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Liberto Loses Case

After almost a day and a half of deliberations, an eight-person jury found that Shelby County did not violate the constitutional rights of a Midtown man.

In late 2000, Joseph Liberto alleged he was sexually assaulted during a 36-hour incarceration at the Shelby County Jail on Poplar. He first told his story, in which he claimed four African-American males sodomized him with a metal spoon, to the Flyer in January 2001.

At the time, problems at the jail were widely known. In 1996, as part of a case in which an inmate was gang-raped, federal judge Jerome Turner ruled that conditions at the jail were unconstitutional. He also ordered that violent and nonviolent offenders be separated.

During Liberto’s civil trial, attorney Fred Jones Jr. defended Shelby County and former sheriff A.C. Gilless, now deceased. He argued that they were not retrying the 1996 case and hammered at inconsistent statements in Liberto’s testimony.

Liberto once said he was choked with a cloth during the assault, but in court he said he wasn’t. He was unclear how many men assaulted him and what exactly their roles were in the alleged attack. He was also unclear on what exactly a female guard said as she walked past his cell during the alleged attack.

“Possibly parts of his story are true,” Jones told the jury, “but you have to judge this case on the whole thing.”

Liberto attorney Timothy Dudley addressed the inconsistencies this way: “If you go through something traumatic like that, you’re not going to remember everything,” he said.

Dudley also pointed out that the physical evidence could not be manipulated. During the trial, jurors saw pictures taken at the Memphis Sexual Assault Resource Center that showed injury to Liberto’s thumb, knees, and rectal area.

“If he was not sexually assaulted, where did these injuries come from?” asked Dudley. “If they had put [only] nonviolent offenders like Joe in Pod D, do you think Joe Liberto would have been attacked?”

Liberto said he has no plans to appeal.

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What They Said

About the lineup of the 2008 Beale Street Music Fest:

“I can’t recall a time where I was actually excited for Memphis In May, which is disappointing since my birthday is in May. The bookers of this slop fest continue to put on washed up acts (Arrested Development, Jerry Lee Lewis, Joan Jett), predictable acts (Flyleaf, Disturbed, Project Pat, Finger Eleven), and then try to cover it all up with star “names” (Aretha Franklin, Michael McDonald).” — BrianM

About Joe Conason’s “Rant” about Ralph Nader once again running for president:
“It’s much easier to slag the one candidate interested in social justice and the plight of the working class than to examine why a so-called ‘major’ political party has won only three presidential elections in the last 40 years — one gift-wrapped because of Watergate, and the other two because of Perot.” — Stork

About “Are Memphis Grizzlies the NBA’s Washington Generals?” by NBA blogger Craig Kwasniewski:
“This is not just about the Grizzlies. This is about Memphis and how Memphis always gets the suckiest, no matter what. The Grizzlies are a total joke. Now this town is going to get stuck with the mortgage on the FedEx Forum when the owners pay out and walk.” — Rantboy

Comment of the Week:
About “Goodbye and Good Luck” on the future careers of basketball Tigers Joey Dorsey and Andre Allen. Writer Frank Murtaugh predicted, “Neither player will make a living in the NBA.”:
“You need to get over having your lunch money taken from you at school when you were a little boy. You are obviously holding a grudge from some pounding as a child. Goodbye, and good luck.” — 38103

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Sustaining Shelby

Shelby County mayor A C Wharton may only have two years left in office, but already he’s thinking about the county’s budget for many years ahead. Many, many years ahead.

Wharton kicked off his “Sustainable Shelby” initiative last week at the Memphis Botanic Garden, convening a group of community members and county employees to serve on seven committees. In four months, the committees — building codes, public incentives, and environment and nature, among others — will present an agenda for sustainable growth.

“This is something we have to do,” Wharton told the assembled group. “Shelby County is now on what we all know is an unsustainable journey to the future.”

According to information from the initiative, sustainability is “using, developing, and protecting resources at a rate and in a manner that enables people to meet their current needs and also provides that future generations can meet their own needs. Sustainability requires simultaneously meeting environmental, economic, and community needs.”

Wharton said people from all parts of the county say they want neighborhoods where they can walk to the store or park; they want so-called complete streets, which allow for transportation other than automobiles; and they want less sprawl.

“Our citizens might not call it sustainability, but nonetheless, they’re leading the movement,” Wharton said.

For county government, however, sustainability is important to its fiscal future. Suburban sprawl — and its need for expensive infrastructure and additional schools and services — is at the heart of the county’s financial problems. Suburban sprawl also takes its toll on the city’s coffers, weakening the residential tax base.

“There is no way that either government can afford the path we’re now following,” Wharton said.

To show committee members that environmental practices are also fiscally savvy, Portland economist Joe Cortright talked about cities’ “green dividend.”

Using Portland as a case study, Cortright said green policies are not about self-denial but can pay off in economic dividends.

In the United States, the national median distance for citizens to drive is 24 miles each day. In Portland, that number is 20 miles. Four miles might not seem like a big difference, but as Cortright breaks it down — the distance for each person per day, per year, times 40 cents for each mile — it is.

“That’s $1.1 billion a year people in our region didn’t spend on gas,” Cortright said. “That billion doesn’t go away; it gets spent in the local economy.”

(This example underscores the relationship between the environment, energy, and global security, but that might be a topic for another day.)

Cortright attributes Portland’s four-mile difference to three things: The city’s longtime urban-growth boundary restricts sprawl, available transportation alternatives, and residents’ personal choices.

“Government can set the table,” Cortright said, but “ultimately consumers in the community have to make decisions about how they live and how they’re going to travel.”

But I think how the government sets the table can make all the difference.

Take transportation, for example. According to Cortright, Memphians drive 26.5 miles per person per day. Reducing that figure to the national median, however, would mean $280 million in savings.

So how do you get people to drive less?

Most people make choices based on self-interest. The challenge for leaders is to make it easy for people to act in both their and the community’s best interest.

Would people be more likely to use public transportation if they knew it was going to be on time? If it gets them to work in roughly the same amount of time it takes to drive? And what if it is perceived as clean, safe, easy to use, and cost-effective?

Would people be more likely to hop on a bicycle if there are designated bike lanes on city streets?

Another way to cut back on drive time is for destinations — home and work, home and the grocery store — to be closer together.

Wharton hopes that the county can become a model for sustainable communities. I hope he’s right, but I think we have a long way to go.

As I was leaving the meeting, I looked for a recycling bin for my aluminum Coke can. There was nothing. And for a meeting about sustainability, held at the Botanic Garden, that spoke just as loud as Wharton or Cortright.

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New Day at the Shelter

Last October, Lisa Trenthem of Good Dog Rescue was devastated when the border collie mix she’d hoped to adopt from Memphis Animal Services was euthanized for allergies. Weeks later, the Memphis Animal Coalition was formed to push for changes at the shelter.

Among the group’s goals were decreasing the shelter’s high euthanasia rate, changing the policy for adopting sick animals, expanding shelter hours, and pushing the shelter to hire a director.

At a coalition meeting last Monday, Ken Moody, the newly appointed city director of public works, said that many of the changes are under way.

Earnest Alexander, former manager of Albuquerque’s animal shelter, will begin working as the new director of Memphis Animal Services on March 17th.

“Albuquerque has become very pro-animal,” Trenthem said. “Luckily, [Alexander] is coming from that environment.”

Coalition members would like to see Alexander institute some of the services and policies from the Albuquerque shelter, such as pit bull puppy training classes and a low-cost spay and neuter program.

The Memphis shelter also has changed its adoption policy.

“In the past, we didn’t adopt out animals with health issues, but now we have agreements with [rescue] groups who say they are willing to adopt out those animals,” Moody said.

The shelter has extended its adoption hours from 26 hours per week to 39 hours per week. And it’s begun hosting mobile adoption events at Petco at Poplar and Highland every other Saturday.

“Before, the Critter Coach was just sitting out back behind the shelter, and it wasn’t being used,” said Beverly King of the animal coalition. “Now they’re taking animals to Petco twice a month, and almost every dog they’ve taken has been adopted.”

Moody said the shelter may soon begin hosting mobile adoption events every weekend.

Moody also said the shelter hopes to bring down its high euthanasia rate. Last year, the shelter killed 83 percent of the animals taken in.

“We’re working on the issues,” according to Moody. “We’re trying to show more compassion and commit to keeping as many animals alive as we can.”

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Shelby Farms Thinks Big

In the apt words of Shelby Farms consultant Alex Garvin, the idea is to turn an ordinary park into something extraordinary. The challenge is to make people care.

A lot of the things proposed in the new and improved Shelby Farms Park are already there: wide-open spaces, walking paths, roads for cruising, fishing, buffalo, canoeing, gardening, disc golf, dog-training, bike trails, picnic tables, small boats, a conference room. Or they’ve been tried: concerts, races, horseback riding, seasonal displays. Or you can do them better somewhere else: soccer, tennis, outdoor basketball, fishing. Or the developers of the riverfront and Mid-South Fairgrounds have similar ideas.

The do-nothing option is not bad. There are no money pits or eyesores in Shelby Farms — which is more than some critics are likely to say about the bolder parts of the three designs on display at the main library and at shelbyfarmspark.org.

So, from a supportive but jaded Memphian who remembers the openings of Mud Island, The Pyramid, Patriot Lake, Shelby Show Place Arena, and Agricenter International, here are a few suggestions you probably won’t see anytime soon.

The Willingham Express. Named for former Shelby County commissioner John Willingham, who once talked for 56 straight hours about the missing MATA bus station at FedExForum’s parking garage, this park shuttle totes visitors and their bikes for free. MATA provides the services of five of the 4,978 buses in its parking lot on North Watkins and closes the Madison Avenue trolley line and gives riders free cars instead.

The Welch Driving Range and Pitch-and-Putt. Named for developer Jackie Welch, who proposed selling off part of Shelby Farms along Germantown Parkway and putting in, among other things, a driving range to raise money to improve the rest of the park. The proposal received exactly one enthusiastic response — mine. I hereby donate 50 used golf balls to the cause.

White Boy’s House of Games. Features in-line skating, skateboarding, BMX course, paddle tennis, and NASCAR worship to the musical accompaniment of Memphis party bands of the Sixties.

The Great Memphis Yard Sale and Swap Shop. The problem with high-end designers is that they are high-end designers. Their work would be improved by spending a few weekend afternoons visiting yard sales in Frayser, Whitehaven, Cordova, Midtown, and Germantown. If this recession keeps up, the bargains will be unbelievable.

Sierra Club Hug-a-Tree. Featuring an actual tree transplanted from Overton Park’s Old Forest for the zoo expansion. Wrap your arms around this baby and you’ll be green in no time. Add on to the one million new trees one designer has already proposed. A million is an abstraction; 1,000,001 is a real number.

Whac-A-Tree. Inspired by the popular game Whac-A-Mole, customers line up for a chance to take an ax or chainsaw to an actual tree, while a member of the Sierra Club hurls verbal abuse.

MPD Free Bike Exchange. This one’s for everyone in Memphis who has ever had a bike stolen, which is to say everyone in Memphis. The bikes are free, and the supply is regularly supplemented by the Memphis Police Department’s impound lot. The catch is that they are painted dorky colors and have big-booty seats and sissy handlebars.

Baby-Bass Pro Lake. Face it, The Pyramid is too hard to adapt. But Bass Pro polishes its tarnished image in Memphis by stocking new lakes and donating lures and worms to any fisherman under the age of 12 or over the age of 65.

Memphis Homebuilders Street-Soccer Complex. In honor of the Mexican laborers who built 98 percent of the homes in Shelby County in the last 15 years, this is no Mike Rose Fields. The fields are irregular size with patches of bare ground, uniforms and mothers are banned, and the official language is Spanish. If you can’t speak it, you can’t play. Best tacos in Memphis at the concession stand.

Design-On-A-Dime Gardens. One dime gets you and three of your friends land rights to a tenth of an acre garden plot. Free mulch, seeds, and use of tools. HGTV meets American Idol when park visitors pick the gardens of the year and winners get a free round-trip plane ticket to the famous garden of their choice.

Joey’s Hard Luck Hardcourts. Named for Memphis Tiger Joey Dorsey, these outdoor courts have windscreens, lights, and decent nets. Tiger basketball players put on dunking contests and free-throw shooting clinics. Three out of 10 usually takes it.

Bloggers Paint-Ball Pit. Hosted by blogger Thaddeus Mathews, players are divided into teams according to which group they hate the most — blacks, whites, liberals, or Willie Herenton. No blood, no foul. Masks mandatory to assure anonymity.

Kustoff Resigns

United States attorney David Kustoff, who oversaw most of the Tennessee Waltz prosecutions, announced his resignation Tuesday, effective May 16th.

Kustoff, a Republican who was formerly active in Shelby County politics, became U.S. attorney for western Tennessee in March 2006. He plans to join his former law firm, Kustoff and Strickland, in partnership with Memphis City Council member Jim Strickland.

“Personally, the timing is right,” Kustoff said in an interview. “Recently, I have had people across the community ask me if I would seek to be renominated after the presidential election. I came to the conclusion that I would not. I can leave on my own terms and go back and practice law.”

Kustoff said he and his wife are expecting their second child in three or four weeks.

“There is nothing more to it than that,” he said.

Kustoff did not try cases himself. However, he was frequently in front of news cameras at press conferences announcing indictments and convictions in big federal investigations.

United States attorneys are political appointees and often choose to leave office when a president from the other party is elected.

Kustoff said his resignation should not be interpreted as an indication that he thinks the Democrats are about to take the White House.

“I’m not going to prognosticate anything,” he said. “Regardless of who is elected, it will be time for somebody else to serve as United States attorney.”

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Mississippi Mud

“I don’t know how somebody who’s in second place gets off offering the vice presidency to somebody who’s in first place,” said Barack Obama to one of his typically Woodstockian throngs at Jackson State University Monday night. It was an elaboration of what he’d said earlier to a crowd in Columbus on a day of campaigning in Mississippi, a new mantra for his campaign that already had several and a crowd-pleaser.

It was Obama’s version of what General Anthony McAuliffe, commander of encircled airborne troops at Bastogne, had said to a German military delegation seeking his surrender at the height of the Battle of the Bulge in December 1944. “Nuts!” McAuliffe had responded — a brush-off that expressed his contempt both for the suggestion and for the logic behind it.

Candidate Obama’s thinking was likewise. In Mississippi, as at that beleaguered outpost in Belgium, it must have seemed obvious that immediate help was on the way. Just as McAuliffe had reason to believe that General George S. Patton’s tanks would shortly be relieving his encircled troops, so did the Illinois senator have reasonable expectations of winning the Mississippi primary on the basis of the state’s large African-American voting population.

And, beyond that, Obama, like General McAuliffe before him, saw an endgame that inexorably favored him, whatever his adversary’s short-term successes might seem to be. Yes, New York senator Hillary Clinton might have achieved breakthroughs in Texas and Ohio, but, as numerous analyses by the established political punditry have pointed out, those triumphs had barely dented Obama’s lead in delegates. Nor would another win next month in Pennsylvania be likely to do so.

“Somebody’s trying to hoodwink you,” the Illinois senator told the crowd in Jackson, and maybe that was the explanation for Clinton’s dangling of a vice-presidential offer, made three days earlier to a crowd in Canton. Or maybe it was simple chutzpah or — more favorably to Clinton, metaphor-wise — a shrewd evocation of the underdog ethos: David vs. Goliath. Or, closer to home, maybe she, like Mississippi’s own Eli Manning, had begun to spark enough lightning to kindle a miracle fourth-quarter finish that could put her over, after all.

Well, there are metaphors, and there is realpolitik, as practiced by the likes of, say, Karl Rove, the all-too-literal-minded steward of George W. Bush’s political fortunes during his rise to — and maintenance of — power.

And there was Rove, writing in The Wall Street Journal last week. Taking note of Clinton’s wins in Texas and Ohio, as well as the long-term odds favoring Obama, the man whom Bush had famously nicknamed “Turdblossom” got down to some bottom-line calculations, linking the fortunes and strategies of the New York Democrat to those of Arizona senator John McCain, the Republican who has already secured a lock on his party’s presidential nomination.

“So what must Mr. McCain and Mrs. Clinton do, especially in the seven weeks before Pennsylvania?” asked Rove rhetorically. That got answered in his next paragraph: “Both need to focus on Mr. Obama’s biggest weaknesses.” And in the next: “Mr. McCain and Mrs. Clinton also need to continue highlighting Mr. Obama’s lack of experience.”

No sooner said than done. On Thursday of last week, the very same day that Rove’s Journal piece appeared and on the eve of her appearances in Mississippi, Clinton had this to say at a widely noted press conference in Washington:

“I think that since we now know Senator McCain will be the nominee for the Republican Party, national security will be front and center in this election. We all know that. And I think it’s imperative that each of us be able to demonstrate we can cross the commander-in-chief threshold. I believe that I’ve done that. Certainly, Senator McCain has done that and you’ll have to ask Senator Obama with respect to his candidacy.”

And, as they say on those late-night TV offers, Wow, that’s not all! Clinton went on. After calling McCain “a distinguished man with a great history of service to our country,” she presumed to say (on what basis she did not fully spell out) that she, like the former naval aviator and Vietnam War POW, had crossed the aforesaid commander-in-chief threshold.

She continued: “There are certain critical issues that voters always look to in a general election. National security experience [and] the qualifications to be commander-in-chief are front and center. They always have been. They always will be. I think you’ll be able to imagine many things Senator McCain will be able to say. He’s never been the president, but he will put forth his lifetime of experience. I will put forth my lifetime of experience. Senator Obama will put forth a speech he made in 2002.”

Ouch! Speaking of vice-presidential possibilities, a visitor from Mars could be excused for thinking that Clinton might herself be bucking for a place on the ticket with McCain, ready for a patriotic crusade against some upstart named Obama.

Give her this. Hillary Clinton is nothing if not tenacious. And, consistent with the warriorlike rhetoric of her D.C. press conference, she is now — effectively and, it would seem, gladly — carrying the brunt of her own battle. Husband Bill, chastened by blowback from the media (and, very likely, from voters) after his own earlier harsh criticism of Obama, seems to have settled into the role of helpful spouse on the stump.

Heeding the U.S. Weather Service’s urgent warnings — all too believable, given the amount of snow and sleet that was already coming down so freakishly and furiously on Friday afternoon — I turned back from a planned jaunt down to Tupelo for an appearance by the ex-president. The concept of “‘Elvis’ comes to Tupelo” — “Elvis” being President Clinton’s Secret Service code name — was a powerful incentive, but, alas, this courier did get stayed, though according to subsequent press reports, a crowd estimated at between 1,000 and 3,000 ended up braving the bad weather.

Those same press reports seemed unanimous and even explicit that Mr. Clinton said or did nothing out of the ordinary — certainly nothing contentious. Given that he was in the real Elvis birthplace, he paid the expected homage to the rock icon. And, of course, he had fulsome praise for his wife. The representative quote that emerged, however, was this one, from a traveling reporter for the New York Daily News:

“I have loved this election because I didn’t have to be against anybody.”

And there was daughter Chelsea Clinton, who made the round of college campuses in Mississippi, eschewing controversy but, according to what I saw on TV, sounding the same talking points, more or less, as her mother. Having met Miss Clinton in Memphis back in January, I had found her to be a remarkably shy individual but poised enough to cancel out the downside of that.

As for Chelsea’s DNA … well, visually she is an almost perfect blend of her mother and father. But once she opens her mouth, her accents and inflections, even her all-too-sincere way of enunciating broad slogans, pre-shaped for ready and repeatable delivery, are all Hillary. And there’s not much rascal in her, either way.

“Elvis”: It has to be said that if his facsimile exists in this election year, it is Obama who is closest to being a clone, who can transmit real energy to a crowd and extract energy from it. People — and not just his critics — talk about the fact that Obama’s speech is more or less the same from stump to stump and from state to state, and, for better and for worse, that is true.

Just as, it should be said, Elvis himself, in each of the phases of his career, did more or less the same act from stage to stage. But Obama has been made sensitive to the charge. And, at Jackson State, he had a whole laundry list of issues, à la Clinton: higher teachers’ salaries, tuition credits, middle-class tax breaks, Peace Corps-like service in return for scholarships, inflation-pegged minimum-wage increases, fuel-efficiency standards …

Even: “As commander in chief, I will do everything that is required to make sure that nobody does America harm.”

But, as always, he was at his best ringing changes on his simple themes of “change” and “hope,” relating the latter word to the sacrifices and struggles of Mississippians to gain civil rights:

“You know about hope right here in Mississippi. Imagining and then fighting for it, working for what has been before, that’s what hope is.”

As for change, and his opponent’s own claims to represent it, he lumped together everything from NAFTA to her support for the 2002 war resolution to the recent “kitchen sink” strategy aimed at him and said, “That’s not change, we’re accustomed to that. That’s what got us into the hole we’ve got now.”

And there was no doubting the power of his close:

“This is our moment, this is our time. … And, if you will stand with me … I promise you we will not just win Mississippi, we will win this whole nation, and we will win this general election, you and I together, we will change this country, and we will change the world.”

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Win-Win?

Way back when she first considered running for president of the United States (which was likely sometime during her undergraduate career at Wellesley, if not earlier) Hillary Clinton doubtless nursed, along with an enormous personal ambition, the impersonal goal of opening up that great

frontier of power and responsibility to women at large. An abundant supply of classmates’ reminiscences make it clear that she was widely regarded as a natural for such an office. Indeed, it seems to have been a remarkable act of will that allowed her to subordinate herself for so long to the political career of her uniquely talented husband.

Hillary Clinton was, in a strictly modern sense of an old-fashioned concept, a model wife and helpmate. She paid the dues, putting up, as we know, with a multitude of indignities. And this year, after eight years of honorable service in the U.S. Senate, it seemed to be her time — and, not so incidentally, time at last for her gender to succeed at the very top of ambition and success in America.

Only, when a heartfelt cry went up — “This is our time! This is our moment!” — in this pivotal political year of 2008, it was uttered not by her but by her chief opponent, a relative political newcomer on the national political scene with the odd name of Barack Obama. He, too, like both of the political Clintons, was clearly gifted, but, as an unknown Illinois state senator as recently as 2004, Obama’s platform for a presidential race had come out of nowhere, via fluke situations that basically disqualified both his Democratic primary opponent and his original Republican opponent in that year’s U.S. Senate race.

Once launched in national politics, Obama was self-propelling, and when he scored early success in the Iowa caucuses, he became the person to beat for the presidency. And he was an African American. Literally. He was the son of a Kenyan father and a Kansas-born mother. A collateral advantage of his unusual heritage was that he was not descended from American slaves, a fact that may explain an appealing lack of racial tension in his makeup.

Cutting to the chase: Whoever wins the bitterly contested fight for the Democratic nomination will ipso facto extend the possibilities of American citizenship in an unprecedented manner. That’s something for the partisans of both candidates to remember when the time comes to reconcile.

The aforesaid advance will be true even if Republican John McCain turns out to be the winner in November. And, come to think of it, if McCain should take office at 72 as the oldest elected president in our history, he’ll also revise the frontier of opportunity, won’t he?

Kustoff’s Tenure

There are activists in government, and there are time-servers. David Kustoff, who offered a surprise resignation as U.S. attorney on Tuesday (see City Beat), was clearly the former. His attention to detail, coupled with a determination to extend the reach of justice, especially in cases of political corruption and other white-collar crime, will mark his time in office as worthy of serious attention in the annals of law and politics.

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When Kooks Endorse: McCain and Obama and Their Controversial Supporters

Whatever their true private beliefs, presidential candidates in America are constantly required to provide proofs of faith, often through their connections with various religious figures.

Benedictions from the pulpit bestow an aura of righteousness — except, of course, when the pastor or minister is a disreputable kook whose endorsement should be an embarrassment.

In recent weeks, both Barack Obama and John McCain have suffered exactly this kind of indignity, under very different circumstances.

Read the rest of Joe Conason’s Rant.

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Chris Herrington’s SXSW Diary: Day One

Wednesday

Due to various complications getting out of Memphis, Flyer photographer Justin Burks and I were pretty late rolling into Austin Wednesday night for the annual South By Southwest Music Festival. By the time we got checked in to our hotel, registered and credentialed for the festival, and found sustenance in the form of enchiladas and guacamole, it was almost midnight.

There are more Memphis-connected acts playing this year’s festival — perhaps the country’s largest annual music-industry showcase of (mostly) emerging artists — than ever before. But the only Memphis act on the slate for Wednesday night was hip-hop-/rock-/soul-hybrid faves Free Sol, whose 9 p.m. showcase was going to be a longshot even if we’d gotten an earlier start out of town.

Wading into the fray at close to midnight, we missed a chance to see Kimya Dawson, the singer-songwriter who’s become a very unlikely star via her appearance on the Juno soundtrack, because she played an hour earlier than her scheduled set time. Finally, we settled on getting into the large indoor/outdoor club Emo’s to see Ohio blues-rock duo The Black Keys.

On the way to Emo’s, we spotted Memphis-based Folk Alliance director (and one of the SXSW founders) Louis Jay Meyers crossing the street. Once inside the club, the warm-up music piping through the PA was Memphian Jay Reatard’s recent album Blood Visions, a sign that Reatard could end up being the most visible and buzzed-about Memphis artist at the festival this year.

The Black Keys, who once did an entire album covering songs by the late north Mississippi bluesman Junior Kimbrough, were good — strong, confident, their guitarist justifiably in love with the sound he was getting out of his instrument. But they’re sort of like the White Stripes without songs or a singer (or as cute a drummer), and I became bored and a little claustrophobic.

Going back outside for air, I wandered down Red River Road and into one of the happy accidents that makes SXSW worthwhile. With six or so bands playing official showcases each night at 80 or so participating venues (not to mention an unfathomable number of unofficial events going on around the clock), the sheer crush of music in Austin each year is overwhelming, so you never know what you might see.

Walking down Red River, I heard a familiar sound — no, noise — blaring from the open door of a club, Spiro’s. It was a cover of “Funhouse” by proto-punk band the Stooges, a record I adore. I went in to check it out and what I saw was a stage crammed with college-aged derelicts who looked very much like the Manson Family — out of control facial hair, tribal face paint, and acid-casualty expressions. There was a four- (or five?) piece horn section bashing into each other like a mosh pit while they played and a lewd lead singer prowling around exhorting the whole band.

It looked ridiculous, but it sounded just like the apocalyptic jazz-punk meltdown Iggy Pop and his band put on vinyl in 1970. In this case, that wasn’t lack of imagination. It was a heroic feat. The band was Dark Meat, from Athens, Georgia. Goes to show you never can tell.

Making my way back up Red River, I met up with my cohorts at Emo’s, where they had congregated after the night-ending showcases they’d attended. Walking into the bar, the lights were up, there was a middling crowd milling about, and there was a lone young woman standing on the slightly elevated stage warbling an amateurish but likeable version of the Guns ‘N Roses classic “Sweet Child O Mine” into the microphone, accompanied by piped-in music.

A post-showcase round of karaoke? No — the headliner! It was The Blow, an electronic duo (though the singer’s better half didn’t appear to be around) from Portland that a Memphian recently returned from the Pacific Northwest tells me is quite popular throughout the region. Proof that, in indie rock, there’s a thin line between a put-on and a sensation.

SXSW action goes full-throttle starting today, with Amy LaVere, MGMT, and the aforementioned Jay Reatard among the Memphis-connected artists with official showcases scheduled. Check back tomorrow for a full report on some of the local and nonlocal happenings down here in Austin.

— Chris Herrington

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Civil War Ghosts: Bad Acting Wrecks a Philosophical Spook Story.

In 2006, Playwrights Forum scored an Ostrander Award for best original script with Pound, Sean O’Leary’s sparklingly complex play about Ezra Pound, the fascist American poet and spiritual father of modernist verse.

The shoestring production was a thrilling example of everything that’s good and right with this small but tenacious theater group dedicated to staging new works by emerging writers. So it makes perfect sense that the Forum would produce Beneath Shelton Laurel, another intriguing play by O’Leary, a clever writer who tends to construct his fictional encounters as extensions of historical record. It makes no sense at all, however, that this emotionally charged examination of events related to an actual Civil War-era massacre of civilians by Confederate troops, hasn’t been given the workout it deserves.

Beneath Shelton Laurel tells the story of two Confederate officers with blood on their hands who are forced to confront, quite literally, the ghosts of their past. The play is an all-too-relevant essay on the human animal’s ability to rationalize even the most horrible deeds in order to avoid guilt and responsibility.

As the aging officers, notable actors Marler Stone and Jim Spratley both struggle to remember their lines and stammer through what little they easily recall. And that’s too bad, because these wrecked parts seem to have come custom-made for these generally capable performers. Tripp Hurst fares much better as the angry ghost of Old Jim Shelton. Randi Sluder’s full and furious portrayal of Patsy Shelton, Jim’s formidable widow is, by turns, heartbreaking and heroic.

American history enthusiasts may still enjoy Beneath Shelton Laurel in spite of its flaws. It’s a resonant, Greek Tragedy-inspired meditation on the legacy of war and mankind’s darker angels.

Beneath Shelton Laurel is at TheatreWorks through March 16. 725-2040.