs of favors to secure private goals from city government. Basically, the entire nexus of the case lies in the incontrovertible fact of Ford’s being a world-class deadbeat in relation to the whopping bills he owed to MLGW in utility fees and to Churchwell in rent for his funeral home.

The government charges that Ford was given a pass by Lee in return for the councilman’s favorable attitude on matters, some personal and financial, of importance to the utility president. Churchwell and Ford are accused of a compact in which the councilman voted Churchwell’s way on zoning issues in which the latter had a vested interest, in return for inhabiting his professional quarters rent-free.

Sleaz-eee! This is big-time corruption, and it should be punished. We shed no tears for Lee, who was sacked from his job when these and other matters became public, nor for Ford, who already carries a bribery indictment and is clearly a scofflaw of unmatchable arrogance, nor for the self-serving Churchwell, for whom the word “lout” may well have been invented.

The question is: How much of this unsavory one-hand-washes-the-other mess actually rises to the level of crime? It is not by way of excusing the behavior to observe that these acts are consistent with and bear the same shape, odor, and texture of the way politics, government, and private interests have always interacted. If this case succeeds, are we to call for the prosecution of a public servant who sponsors or votes for significant legislation on behalf of a major campaign contributor? Does anybody doubt that causal connections to one degree or another exist in such instances? And how does one extricate from all these itemized quid pro quos simple facts of friendship or convenience?

The burden of proof is, as always, on the government, but in this case we trust it can also demonstrate to a jury that it is not expanding its immense power into areas of conduct that, however questionable, have rarely if ever been regarded as criminal.

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“Dammit, Janet”

Beneath a crystal chandelier, a young woman stands in stiletto heels. Fishnet stockings crisscross her legs, garter belt supporting the hose. A black corset cinches her waist into an hourglass silhouette.

A man wears a similar outfit nearby.

At the Orpheum theater’s recent screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show — part of its summer movie series — the cult classic is alive all around me.

According to Kate Hackett, executive assistant to Orpheum president and CEO Pat Halloran, the screening and costume contest “give people a good reason to get together and have a fun time.”

And, she adds, “People can get their ‘freak’ on!”

During the costume contest, 30 men and 30 women mimic Rocky Horror characters, and they don’t hold back. The charismatic emcee of the competition, last year’s male winner, bears a striking resemblance to the film’s main character, Dr. Frank-N-Furter.

Kat Sacco is dressed as Magenta, wearing a white bow around her neck, black fishnets, and sexy shoes.

“I’m absolutely in love with this movie because it’s so open-minded,” Sacco says. “I like dressing up, but I’m too old for Halloween.”

Among the males competing is a heavyset young man in a corset and heels, a red-and-black boa snaking around his neck. The contestants have few — if any — inhibitions. That statement proves especially true for a middle-aged woman who teases the crowd with glimpses under her bathrobe.

“My name is Dazzle, in case my kids don’t want everyone to know my real name,” she tells the audience.

During the movie, crowd members who have purchased prop bags wear party hats that resemble dunce caps and throw rice and toilet paper. Most of the audience has memorized the script and shout particular phrases at the appropriate times. With each appearance of the character Janet, for instance, a chorus of “Slut!” rings out from the audience. I know I’m in the company of true Rocky Horror fans when people leap from their seats to dance “The Time Warp.”

But my favorite moment isn’t watching the audience dance or sing or even hold the Flyer over their heads while Brad and Janet run from the rain.

Instead, during the song “There’s a Light,” movie buffs, black-clad goths, middle-aged couples, music enthusiasts, and drag queens extend their lit cell phones, swaying the glowing lights in unison.

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Politics Politics Feature

The Loop

It’s difficult to tell who exactly emerged victorious from last week’s MLGW board meeting that finalized approval of the sale of its interest in Memphis Networx to Denver-based Communications Infrastructure Investments (CII). The big losers, however, were easier to spot: MLGW ratepayers, who saw the public utility’s $29 million investment in the city’s fiber-optic future go up in a cloud of virtual smoke.

MLGW ratepayers once owned 80 percent of Networx but watched that share slip below 50 percent in 2006, when private investors operating under the umbrella of Memphis Broadband, LLC guaranteed a $7 million loan to prop up the sagging business after the Memphis City Council refused to do so. Shortly thereafter, the new majority owners instructed Networx management to search for a buyer, a search that culminated last week with the approval of the sale to CII.

Given the disastrous course this public/private partnership has taken since Memphis Networx’ creation in 1999, the fact that a cloud of confusion and suspicion hangs over the final dissolution of that partnership should come as no surprise. Whether such suspicion is justified or not, it isn’t reassuring that representatives of Networx and MLGW have been less than forthcoming about how the final deal evolved and, further, have failed to voluntarily disclose several eyebrow-raising facts connected to the sale.

How close, for example, are the private investors and current and former officers of Memphis Networx to the presumed buyer? Close enough that buyer and seller share at least one mutual strand of DNA.

Robert Blow, a Virginia/Memphis-based telecommunications entrepreneur and one of the original investors in Memphis Broadband, was only 52 when he died of a heart attack in July 2002. Based on documents and comments from sources close to Networx, the Blow estate is still involved in Memphis Broadband, a group that includes local investors such as FedEx founder Fred Smith, Dunavant Enterprises, former NBC chief executive Thomas Garrott, and AutoZone founder Pitt Hyde, among others. Blow was also a founding partner of Columbia Capital Partners, one of the venture-capital firms backing CII, the Colorado-based holding company in the process of buying Networx.

Blow was, additionally, a founder of Paradigm Partners, a venture-capital firm that worked with Memphis Broadband to develop a $30 million institutional fund to help finance Memphis Networx. After the telecom crash of 2001, however, the funding environment for telecoms stagnated, and Paradigm bailed on the project shortly before Blow’s death.

Current Networx board member Andrew Seamons was also a partner in the Paradigm firm. When Paradigm disintegrated in 2002, he joined Pittco, an investment firm affiliated with retired AutoZone CEO Pitt Hyde. While there may be no direct financial links between Networx’ private investors and CII (like all new business environments, the wireless-infrastructure industry has quickly developed its own set of knowledgeable “insiders”), repeated claims by Networx representatives that CII just called out of the blue to see if the Memphis telecom was for sale seem implausible, given the relationship between the original Memphis Broadband group and Columbia Capital.

On July 5th, the day MLGW’s board voted to sell Networx to CII, Seamons made it clear that inquiries regarding the private investors’ holdings wouldn’t get very far. When asked whether any of the Memphis Broadband participants were invested in Level 3 Communications, the prominent infrastructure company that’s most likely set to acquire Memphis Networx once its financial situation is stabilized, Seamons explained that lots of people probably own a piece of Level 3, because “it’s a big company.”

Level 3 Communications isn’t directly connected to CII. But CII’s founder, Dan Caruso, was a founding executive of Level 3. Caruso was also the CEO of ICG Networks, which was owned by Columbia Capital and M/C Venture Partners and which was ultimately bought out by Level 3. When ICG was purchased from Level 3 by Columbia Capital and M/C Venture Partners, the Denver Rocky Mountain News reported that these two firms stood to “profit handsomely from the deal.”

Speaking on Seamons’ behalf, MLGW and Networx board member Nick Clark explained that, as an investor at Paradigm and Pittco, Seamons probably knew somebody employed by every group involved in the bidding process.

Possibly true. But what’s the real story? Is the telecom infrastructure business a tiny world where everybody’s in everybody else’s business? Or is it a big world where nobody knows much about anybody? Or is it, as Networx officials would have it, both?

It’s a Small World, After All

On the day the MLGW board voted to sell Networx, it was acknowledged that Networx CEO Dan Platko and Tom Swanson, the McLean Group consultant who was enlisted to aid in the sale of Networx, were anything but strangers. In 2000, the two telecom veterans were employed by Intira, a communications company founded in St. Louis by former Networx CEO Mark Ivie. Intira also employed former Networx controller Jeff Rice.

It was also noted that Platko signed a contract offering Swanson $2,000 a day to consult with Networx’ sales division through his personal firm, TJSwansonCo, almost two months before Networx approached the McLean Group to assist with the sale of the company.

According to Networx officials, the McLean Group was contacted in December 2006. Platko signed Swanson’s contract on October 5th. Previously, Swanson had only been identified in the record as a representative of the McLean Group. It’s unclear if Swanson consulted in both capacities simultaneously.

After MLGW’s vote to sell Networx, Swanson claimed that he and Platko hadn’t done business together since they worked for Intira. Several sources close to Networx, however, say Platko was trying — unsuccessfully — to bring Swanson in as a consultant before Platko was named CEO. Those sources have also told the Flyer that there was a falling out between Platko and his predecessor, Mark Ivie, just prior to Ivie’s departure in 2006. Platko and Ivie were friends from their Intira days, and Platko lived with Ivie after being recruited to Memphis. After Ivie’s departure in 2006, Networx elevated Platko to CEO.

So who is Dan Platko? Prior to being recruited by Ivie, Platko was employed by Infinium Labs, a video-gaming company out of Florida that became infamous in that industry for burning through tens of millions in investor capital without producing a product. Press releases dating from 2004 identify Platko as Infinium’s vice president of operations.

Infinium (later renamed Phantom Entertainment) was founded by Tim Roberts, who also co-founded Intira with Mark Ivie. Platko and former Networx controller Jeff Rice worked for both Intira and later Infinium.

Confused yet? It gets worse. Between his time at Intira and Infinium/Phantom, Platko was employed at a director level for Equant, a division of France Telecom. He worked at a similar level for Relera, a Denver-based managed-services company that launched in January 2000 and partnered with Level 3 Communications — the same company rumored to be Networx’ ultimate suitor — shortly thereafter. While there’s no evidence that Platko and CII founder and former Level 3 exec Dan Caruso ever met during this period, the incestuous nature of the high-speed infrastructure industry makes the absence of some contact seem unlikely.

What Does It All Mean?

The majority of CII’s $11.5 million bid for Memphis Networx goes toward the retirement of Networx’ $7 million debt, plus interest. The private investors involved in Memphis Broadband split the $2 million remaining (their original investment was $5.5 million), leaving only a modest $944,000 to be returned to MLGW coffers.

End of the story? Maybe not. Networx posted modest operating profits in 2005, and sources still inside Networx say the company has done better since. Those same sources suggest that the company’s outstanding debt — which will be eliminated once the CII deal goes through — is the only thing standing between Networx and sustained profitability. That makes Networx an excellent buy for a holding company like CII, whose plans for the future may well include minimizing overhead, maximizing revenue, and positioning the company for sale at a tidy profit.

Between debt retirement and significant reductions in Networx staff over the past year, it would appear that much of CII’s job has already been accomplished. Now money that might have been applied to debt can be used to infuse Networx with additional operating capital, so it can expand infrastructure, attract new customers, and, yes, make money.

Silence Is Golden

Somebody stands to make a lot of money as a consequence of MLGW’s $28 million loss. Maybe those people aren’t connected to Networx’ private investors, but clearly, the high-speed infrastructure business is an insiders’ game, and the evidence suggests that there are plenty of insiders on both sides of the Memphis Networx deal — a deal that was presented to MLGW and, more importantly, to the public as a “now or never” choice: Memphians were told that any delay in decision making could queer the deal and send Networx spiraling into insolvency.

Shortly after news regarding Networx’ sale was announced, Nick Clark admitted that he’d known the telecom was in trouble for at least two years but kept quiet for fear of scaring off customers. Former and current Networx employees have claimed that the board outlawed the practice of issuing press releases some time ago. No news, good or bad, came out of Networx from December 2005 until the sale was announced earlier this summer. Networx’ Web site, for example, hasn’t been updated since March 2005.

Intentionally or otherwise, Networx’ minority public owners and the city’s elected officials were actively shut out of the sale process. Apparently, no one in MLGW management or on the Memphis City Council (which in theory has financial-oversight responsibility for the utility) was aware that Networx was in such dire straits.

Why would the Networx board keep MLGW management and the Memphis City Council in the dark? Why wasn’t the council given at least an opportunity to protect the ratepayers’ interest in the company by reconsidering their earlier decision not to provide additional funding before being presented with a fait accompli this summer?

In the spring of 2005, at about the same time as Networx’ initial request for more money from MLGW, Doug Dawson, a consultant hired to determine a fair market value for Memphis Networx, cited high overhead, big commissions, and immediately vested retirement packages as contributing factors to the company’s anemic financial condition.

In reality, most of the concerns listed in Dawson’s report had begun changing as far back as 2000, when Mark Ivie replaced Networx founding CEO Ward Huddleston. But once the media started running with Dawson’s report, the damage apparently was done. Sources close to Networx say that the negative reports and political squabbling, along with the ripple effect of the 2001 telecom crash, scared off customers and investors alike.

By 2006, however, the telecom industry was in turnaround mode, and Memphis’ telecom had posted its first-ever operating profit. According to Networx insiders, debt was the only thing standing between the troubled company and substantial profits. Given an opportunity to explore their options, the City Council may have been more cooperative this time around than they were in 2005. Council members Carol Chumney, Barbara Swearengen Ware, and Henry Hooper have all said as much.

Where Are We Now?

When is a deal not a deal? When lawsuits get filed, of course. Immediately after the CII deal was approved last week, lawyers for New York-based American Fiber Systems filed a declaratory action lawsuit to determine who really presented Networx with the best bid. Ohio-based BTi Corporate, the other losing bidder, is also trying to keep its hat in the ring.

In an angry outburst at MLGW’s board meeting to approve the deal, BTi rep Dave McCabe called Networx’ bidding process a joke and claimed that the fix was in “from day one.”

But was it? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But at the very least, in a world as parochial and interconnected as this one seems to be, the line between insider and outsider trading seems little more than a hazy blur. Stay tuned.

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Opinion Viewpoint

Why Run for the Council?

This is the last week to file papers to run for the Memphis City Council, where all 13 seats are up for grabs and seven of those positions are wide open. So what does the job offer, aside from the usual clichés about public service?

Well, the council-mayor form of government in Memphis has only been around since 1968; in fact, some of its original members, including J.O. Patterson Jr., Fred Davis, and Lewis Donelson, are still active in professional and civic affairs. So it’s possible to make a few generalizations and predictions based on its history.

First, a couple of things the council is not: a path to temptation and ruin or an easy road to the mayor’s office. Events of the day make it seem like the council is a sewer, and in the game of politics the scent of corruption is often in the air. But actual convictions for corruption in the line of duty are rare. Rickey Peete was convicted of bribery twice, most recently in 2007. John Ford was also convicted of bribery but for something he did long after his service on the council 25 years ago. Ditto Michael Hooks. All things considered, the Hall of Shame is a pretty elite club.

And while several current and former council members have run for city or county mayor — Patterson, Ford, Mike Cody, Pat VanderSchaaf, Jack Owens, Bill Gibbons, Jack Sammons, Joe Ford, Shep Wilbun, and Carol Chumney, among others — they all lost. The exception was the late Wyeth Chandler in 1975. Mayor Willie Herenton is a former school superintendent. His predecessor, Dick Hackett, was county clerk before moving to City Hall. Henry Loeb, the mayor when Martin Luther King Jr. was killed, came from the old City Commission.

More common is the City Council member who gains some name recognition and connections and either wins or is appointed to a full-time government job or something close to it. The ranks include Gibbons, John Ford, Owens, Wilbun, and, more recently, Herenton appointees Janet Hooks and TaJuan Stout Mitchell. Jeff Sanford, a councilman in the Chandler era, is head of the Center City Commission, which pays more and has fewer employees than the sheriff, district attorney, or clerk’s offices.

Some council members move over to the Shelby County Commission, where the pay is the same but the hours are lighter and so is the public scrutiny. That group includes James Ford, Gibbons, Wilbun, Joe Ford, and Michael Hooks.

Council members get to vote on some big deals, but they don’t originate them. High-profile building projects such as The Pyramid and FedExForum were ideas whose time had come, and their champions were outsiders. The same is true of big ideas like consolidation, term limits, selling MLGW, and freezing taxes, which are often discussed but have not come to a vote in the city of Memphis in nearly four decades. The standard brawls and debates are over such mundane matters as setting the tax rate, approving the budget, putting in or cutting out favored items, and haggling with the mayor over his nominations for the jobs of division directors and head of MLGW.

The coolest thing about being on the council is that people suddenly pay attention to you whether or not you have anything interesting to say simply because you have a title. Council members get lots of face time on television, especially if they are as accessible and quotable as Sammons, Chumney, and Peete. This is the real 15 minutes of fame, although in the case of Sammons and Peete it was more like 15 years. And they get very nice pensions (about $9,000 a year) after 12 years, thanks to an ordinance passed by, you guessed it, the City Council.

For more than a decade, the council has been divided racially with either six whites and seven blacks or seven whites and six blacks. This is likely to change next year because the city of Memphis is now approximately 63 percent black. Women, who had only token representation on the council until the 1980s, are also likely to increase their representation. Six of the seven members not running for reelection are men.

All in all, it is no ordinary job, not the best and not the worst, and apparently nice work if you can get it, which plenty of people seem to want to do judging by the filings at the Shelby County Election Commission.
John Branston, a Flyer senior editor, writes the City Beat column.

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Music Music Features

Soul Comes Home

After a long absence from secular music, Al Green — arguably Memphis music’s most important living artist — has been busy this decade, with two new collaborations with producer Willie Mitchell, 2003’s I Can’t Stop and 2005’s Everything’s O.K., prompting a heavy touring schedule.

This week, at the Memphis Botanic Garden, Green will give his first public Memphis concert in recent memory. Green took time out during a European tour that landed him in London, Madrid, Paris, and the Netherlands to talk to the Flyer about his homecoming concert, the exciting new album he’s been working on, and how he ran into Justin Timberlake at an overseas airport.

Flyer: Has your touring schedule increased in the aftermath of these last two albums?

Al Green: Last year we did 147 shows. This year we’re doing 130 shows. It was really two things: It was [Green’s guest appearances on] the Ally McBeal shows — there was an awakening of something there. And it’s the new albums with Willie Mitchell. We’ve been opening our shows with “I Can’t Stop.”

And you’ve been working on a new record?

Yeah. We’re doing another album with a hip-hop band called the Roots. I’ve done two songs with Anthony Hamilton. I got two songs with D’Angelo. And hopefully I’ll get two songs with a girl singer. They’re trying to pick between Alicia Keyes and the new girl from Blue Note, Joss Stone. It’s gonna come out [later this year]. I wrote 15 songs for it, but they can’t use but 12.

Everyone says Al sings like Al, but the music is different. The music is kind of hip-hop. That’s the way they want to make it, but they don’t want me to sing any different: “You sing like yourself. And let us do the music.” It’s coming off nice.

What was it like working with a younger generation of musicians and producers?

They are so up on things. Quick to catch little things. Anthony Hamilton and D’Angelo just wanted to come into the studio to hear me sing. But I wanted to write some songs. So me and Anthony did two songs, and he did the background on another one. I’m hoping for the best. I want to do a good job. I’m not a very complicated man or extravagant man, as you can see living with me there in Memphis.

You mentioned the heavy touring you’ve been doing the past couple of years, but I can’t remember the last public concert you gave in Memphis. How long has it been?

I’ve done two concerts at the Peabody. One was for the American Cancer Society. The other was for St. Jude, and that was this year, now. But the members bought up all the tickets. But this time at the Botanic Garden is for the public. I really can’t remember the last one before that.

Why has it been so long?

Because I live in Memphis. I kind of like to work other places than where my home is and where the church, the Tabernacle, is. People come from all over the world to see Al down at the Tabernacle on Hale Road in Whitehaven. It’s amazing to see all these people come.

Will the show in Memphis mean anything different to you?

For me, I have to be real and approach it the same way I would the show in Paris or London. I have just one way of doing it, and that’s to go out there and sing from your heart.

A lot of focus in Memphis lately has been on Justin Timberlake, whose family is here and who claims the city as his hometown.

Yeah, he’s my neighbor. His people live out in Shelby Forest. I live out in Shelby Forest. I talk to his mother at the gas station.

We were at the airport the day before yesterday and believe me, coming through the line, going through the maze, was Joe Cocker’s band, because he was opening the show for me; Justin Timberlake and all his group — boy, there’s a lot of them; and Al Green’s band and all his people. The guy at the checkpoint said, “How many bands do we have here?”

So you just ran into Timberlake at the airport?

Yeah. It was nice to run into him. I get to hug him, and he gets to hug me, and there’s really nothing else to say. We all went to the checkpoint, and everyone had to pull off their shoes and take off their belts and go through the metal detectors.

What do you thinkP about what Timberlake is doing lately with his music? It seems to have become a lot more R&B-oriented.

What I think is not important. I have to let Justin do what he thinks in his heart is good for him. He has to work out his own destiny, just like I had to work out mine. It’s what he thinks about himself that matters.

Now, he’s got about three bodyguards who are about 6′-6″. I shook hands with all three of them, and, man, my little hand in theirs looked like a little penny or something. I’m going like, “Damn, what do you eat?” And this one guy said [in a deep, growling voice], “People.” I said, “Oh, okay. Get away from this guy.” [Laughs]

Thanks for taking the time to talk to us.

Well, look, tell all the people at the Flyer and back in Memphis that I said hello and that I also said love and happiness, because that’s what the world is made of, and I believe in that. I’m gonna stick to my guns and try to do a great show in my hometown. Me and the band, I mean, we’re gonna get down. You’re gonna come to the show cause you know I’m gonna rock the house. What do I always do? I rock the house. Ain’t no doubt about that. So come on down with your rocking shoes on.

Al Green

“Live at the Garden”

Memphis Botanic Garden

Saturday, July 21st

Showtime 8:30 p.m., tickets $35-$86

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Stir It Up

Bill Wharton’s musical performances are smokin’ — from his swampy Florida blues to the gumbo he cooks on stage. For 17 years, Wharton, aka the “Sauce Boss,” has fed his fans the gumbo that he specially prepares during each show.

The Tallahassee musician is now set to jam with his band at Blues City Café from Thursday, July 19th, to Saturday, July 21st, and at the Memphis Union Mission on Sunday, July 22nd.

At his upcoming Memphis performances, Sauce Boss doesn’t plan on letting anyone go hungry, especially when it goes to people in need. “We’re all about the food,” he says.

Four years ago, Wharton founded Planet Gumbo, a nonprofit organization that aims to provide hope and sustenance. Since then, he has performed for and fed residents of homeless shelters nationwide. “We try to give a message of hope — and a big pot of gumbo,” Wharton explains. “Food breaks down all barriers and brings people into the kitchen. We bring the kitchen to people, no matter where they are.”

Playing blues and cooking gumbo are “one and the same,” and only Wharton’s special Liquid Summer Hot Sauce rivals his energetic music in spiciness. But for Sauce Boss, “giving back to the communities where we play” is most important.

“I thought I had it really good before I starting doing this. But now that I have a life with service, it’s opened up so many avenues,” he says. “It’s amazing, totally amazing. You’ve got to give to receive, and you receive an awful lot when you give.”

Sauce Boss, at Blues City Café (138 Beale), July 19, 8 p.m. and July 20-21, 10 p.m., free; at the Memphis Union Mission (383 Poplar), July 22, at dinnertime, free. For more information, go to WWW.sauceboss.com or www.planetgumbo.org.

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Beyond Bizarre

I was recently reminded of a dinner incident from when I was a kid. My mother, her friend Bill, and I went to eat at my grandparents’ house. In the middle of dinner, my Papaw noticed that Bill was cutting his English peas in half before he ate them and asked why. Bill looked up and slowly replied, “Sir, that way they won’t roll off my fork.”

We all have our own food idiosyncrasies. For people like Bill, it’s the way they eat certain foods. For others, it’s the strange foods that they eat. Some go public with their weird food issues, while others live a double life of shame and fear. The Travel Channel’s Bizarre Foods could probably do an exposé on any family and find meals just as strange as the various worms and intestinal parts the show regularly features.



My mother, who is fond of publicly proclaiming her healthy eating habits, is too embarrassed to eat Cheetos in front of anyone. She is so secretive about her cheesy snack habit that I didn’t even know she liked them. Yet, she’s not embarrassed that she made us eat shoots from the bamboo growing in our backyard. 



My father used to eat crackers with mayonnaise until Jan, my stepmother, caught him and told him it was weird. Somehow, I think he still eats them when no one is looking. As for Jan, I know for a fact that she has eaten lutefisk, which is a Scandinavian dish consisting of fish soaked in lye. So she really can’t talk when it comes to strange eating habits.



A close friend, who will remain nameless, hides her favorite sweet treat — condensed milk, which she consumes straight out of the can. A few years ago she put together an emergency preparedness kit that contained all of the basic necessities: batteries, flashlight, radio, water, and canned goods — including numerous cans of condensed milk.



Then, there was my best friend in college. She was one of those vegetarians who hates vegetables. Her favorite lunch was what she referred to as a “bread sandwich.” Yep, that’s exactly what it was — two pieces of white bread smushed together. I think for our four years of college, she subsisted on bread, cereal, French fries, and fried cheese sticks.



My husband’s family eats their black-eyed peas mixed with crumbled-up cornbread and lots of mayonnaise. The entire family does this. It’s hard enough for me to eat black-eyed peas anyway, but their method seems flat-out revolting (and that’s coming from a person who thinks that sucking crawfish heads is perfectly normal).


Of course, I have no strange food habits whatsoever. Yeah, right. I remember a phase where I ate only peanut butter and cheese sandwiches for weeks at a time. 



My biggest food issue, however, is irrational, and I know I need to get over it: I feel guilty if I don’t cook completely from scratch. I blame my mother and her hard-core “no processed foods” approach to cooking when I was a kid. I ate cream of mushroom soup only when I was sick; it was not something one would ever use in cooking, at least not in my mother’s house. Inevitably, this made cream of mushroom soup seem tantalizing but forbidden. Somehow, using canned soup in cooking feels like cheating, even apart from nutritional concerns. 



I am taking one small step toward overcoming my own food idiosyncrasies by sharing this recipe for my secret food indulgence.

HASHBROWN CASSEROLE

Half of a large onion or one small
onion, chopped


A couple of cloves of minced garlic


2 to 3 tablespoons melted butter


Salt and pepper to taste
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One can cream of mushroom soup


A cup or so of sour cream


Pre-packaged hashbrown potatoes (the shredded ones in the dairy section work best)


Lots of grated cheddar cheese



Mix together the onion, garlic, butter, salt, pepper, mushroom soup, sour cream, and about a handful of cheese. Add the potatoes and mix well. Pour into a greased casserole dish and put more cheese on top. Bake at 350 degrees for about 40 minutes or until hot and bubbly.