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Vanity Fair

Once again, it was time to pass out 50 gold-plated bookends to people who don’t read, and once again, a billion hungry souls devoured every minute of it with a mix of envy, contempt, and — because above all else, the Oscars has no place for us — profound exclusion. That the show continues to mesmerize us in such numbers in the age of YouTube and MySpace is one of life’s great ironies.

Not so long ago, only grandstanding members of the Washington press corps got to ask political candidates questions during presidential debates. Now, anyone with a webcam and a talking snowman at their disposal has a pretty good shot at that honor. Snack-chip multinationals ask you to name their products. Pop stars want you to direct their music videos. The Academy Awards will let you fill Jack Nicholson’s seat for a minute or two while he takes a dump but only if you promise not to speak to any of the real guests.

The Academy Awards does not care if you think it’s a crime that Lindsay Lohan’s riveting, multi-layered performance as a stripper and her (imaginary?) twin in I Know Who Killed Me was not recognized with a nomination for Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress. It will never ask you to vote for your Favorite On-Screen Hook-up. Not one of 2007’s top-grossing movies was up for a Best Picture award.

Thanks to the investigative zeal of People, Entertainment Weekly, Entertainment Tonight, E!, The New York Times, and countless other breathless chroniclers of thespian self-loving, we know a great deal about how the Oscars operate. We know, for example, that the Oscar statuette is roughly the same weight as Atonement star Keira Knightley: 8.5 pounds. We know that the Oscars are made of tin, dipped in gold, and hand-sanded for hours, just like red-carpet staple, Joan Rivers. We know that 30 years ago, during the 1978 Oscars telecast, Debbie Boone was accompanied on “You Light Up My Life” by a heart-tugging chorus of deaf children who weren’t actually deaf.

We know the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences consists of roughly 6,000 members, the majority of whom are neither artists nor scientists. We know that membership is by invitation-only. Each December, these 6,000 insiders receive nomination ballots in the mail, and about half of them complete them and send them to the accounting firm PricewaterhouseCoopers. Once the final nominees are determined, a second vote takes place in February. The proceedings are so top secret sometimes academy members don’t even know who they’re voting for. (Henry Fonda used to have his wife do his decision-making for him.)

Equally enshrouded in mystery is the event’s enduring grip on us. In 1978, there were good reasons to watch the Oscars. Back then, movies were not only the most glamorous branch of pop culture; they were the most important. The Oscars offered a rare opportunity to see stars in a real-world setting. Plus, there wasn’t anything else on to watch, except maybe Kojak and Love Boat reruns.

Nowadays, movies are basically the mainframes of pop culture — clunky, expensive, obsolete. The YouTube clip of the linguistically innovative beauty queen from South Carolina giving her verb-free answer in the English-as-a-second-language portion of the Miss Teen USA pageant has been viewed substantially more often than any of this year’s nominees for Best Picture. The video game Guitar Hero grossed $820 million in the U.S., more than twice as much as 2007’s box-office champ, Spider-man 3. When MySpace exhibitionists post photos of themselves online, they ape poses and facial expressions popularized by porn stars, not movie stars.

And yet when the porn stars hold their annual awards ceremony, the whole world doesn’t come to a halt and watch, even though the gowns on display are far more entertaining. And that’s because porn stars are a pretty modest bunch. At least compared to movie stars, that is. They rarely express their opinions on human rights abuses in Tibet in public. They almost never go to Iraq on fact-finding missions. If they are advising the United Nations Security Council on Darfur, neither they nor the UN Security Council is publicizing it.

Movie stars do all of those things and then some. They make jokes about their narcissism, but they keep showing up at the endless pageants that honor their wonderfulness. They believe they are the world’s brightest, hottest, most compassionate beings, and that’s why we can’t quite quit them, even if we don’t watch many movies anymore. They are the vainest creatures in an era where vanity’s the greatest virtue. How can we possibly not stare at their magnificent chest-puffing with anything less than awe and loathing?

Greg Beato writes regularly about pop culture for Las Vegas Weekly and Reason magazine, where he is a contributing editor. His work has appeared in more than 70 publications worldwide.

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The Big Game

It came and went — the hurricane that was the UT vs. University of Memphis basketball game last Saturday night. Like the windstorms and hard rains and tornadoes that preceded it in recent years, this latest freak of Memphis history left its residue behind, but, unlike those other prodigious occurrences, the after-effects of the Big Game were entirely positive, consisting of economic benefit, enhanced pride, and good PR. For a change, the word “Memphis,” as a signifier both of the game’s venue and one of its contestants, was without negative connotation. Or almost so: Regrettably, at least one national pundit reportedly waxed cynical at the expense of the spirited ballers wearing Tiger blue.

Tiger blue: There was a veritable tide of it in FedExForum Saturday night, as there has been for most of this season’s Tiger games. That act speaks to the grave disappointment felt by so many when the game ended with the orange-clad Vols from Knoxville ahead by a scant four points. But the Vols had their local supporters, too — a legion of them, in fact. And why shouldn’t they, given the fact of so many prominent and loyal UT alumni here? And many more, fans of the Tigers and the Volunteers, came from elsewhere in the state and beyond just to be part of the event.

It’s over now, but the partisans of both teams and both universities can take pride in a game that was hotly and honestly contested and that proved to be one of the all-time sports thrillers. And who knows? With the NCAA tournament just around the corner, and with both teams destined for top seeds, maybe there’ll be a rematch. Maybe one for all the marbles, in fact.

Billy “Spook” Murphy

A sad preamble to Saturday’s spectacle at FedExForum was the news two days earlier of the death of former University of Memphis football coach Billy “Spook” Murphy. Murphy, who died at age 87, did as much as any other individual to launch the athletic programs of the University of Memphis toward competitiveness at the highest levels.

Murphy’s near-win in 1960 over an Ole Miss football team then ranked number one in the nation was one of the two major preambles to the Tigers’ on-again, off-again flirtations with excellence. (The other early peak was the second-place finish by the basketball Tigers in the 1957 NIT tourney.)

As has been documented many times, it was Spook Murphy who became something of a scourge to the mighty Southeastern Conference, turning the formerly weak-sister Tigers into a true rival to that conference’s powerhouses and beating several of them over the years — including Ole Miss in years when the Rebels were still a football colossus. Considering the outcome of Saturday night’s cage encounter at FedExForum, it is satisfying to remember, too, that Murphy had been present at pre-game practices and at the Liberty Bowl for the Tigers’ incredible 21-17 victory over the Peyton Manning-led Volunteers in 1996.

He will be missed — and fondly remembered.

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Metal Health

Other than to dismiss their descriptive validity, you will never see me write the phrases “art metal,” “indie metal,” or “hipster metal.” Chicago’s Pelican has sadly spent an entire career dodging the accusations inherent in these terms. In a perfect world, the music should speak for itself. But it’s not that simple.

Suddenly fashionable again, the metal genre has a lot of pop-cultural capital these days. There’s no shortage of opportunistic musicians waking up one day and deciding that they are going to “get into,” then make, metal without a true love and knowledge of the genre. A casual observer’s amusement with Slayer, Pantera, and Mastodon is not cause to start a band. Then there are the dilettantes who issue shortsighted spoofs of the genre, like Rob Crow (of indie-pop darlings Pinback), who formed the uninspired, unfunny “metal” side project Goblin Cock.

By contrast, Pelican doesn’t just make metal — they are dyed-in-the-wool fans of the genre. They just happen to make a form of the music that crosses genre boundaries. And Pelican’s type of metal is topical; there are no retro elements, unless the ’90s are considered retro. (Okay, maybe the ’90s are a little retro.) Pelican’s take on metal echoes the “glacial” or “ambient” style of ’80s- and ’90s-born metal bands Neurosis and Isis. An instrumental band, Pelican removed the sometimes alienating vocals from this style and emerged as one of contemporary rock’s great unifiers of “pretty” and “heavy.” (England’s Jesu currently wears the crown.)

Pelican’s first release was an eponymous EP in 2003 on the Hydra Head label (the band’s home since). An appropriate imprint, Hydra Head was founded and is still operated by Aaron Turner of Isis. Over the past decade, the label has emerged as a leading torchbearer and tastemaker regarding underground, experimental, and just plain amazing metal. With that initial EP, the agenda was set right away: the instrumental meeting of Mogwai’s dreaminess and memorable songwriting, the bent riff mastery of the Melvins, and elements of the protean doom-metal scene.

It was Pelican’s full-length debut, Australasia, that turned heads, and rightfully so. Within the 11-minute opener “Nightenday,” the guitar lines take on the emotional appeal of beautiful vocals set against the pounding, hummable chug of the riffs and rhythm section. It’s the yardstick by which the rest of the album, and its 2004 follow-up, The Fire in Our Throats Will Beckon the Thaw, can be measured.

Within the strict boundaries of their chosen style, Pelican milked as much variety as possible for these two albums. Then they changed things up a little. Last year’s City of Echoes is Pelican’s version of rock: faster tempos, catchier song structure, shorter songs, overt melody. With their signature degree of heaviness intact, it’s the quartet’s best album to date and a great place for beginners. Many people are curious about underground metal but are repelled by the vocals, regardless of the fact that no genre of music utilizes a wider variety of vocal styles. Pelican is a readymade solution to that conundrum.

Black Cobra, which is sharing the bill with Pelican at the Hi-Tone Café this week, is less interested in melody and less interested in having a full band. Guitarist/vocalist Jason Landrian and drummer Rafael Martinez pull more sound from a limited lineup than any two-piece going, even Lightning Bolt. Landrian hails from defunct Florida sludgecore legends Cavity, one of several bands that applied Black Sabbath and the Melvins to the crushing, sonically violent direction that hardcore had taken in the early ’90s.

Yes, Black Cobra can be down-tempo and sludgy at times, but the focus is on pummeling intensity with intermissions of minimal introspection. Representative releases like 2006’s Bestial and last year’s Feather and Stone deliver this formula in spades. Imagine if Mastodon were a two-piece or if Today Is the Day were a tad bit friendlier, and the picture becomes clearer. Live, Black Cobra is reportedly a force to be reckoned with. By the time they make it to the Hi-Tone on Tuesday night, the duo will be seasoned by an unforgiving touring schedule that regularly puts the band on the road more than 200 days a year.

Last but not least, Relapse Records’ Unearthly Trance, the opening band on the bill, is a brutal beast that can effortlessly move between the pounding thud of Neurosis and the aggro-noise of Unsane.

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Entrepreneur Ericson Advances Pyramid Plan in Sit-Down with Council and Commission Members

From beginning to end, it lasted only three hours, but
Wednesday’s joint session of the city council and county commission had the feel
of a marathon, and, by the end of it entrepreneur Greg Ericson had advanced his
proposal for a theme park in The Pyramid a considerable distance indeed.

If nothing else, he had extracted a concession from Robert
Lipscomb, the city’s point man on Pyramid use, that “we’ve got two good
deals,” and there was movement in Ericson’s direction on both the commission
and the council. Speaking for himself, councilman Bill Boyd said afterward he
was tilting away from a deal with the previously favored Bass Pro Shop and
toward the Ericson proposal. “And I would guess others on the council might feel
that way,” Boyd said.

Though his son, councilman Shea Flinn, seemed to be arguing
for wait-and-see on Ericson’s finances, commissioner George Flinn was more
optimistic. Having heard an offer from the entrepreneur to begin $8 million
payments on a monthly basis and to supply appropriate letters of credit from
financial sources, the senior Flinn said flatly, “If you’re financially viable,
it’s a slam dunk.”

Seconds later, councilman Harold Collins agreed. Likening
Ericson to a suitor come “courting,” Collins had this to say concerning the
requested financial assurances: “Where’s the ring? And then we’ll marry.”

All of that was a dramatic turnaround for the man who had
been seeking just such an audience and just such a resolution as those he got
Monday. And, for their part, both the council and the commission had been
wondering, as the younger Flinn put it Wednesday, “Where’s the money?”

After making a Power-Point presentation and answering
questions from members of both legislative bodies, Ericson had been persuasive
enough about both his financial wherewithal and the viability of his Pyramid
Resorts proposal to win the aforesaid acknowledgment of parity from
Lipscomb, however grudging. And, though no vote was
taken on Wednesday, it seemed clear that those council and commission members
who were present would henceforth hold both Ericson’s proposal and that from
Bass Pro Shop to the same standard.

Both are now on the same starting line, or, as Commissioner
Mike Ritz put, capable of being compared to each other “apple to apple,”
allowing the two legislative bodies to “choose the project we like best” so long
as they could show equivalent financials.
And, if that outcome favored Pyramid Resorts, it was because Ericson and his
associate
Nikki Anthony seemed to convince their questioners that they might indeed show
them the money.

“There Are No Rules.”

The meeting had gotten underway in the 4th-floor
meeting room in the county office building with commissioner James Harvey
presiding and with commissioner Sidney Chism first expressing concerns about an “agenda” favoring Ericson’s proposal, and then seeking to
postpone the meeting. {Chism has been widely considered an exponent of the Bass Pro proposal, though he insists he is neutral — and skeptical of both sides.}

Chism asked if he could invoke the commission’s Rule 33,
which permits any member of the commission to postpone consideration of an item
for two weeks.

“There are no rules,” responded county commission
parliamentarian Brian Kuhn, who noted it was a joint council-commission meeting
and one, moreover, that was expected to propose no resolutions for immediate
action.

The answer did double duty – first, as a response to Chism, and, secondly, as a
description of the general muddle that now adheres to the status of The Pyramid,
Memphis’ most famous unemployed landmark.

Before the meeting, most members of either the commission
or the council would say, when polled privately, that they favored neither
Ericson’s theme park, the financing of which had been unclear, nor Bass Pro,
which presumably has enough financial endowment but is widely suspected, via a
series of letters-of-intent, followed by an ambiguous “development agreement,” of
stringing the city and county along

The next question that needed answering was asked by
councilman Shea Flinn, who wanted to know if Ericson intended to sketch out
plans for Mud Island or restrict himself to a proposal for the currently unused
Pyramid property. “Mud Island is off the table,” Ericson said firmly, thereby
reversing a previous position that limiting his project’s design would be a
“deal killer.”

Ericson went on to narrate his Power-Point presentation,
involving a plan to use “all 40 million cubic feet” of The Pyramid’s interior
and to install features like waterfalls, thrill sides, and an observation deck
while constructing an adjacent shopping plaza and hotel. Ericson cited the financial
wherewithal of several partner enterprises – Prosperity International, Essex
Investments, and BRC Imagination Arts.

“The most important thing is, we’re ready to start right
now,” Ericson said.

Harvey, asked about reports of declining attendance at
theme parks nationally. Ericson cited a report showing the contrary – that
attendance at theme parks had picked up during the previous two years and
several of them were contemplating expansion.

Chism then weighed in. “With the economy the way it is
now,” he said, “there is no way we can project with any certainty.” Ericson said
he agreed, but argued that local residents would respond to a depressed economy
by cutting back on travel and exploring the diversions (like, presumably,
Pyramid Resorts) that were close at hand.

At that point, Harvey came to the rescue. If Ericson made
the project “a world-class environment” and managed to “relieve the county of
debt, this commission doesn’t care if you make the money or not.”

Ericson demonstrated his flexibility by presenting an argument opposite to (or
perhaps complementary of) his previous one. Only 5 percent of intended
clientele reside within the Memphis market, he said, “We intend to advertise as
far as Chicago.” In fact, everywhere within a 500-mile radius.

Ericson proved adept at taking jabs at his rival. Asked
about one obscure-sounding proviso in his plan, he responded, “We actually took
that language directly from the Bass Pro document.” At another point, he
stressed a distinction between the various Bass approaches and the working document he came in with. “This is
not a letter of intent,” he said, “This is an agreement.”

And, lest anyone missed the point of that, he presented a
timeline starting with the point, some 80 months ago, that local government
signed its compact with the NBA Grizzlies and continuing through several
enumerated “letters of intent”from Bass Pro, followed by that company’s “missed
deadlines.”

One other point of distinction: Since Ericson’s group would
buy the building, not rent it a la Bass Pro, there would be the added difference
of property tax revenues for the city and county.

More Q and A from the two local legislative bodies
followed, with Harvey having taken his leave and Wyatt Bunker presiding in his
absence.

Would Ericson object to a proviso excluding casino use?
“No, they’re illegal in the state of Tennessee,” the entrepreneur answered.

What would his development period be? “Approximately three
years.”

“Two Good Deals”

After further back-and-forth, commissioner Steve Mulroy,
who has been an Ericson backer all along, argued that the city and county:
should give the Pyramid Resorts project a go-ahead. He added, “I don’t think
Bass Pro are into us. Even now, we’re in limboland while they’re doing
‘feasibility studies.’ Every month hundreds of thousands in debt service. Let’s get
on with it.”

That led in turn to a general agreement that both Pyramid
Resorts and Bass Pro would be given the opportunity to put their money down,
demonstrate their lines of credit and other signs of viability, and get their
projects started. It was that last concept and apparent concern about loopholes
in Bass Pro’s “development agreement” that led to the formal recognition of
parity – one that Lipscomb, who was spotted in the audience and was asked to
speak, assented to.

“We’ve got two good deals,” said the city official, who
said he had favored the Bass Pro Shop proposal because he had confidence in the
chain’s corporate underpinning. As for Ericson’s Pyramid Resorts, “I haven’t been
able to verify the financials. I’m not trying to disprove it. I’m trying to,
what, prove it.”

Lipscomb, citing Ericson’s need to demonstrate an ability
to handle unanticipated developmental expenses and operating costs, made it
clear he hadn’t backed off his regard for Bass Pro Shop. But he had conceded an
essential equality of treatment that Ericson and his associates can count on
henceforth.

And, as commissioner Joyce Avery noted, “I haven’t yet been
able to meet an official of Bass Pro Shop.” The same could not be said for Greg
Ericson. He was very much there on Wednesday and insisted he would be on hand
for any future requests for information. “Just tell us X and we’ll get you X,”
he said at one point.

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Tennessee GOP Issues Stupid, Racist Press Release

From a press release issued this afternoon: “The Tennessee Republican Party today joins a growing chorus of Americans concerned about the future of the nation of Israel, the only stable democracy in the Middle East, if Sen. Barack Hussein Obama is elected president of the United States.

It’s time to set the record straight about Barack Obama and where he really stands on vital issues such as national security and the security of Israel,” said Robin Smith, chairman of the Tennessee Republican Party. ‘Voters need to know about two items that surfaced today which strongly suggest that an Obama presidency will view Israel as a problem rather than a partner for peace in the Middle East.'”

Accompanying the release, which went on to quote Farrakhan extensively, and which ignored Obama’s “rejection and denunciation” of Farrakhan in last night’s debate, was a photo of Obama in Somali native costume, which the GOP-tards called “muslim dress,” (thereby remaining at least 24 hours behind the national news cycle, which had debunked the “muslim clothes” meme yesterday).

The release was soon being ridiculed on various national websites and shortly thereafter, the TN GOP issued the following “Clarification”: This release originally referenced a photo of Sen. Obama and incorrectly termed it to be “”Muslim” garb. It is, in fact, Somali tribal garb, hence, we have deleted the photo. Also, in order to diffuse attempts by Democrats and the Left to divert attention from the main point of this release — that Sen. Obama has surrounded himself with advisers and recieved (sic) endorsements from people who are anti-Semitic and anti-Israel — we have deleted the use of Barack Obama’s middle name.”

Yes, of course, it’s the “Democrats and the Left” who are at fault for seeing this as fear-mongering ignorance. Remember that, people.

By the way, if we’re not mistaken, Robin (we can’t tell you her real middle name, but it’s scary) Smith appears to be wearing traditional ass-hat garb in this photo.

–Bruce VanWyngarden

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Vandy Vanquishes Vols, 72-69

Bruce Pearl’s Tennessee Vols found out that becoming the number one team in the nation is one thing, while defending that title is quite another.

Three days after beating Memphis to take the top spot in the national rankings, the Vols got spanked in Nashville by the Commodores, and will likely lose their claim on number one.

For box score, stats, etc, go here.

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Rock ‘n Roll for For Red on Beale Street

Thursday night at EP’s on Beale, the Memphis Flyer, Macy’s, and other fine sponsors are holding a fund-raising party for “Go Red for Women,” a program of the American Heart Association.

Five bucks gets you in the door for complementary cocktails and appetizers. If you wear red, you get a specialty drink for free. And if you really want to high-roll it, $50 gets you into the VIP area. We’d tell you what goes on in there, but we’d have to kill you. Sorry.

Big fun for a great cause! Thursday at EP’s on Beale. For more information, call the Heart Association at 383-5400. All proceeds benefit the AHA.

www.rockandrollforred.com

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The North Mississippi Allstars Get Back to Basics With “Hernando.”

“We hope to tour as much as possible this year,” says Luther Dickinson, prior to a gig in Denver. His band, the North Mississippi Allstars, has been out supporting its latest release, “Hernando,” since mid-January.

“There was a period of time, when we first started playing, that all the touring influenced us a lot,” he says. “We were playing with different bands on the rock-and-roll scene night after night and at festivals — bands that we’d never even heard before, like Rage Against the Machine.”

Read the rest of Chris Davis’ interview with the North Mississippi Allstars.

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Lisa Marie Presley Preggers With Another Elvis Grandchild?

Priscilla Presley is putting on her dancing shoes, but if the gossip is
to be believed, it’s her daughter Lisa Marie who will be hearing the
pitter-patter of little feet.

According to The National Enquirer (and if you can’t believe The National Enquirer, then who can you believe?), Lisa Marie was pregnant when she married her fourth husband, Michael Lockwood, last month. She and Lockwood had intended to be married in the spring, but when she found she was with child, they rushed the ceremony.

Lisa Marie has two teen-aged children from her first marriage to Danny Keough.

Priscilla is slated to be on this season’s Dancing with the Stars, which begins Monday, March 17th. Dancing with Louis Van Amstel, Priscilla will
be pitted against fellow “stars” Adam Corolla, Marlee Matlin, Penn
Jillette, and Steve Guttenberg.

Count us relieved that Lisa’s former hubby Michael Jackson isn’t named in either of these items.

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Memphis is Number One … in Gluttony, Sloth, & Envy

In yet another attention-seeking, city-ranking survey, Forbes Magazine has cleverly come up with a list of “America’s Most Sinful Cities.” It worked, because we’re writing about it, even though it’s sketchy logic, at best.

The seven deadly sins are Avarice, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Sloth, Pride, and Wrath. According to Forbes, Memphis is Number One in Gluttony, Sloth, and Envy.

We totally win the title of America’s Most Sinful City! So finish off that double-Whopper, get your fat ass off the couch, and go steal something!

More of this nonsense — with an interactive map, no less — at Forbes.com.