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The McCain Effect

At least as far as Tennessee’s two Republican senators are concerned, all those stories about John McCain‘s short fuse are on target.

Asked back in the winter whether he’d ever been on the receiving end of an outburst from the presumptive Republican presidential nominee, Senator Lamar Alexander told the Flyer, “Yes, I have,” adding after a pause, “There are very few of us [senators] who haven’t.” Alexander’s junior colleague Bob Corker, who was elected in 2006 after a tight battle with former Memphis congressman Harold Ford Jr., concurs.

After addressing a luncheon meeting of the Associated Builders and Contractors at the University Club on Monday, Corker was asked if he, too, had run afoul of the famous McCain temperament. “Yes. Very early on, I was a party to that,” Corker said. “It’s not an urban myth. It’s just a fact. But at the same time, John has been a true American hero, and he feels very strongly about the positions he holds, and when he disagrees with you, he lets you know.” The former Chattanooga mayor and businessman shrugged. “That’s just part of being in the Senate.”

Both Alexander and Corker, it should be said, are supportive of McCain’s presidential bid. On one key question — relations with Iran — Corker’s position seems to have evolved into something close to McCain’s hawkish views.

Yes, Corker still believes it’s important, as he stressed upon entering the Senate last year, to maintain communications with nations like Syria and Iran — both either actually or potentially in conflict with American policy goals in the Middle East. “We already are engaged with these countries at lower levels,” Corker said. He had a “but” clause, however, maintaining, “We ought not do it at the presidential level unless proper preparations have been made” toward moving the two nations closer to American aims. It was inappropriate to prematurely “raise the stature of governments that are acting poorly,” he said.

“We have to be careful about rattling sabers too much,” the senator acknowledged, but, in the case of Iran, he, like McCain, would keep the threat of military action on the table. “The most destabilizing thing in the world would be for Iran to acquire nuclear weapons,” Corker said. And he would not rule out a “preemptive” strike in that worst-case scenario.

But Corker also believes that, while the present government of Iran is “extremist,” the people of that country like Americans and “the best outcome is for the people of Iran to tire of the burdens and the sanctions currently placed on their government and to force a regime change. Meanwhile, leverage should be exerted through countries like Russia and China, “both of which have enormous influence with Iran.”

In his remarks at the University Club, Corker focused on domestic policy issues. The senator, who previously had opposed a cap-and-trade measure, said he might be open to a “rational” version of the legislation. In general, as Corker explained cap-and-trade, it would ration carbon dioxide discharges by industry, assigning “allowances” that had value as securities — a means whereby government coffers could be replenished simultaneous with positive environmental action.

On the question of global warming, he said, “I choose not to debate with scientists.”

In th long run, said Corker, America should move away from fossil fuels as a source of energy. Among other things, that meant a renascence of nuclear energy. In the short term, Corker strongly advocated off-shore drilling as a means to increase petroleum reserves.

The senator viewed with considerable alarm congressional spending practices and the fact of an ever-increasing national deficit — now at the level of $540 billion after “10 years” of negligence and inattention. He noted that he was one of “12 or 13 senators” who had voted against President Bush’s tax rebate stimulus plan: “It’ll cost us $66 billion, which we’ll never get back.” Meanwhile, he said, there was an $8 billion shortfall in federal highway construction.

On the issue of health care, Corker touted a formula of his own — the “Every American Insured Health Act” — for enlarging the number of Americans able to acquire private medical insurance and noted proudly, “McCain’s adopted it and is running on it.”

Early in his luncheon remarks, Corker had described himself as “one of the most nonpartisan people in the Senate,” pointing out that he had sought out legislative partnerships with Democrats.

This, of course, had been McCain’s own practice — historically, at least — though one that was arguably less evident during the Arizona senator’s battle for the 2008 Republican presidential nomination. Together with the various other positions taken on Monday by Corker — a growing hawkishness in foreign affairs, a measurable degree of environmental consciousness co-existent with a call for new energy sources, strict fiscal conservatism, and pride in taking maverick positions — it was a stance uncannily like that of the soon-to-be Republican presidential nominee.

With one important difference: There are no signs yet that the mild-mannered senator from Tennessee has acquired a volcanic temper à la McCain — a fact Corker’s colleagues no doubt appreciate.

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News The Fly-By

What They Said

About our online poll, “Should We Allow Cars On Main Street?”:

“No way. It’s bad enough that we allow cars on the roads and highways. If you’re going to let people drive on Main Street, you may as well open up the sidewalks, too.” — autoegocrat

About “Memphis Newspaper Guild Files NLRB Charges Against Commercial Appeal”:

“After many dedicated years at the CA, I was one of the unfortunate ones that was escorted out like a common criminal. With the exception of a few people left, classified advertising has been outsourced to NY. Maybe being escorted out was a blessing in disguise.” — asian

About “Restore School Funding!” by MCS school board member Jeff Warren:

“As I teacher I have already received a letter about possible job cuts, our new textbooks have been canceled, and that is probably the tip of the iceberg. If this is political posturing to prove some point, don’t do it with MY STUDENTS. If the City Council wants more accountability, that’s fine but not at the expense of MY STUDENTS.” — Dianne

Comment of the Week:

About “Mayor Coaxes Council to Support ‘Dramatic School Reform'” by Jackson Baker:

“I can’t see the mirrors through all this smoke.”
— tomguleff

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Chip In

Eyewitness News Everywhere anchor Cameron Harper believes in helping people, and he also loves a good time. That’s why he organized the Eyewitness News Celebrity Putt Putt Tournament, now in its fourth year, to benefit the Ronald McDonald House of Memphis. Last year, the tournament raised $40,000 from participants, sponsors, and Harper’s tireless promotion of the family-friendly event.

Flyer: Rumor has it that you hate to golf.

Harper: Not true. Golf hates me. A few years go, I took lessons in Arizona at one of the finest golf schools in the world. I got expelled, I was so bad. My swing was a threat to public safety.

Who are the local celebrities participating in the tournament?

Let’s see, almost all of our crew at Eyewitness News Everywhere. The Griz will be there, and he’s bringing along a couple of the very talented Grizzlies dancers. Not to be outdone, Rocky the Redbird is bringing a couple of Redbirds players. Corey B. Trotz will be there to handle any legal issues that may arise from my swing. And, of course, Ronald McDonald. I really wanted more celebrities, but I ran out of bribe money.

Has anyone ever won the hole-in-one Lexus?

Not yet, but last year a player did come within a few feet of the hole. Actually, the shot is a very workable distance.

Is there anything else you’d like to tell us about the tournament?

The tournament is just a lot of fun, none of this serious golf stuff and no whining. Players get a goodie bag filled with, well, goodies, some of it actually valuable, and they get a free lunch. Oh, and one other important point: Every dollar we raise goes to the Ronald McDonald House.

4th Annual Eyewitness News Everywhere Celebrity Putt-Putt Tournament, Saturday, June 28th, Golf and Games Family Park, 9 a.m. registration. Rain date is Sunday, June 29th. Go to myeyewitnessnews.com for information.

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Opinion Viewpoint

Gorgeous George

There are very few comedians who can really tickle my funny bone, and, sadly, more and more of them are dying. I always had an affinity for the “borscht belt” comedians. Maybe that’s because I had the glorious chance in my youth to spend time at places like the Concord and Grossinger’s in upstate New York.

Few people remember anymore how many of the comedic greats got their start in the Catskills. Woody Allen, Milton Berle, Lenny Bruce, Jerry Lewis, Don Rickles, Rodney Dangerfield, Henny Youngman, Buddy Hackett, Shelley Berman, and Jonathan Winters (the list goes on and on) all got going in what was affectionately called the “Jewish Alps.”

Forgive me a moment of ethnic hubris, but to this day, many of the most talented comics of our time come from that same cultural heritage: Adam Sandler, Jerry Seinfeld, Larry David, Al Franken, and Lewis Black, to name just a few.

But to my affinity for comedians who are “members of the Tribe,” I have made exceptions — most notably for Robin Williams, Richard Pryor, and yes, George Carlin, who, sadly, left us for good this week.

I had the great good fortune to see Carlin perform a few years ago in Tunica. The guy was absolutely amazing, regaling the audience with nearly two hours of seemingly extemporaneous shtick (how do those guys remember all that?) and showcasing his irreverence and lack of respect for any and every one of society’s most revered principles and institutions.

There was no such thing as a sacred cow to Carlin, and the proof of that was that God and religion were two of his favorite targets. To him, God was the “invisible man in the sky,” which may have been why Carlin professed to worship the sun (because, he said, he could actually see it) and to pray to Joe Pesci (because, he said, Pesci looked like a guy who could get things done).

He famously abridged the Ten Commandments into two (“Thou shalt always be honest and faithful to the provider of thy nookie” and “Thou shalt try real hard not to kill anyone, unless, of course, they pray to a different invisible man from the one you pray to”) and added a third commandment of his own: “Thou shalt keep thy religion to thyself.”

Carlin’s disdain for government and politicians was famous. He boasted that he had never voted, so that no one could blame him for whatever the elected ones would inevitably foist upon the American public. He preached the evils of corporate control and derided the environmental movement. (If the earth, he said, had endured millions of years of floods, ice, and plague, it could survive a few million plastic bags and soft drink cans.)

He was a great believer (as am I) in the Menckenian principle that “no one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public,” even though his own popularity would seem to belie that principle.

Carlin was, above all, a wordsmith, possessor of a talent I admire almost as much as I do that of somebody who can tie a knot in a cherry stem with their tongue. His riff on the idea of “stuff” is priceless. He was able at once to ridicule our obsession with conspicuous consumption and to demonstrate, quite seriously, that our society has become one in which we are what we own.

Of course, Carlin’s ultimate act of simultaneous tribute to — and deconstruction of — the English language came in the form of his famous “Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television” riff, which resulted in a U.S. Supreme Court case upholding the government’s right to control profanity on the public airwaves and which he developed into a free-standing monologue.

He took on a variety of personae in his early career, when he frequently appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show (not coincidentally, also the showcase for many borscht belt comics) and lampooned some of his favorite characters, including “Al Sleet,” the “hippy dippy weatherman,” a dope-smoking, addle-brained takeoff on all weathermen, whose most famous prognostication was: “The forecast for tonight is darkness, followed by increasing light towards morning” — perhaps the last time any weatherman, real or fictional, got it right.

Sadly, the world will become a little darker without George Carlin, who got it right, too, to shed his light on it.

Marty Aussenberg, who writes the “Gadfly” column for memphisflyer.com, is a Memphis attorney.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Jimmy & the Hawk

Fred “Jimmy” O’Connor may be a homegrown Tennessean, but the briefest of chats reveals him to be a Chicago boy through and through. When I join him at his Bartlett eatery, the self-monikered Jimmy’s, he wears the requisite White Sox T-shirt and points to his walls, which are covered in Chicago newspapers detailing important historical moments and general Chicagoland nostalgia.

O’Connor and I talk. I eat (profusely). My friend Julia takes pictures. Midway through our conversation, Jimmy, a stoic fiftysomething you’d want around if you were lost in a bad neighborhood, leans in and speaks in a lowered voice. Think Jaws and Robert Shaw’s terrifying speech as Quint, the salty and world-weary sailor, detailing in horrifying calm the 1943 shark massacre of the crew of the USS Indianapolis. Remember it? Jimmy speaks in that tone now as he tells me about a likewise fearsome creature: “The Hawk.”

I went to Jimmy’s seeking authentic Chicago-style stuffed-crust pizza, as well as some insight into what makes it different from, say, Little Caesar’s or Domino’s. For O’Connor, who lived in Chicago for years, the difference lies in that city’s very famous wind. “You need to eat something substantial in Chicago,” he says with his eyes narrowed and his voice lowered to just the right intimidating, Quint-from-Jaws level. “They have the wind coming in off the lake. They call it the Hawk, ’cause it flies in off the lake and cuts you in half!

Chicago-style pizza isn’t restricted to the stuffed variety. There’s regular deep-dish as well as thin-crust. But there’s something special about the ooey, gooey, cheesy magnificence of the thicker, denser, weightier stuffed crust. It’s made much like regular Chi-town pizza, baked in a deep pan with the crust pulled up the sides to form a bowl. But the toppings are encased in yet another layer of dough, then sauce is added on top. Inside: unholy amounts of cheese (typically, at least a pound) and whatever else can be jammed in. O’Connor’s take on this combination is like a dough cauldron filled with ingredients — kind of crunchy outside with a soft center.

“You shoulda been there in 1982, when the wind chill was 81 below zero,” O’Connor continues, further illustrating the powers of the Hawk. “Now, that was cold!”

I register this anecdote alongside my father’s tales of walking five miles to school every day through the snow — that is, until I research the winter of 1982 when, by God, the wind-chill factor did reach 81 below zero in Chicago with a real temperature of minus 26. Sounds like a job for a pound of cheese if ever there was one.

Pizza done Chicago-style

There’s more to Jimmy’s than pizza. They’ve got bona-fide Chicago-style hot dogs, including the Chicago Fire Dog (hot!), the Belushi Dog (sour cream, onions, cheese, tomato slice, and taco sauce), the Ditka Dog (a Germanic affair with sauerkraut and Giardinaire peppers), and Dogzilla (an intimidating 13.5 inches of Vienna beef). The menu also includes some indigenous trivia, such as Chicago’s prohibition of flying kites and men fishing in their pajamas. Jimmy’s own rule for hot dogs: no ketchup!

I look about the restaurant — imbued with the charm and atmosphere of every hot-dog joint I ate in while living in Chicago myself (where I experienced plenty of cold but didn’t know to credit the Hawk). Near the counter there’s a “Morons Stand Here!” sign hanging from the ceiling, and, sure enough, a customer is standing underneath it.

“These people!” O’Connor exclaims. “They hang around, standing in the way, staring at us while we make their food. So I put up the sign, ’cause that’s where the morons end up standing.”

You won’t find much in the way of pleasantries at Jimmy’s. That wouldn’t be very Chicago-style. “I’m not gonna oogle over customers,” O’Connor admits. “They come in, they order, they sit down, they eat, then they get the hell out!” And he means it. But what Jimmy’s lacks in niceties, it is abundant in authenticity. It looks like, feels like, and (listening closely to O’Connor’s distinctive Toddlin’ Town accent) sounds like Chicago.

“When you walk through that door, you’re not in Tennessee anymore,” he cautions. “You’re on the South Side of Chicago.”

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Mixing It Up

The first time my husband Tony and I made dinner plans with Tyler and Victoria, Tyler left us this message: “You bring a magnum of white; we’ll bring a magnum of red.” So who better than our friends to help us sample pub grub and drinks at recently opened bars in Memphis?

Stop number one downtown on a recent Saturday night was Ground Zero Blues Club, the new sister to Morgan Freeman’s original juke joint in Clarksdale, Mississippi. It was about 7:30 p.m., but already the place was loud and friendly, thanks to the Terry “Harmonica” Bean Blues Band. And better yet: There was no cover charge so early in the evening.

“I can’t believe I don’t have to stay up late to hear this kind of music,” Tyler said. Victoria loved the tables covered in oilcloth and the vintage Christmas lights strung across the restaurant’s ceiling. “I was expecting a blues theme park,” she said, “but this place feels authentic.”

Like the club’s décor, the menu was a mix of Delta favorites updated with unexpected flavors: Asiago cheese on the fried green tomatoes; pecan butter on the baked sweet potato; apple wood-smoked bacon on the BLT.

“I’m calling it juke joint nouveau,” explained Mac Edwards a few days later. Edwards, former owner of McEwen’s on Monroe, trained the club’s kitchen staff and developed the Memphis menu, importing a few favorites from Clarksdale such as Mississippi “caviar,” Rotel dip, and the club’s signature “Getback” sauce, a mayonnaise-based mix of chili, garlic, and onions.

Also doing double duty are the pulled shoulder and baby-back ribs from Pig-N-Whistle. “They do them muddy with dry shake and barbecue sauce,” Edwards said. “People love them.”

Our group concurred, eating the baby-back special to the bone (a rack for $12) and deciding that Ground Zero had it all: good food, authentic blues, ice-cold martinis, and people like Ann Budle and Wayne Maxey sliding across the dance floor. “We’re just friends,” said Budle, with a sheepish grin. “But we’ve been dancing together for 23 years.”

Ground Zero Blues Club, 158 Lt. George W. Lee Ave. (522-0130)

Our second Saturday-night stop was Memphis Mary’s, the latest reincarnation of the pub/restaurant/ballroom at the corner of Madison and Danny Thomas. We parked right in front and soon understood why. The bar is closed to the public on Saturday and Sunday nights because the adjoining Stop 345 books private parties.

No problem, though. Operations manager Rook Gordin let us in, sat us down at his red-tile bar, and mixed up signature drinks: Bloody Marys made with Tad Pierson’s smoky barbecue Memphis Mary mix.

Folks who live in the neighborhood know all about the drinks, which are featured on Bloody Mary Mondays for $3 each. The promotion is part of a slow but steady reintroduction of a bar like Paddy’s Memphis Pub, operated by the late Pat Kelly in the same space.

“When we redid the place, we went back to green,” Gordin said. “It was our homage to Paddy’s.”

For now, Memphis Mary’s is open for business Mondays through Fridays, beginning at 5 p.m. Politics are part of the bar’s agenda too. “We started watching the debates and the primaries, and pretty soon the whole neighborhood was here,” Gordin said.

Next up is a fund-raiser for Congressman Steve Cohen on Sunday, July 6th. “Everybody is welcome,” Gordin said. “We expect between 300 and 400 people.”

Memphis Mary’s, 345 Madison (507-2720)

Our last bar of the evening was supposed to be a new place near Folk’s Folly in East Memphis called Hound Dog Lounge. Or not. It turned out that the lounge was a lodge, not for juicing up people but for pampering pets.

Fortunately, we weren’t the only drive-by customers to misinterpret the sign for BrownDog Lodge (even before our night of drinking).

“Other people have done the same thing,” said owner Chip Brown, laughing. “But we are a luxury hotel, spa, and day care for dogs, not for humans.”

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Film Features Film/TV

The Path of Khan

Sergei Bodrov’s Mongol is a summer movie made from anti-matter. Not only does this Genghis Khan biopic avoid showing too many of the lavishly gory historical battles that typify movies like 300, it approaches its legendary subject from an unglamorous, dutiful angle. Rather than focusing on the 13th-century ruler’s reign over the largest contiguous empire in world history, Bodrov’s film charts the long, hard road that brought Khan to the head of the Mongol hordes in the late 1100s. It’s not your average ancient-times bloodletting party, but it earns respect on its own severe terms.

The film’s strangeness and dislocation begins with the fact that no one in the film actually says the words “Genghis Khan.” The presence of Khan, the fearsome and revered warrior, leader, and statesman (and ancestor to about 16 million males currently walking the Earth) is only implied in the film’s final shots. Instead, the film recounts the life of Khan’s “alter ego” Temudgin, the resilient wandering son of a former Khan who was poisoned at a watering hole. As played by Odynam Odsuren (as an 8-year old) and Tadanobu Asano (as an adult), Temudgin’s life is nasty and brutish but far from short; his growth is measured by the size of the cangues that continually ensnare him. What keeps Temudgin moving stubbornly forward is his desire to reunite with his wife Börte (Khulan Chuluun, in a fine debut) and wipe out those who have wronged him.

The fade-outs that punctuate key moments in Temudgin’s life story reflect its status as cultural myth. It’s never explained how Temudgin survives a plunge into an icy lake, the arrow that pierces his chest, or the multiple run-ins with his enemies. He’s treated like both a savior and a necessary force of order, especially when he intones, “Mongols need laws. I will make them obey, even if I have to kill half of them.”

That proclamation is no laughing matter. Only Sun Hong-lei, who plays Temudgin’s adoptive half-brother and eventual nemesis Jamukha, is allowed to smile at it. Jamukha doesn’t possess Temudgin’s focus or drive, so he bends his neck and back, growls like a dog who’s taken Tuvan throat-singing lessons, and watches as his half-brother’s historical moment arrives. Jemukha seems to know that he will be a footnote in history at best, so he takes a rueful joy in his rival’s stamina and cunning.

Mongol‘s vast, harsh landscapes threaten to overshadow the human drama. Through the depiction of coniferous forests and rolling, snow-covered fields, cinematographers Sergei Trofimov and Rogier Stoffers reveal some of the stark, parched beauty of the Mongolian countryside. However, no amount of natural light or magic-hour footage ever softens these unforgiving landscapes. The environmental conditions are inherently alienating; the isolation of each village and each family is so total that Temudgin’s proposal to unite these nomadic tribes feels like the wildest fantasy.

And fantasy is what everyone’s seeking these days, isn’t it? If the main objective of summer moviegoing is to provide escapism, then Mongol is some kind of success; it’s like a medieval version of There Will Be Blood without all the self-justifying cant. How about that?

Mongol

Opening Friday, June 27th

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Art Art Feature

Young at Art

Photographer Ian Lemmonds’ curating skills are as visionary and playful as his signature artwork in which white ponies vanish into sunlight and minuscule humans stand in awe of luminous goldfish. Lemmonds has put together “The Girls Club,” an L Ross Gallery exhibition that uses the international signage for women’s restrooms as its logo. This is just the right touch of whimsy and insight to describe five young women, who, like Virginia Woolf, have created private spaces in which to generate art straight from the gut.

Our Tiny Graces by Emily Walls consists of an 18-by-20 hand-knit afghan, two oversized chairs built by the artist, and an invitation to climb on and under the installation. The work takes us back to the moment we pulled a blanket off our beds, draped it over chairs much taller than ourselves, and crawled into a private space to enjoy our first work of art.

A young man lies on a pale-blue slab in Pixy Liao’s untitled C-print. A shaft of light hovering above his body creates pitch-black shadows and powerful metaphors regarding life’s brevity and the hope for transcendence. The man is lying on an air-hockey table, and that long glint of light comes from a fluorescent bulb. Perhaps he’s been injured in a poolroom brawl. Perhaps he’s sleeping in a fraternity game room after too much study or too much beer. Whatever the particulars, Liao’s perceptually challenging, richly symbolic work reminds us of life’s pathos, its pleasure, and its pain.

In Women on Washington, Niki Johnson delicately and accurately sketches the portraits of the American presidents’ wives on small pieces of vellum. Each sketch is placed on top of George Washington’s face on the one-dollar bill. The bills (all 39 of them) are relief-mounted on the wall in the shape of a pyramid. Here are just a few of the questions this beautifully executed, conceptually complex artwork asks: On what foundation do we build our homes, ourselves, our country? With greenbacks? With the ideals of early statesmen (and stateswomen)? With trickle-down economics? With the labor of women who often earn substantially less than men?

Other notable works in the show include Gate 3, a breakthrough painting in which Lauren Hamlett reaches a subtle, original level of abstraction, and Rebeka Laurenzi’s soft, porous, surprisingly beautiful sculpture made out of thousands of strips of corrugated paper.

The Stale Calm of Utopia by Marcus Kenney at David Lusk

L Ross Gallery, through June 30th

Four young artists in David Lusk’s current show, “Crowded,” have also mounted original, thought-provoking work.

From a distance, Mike Force’s work is striking and lyrical. Up close, his paintings tell a dark story. The American flag has become limp noodles that swarm like snakes through many of his works. Impastos of burgundy are human hearts that roast on open spits and spew noxious fumes from truncated arteries like factory smoke stacks. This artist’s tattered flags and hearts serve as graphic reminders for ways overzealous patriotism and unchecked corporate interest can bend and bloody democratic ideals and compassion beyond recognition.

An untitled C-print by Pixy Liao on view at L Ross Gallery.

Pale-blue rectangles that narrow at the top of Shawn Mathews’ tall, slick painting Therapy bring to mind high-rise apartments, multiple arteries of freeways, and shipping lanes. Beneath thick layers of resin, Mathews’ scumbled brown background conjures up faces and monuments carved into now crumbling stone. Modernity, backdropped by a palimpsest of ancient forms, suggests no matter how high or technologically advanced we build our structures and infrastructures, they too shall crumble.

In some of the most interesting syntheses of art and space we’ve seen this year, Cordy Ryman screws, stacks, and Velcros enameled slats of wood into the corners of David Lusk Gallery to create floor-to-ceiling installations.

Marcus Kenney explores the American psyche with collages of memorabilia, brand-name labels, vintage wallpaper, and children’s book illustrations that often resemble the Dick/Jane/Sally characters from mid-century elementary school primers. Weaned on the prosperity of the ’50s and the psychedelia of the ’60s, Kenney’s cutouts float over devastated landscapes, taunt physically disabled youngsters, and smoke cigarettes — unaware of the harm they cause — still plump, still beautiful, still 7 years old.

At David Lusk Gallery, through June 28th

Memphis painter Meikle Gardner moved to Manhattan two years ago. This month, he fills his “New York/New Work” exhibition at Perry Nicole with 30 saturate, sensual, and original works of art. Gone are the slathered-on heads and complex gridwork. Gardner’s gestures have become a satisfying blend of calligraphy, geometry, and fertility icon. Spermatozoan shapes spread out into luminous color fields in Morphogenesis. Languid brushstrokes weave in and out of blue-black folds softly lit with silver-white wisps of paint in Ancient Fold. A silver-blue background overlaid with opalescent green sinew in Prattle-Head is punctuated with yellow and topped off with blue calligraphy outlined in red. This tremendously complex, crisp, never overworked painting reads like synapses of a supercharged mind in a supercharged city where possibility is endless.

At Perry Nicole Fine Art, through June 30th

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Politics Politics Feature

Bob Corker and the McCain Effect:

“It’s not an urban myth. It’s just a fact.” That’s how Bob Corker describes the volcanic temper of U.S. Senate colleague John McCain — a fact of life that Corker says he had to deal with “very early on” in his own Senate career. So far Tennessee’s junior senator has held on to his own mild-mannered ways, but an appearance in Memphis this week revealed some other traits and beliefs Corker has come to share with the presumptive Republican presidential nominee.

See Jackson Baker’s take here.

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Politics Politics Feature

Herenton Defends “Damaged” Lee, Slams Feds and Media, and Hints He May Run Again

In a free-wheeling press conference Thursday that began
with an impassioned defense of “unfairly damaged” former
MLGW head Joseph Lee, newly released from the threat of federal prosecution,
Mayor Willie Herenton covered the waterfront of his grievances – against the
media (both black and white), against alleged conspirators in the business
community, and against a system of justice that he considers “plantation”-based.

In the process, Herenton decried both the media and the FBI
for focusing their attention on blacks in general and himself in particular and
pointed them in the direction of former Shelby County Mayor Jim Rout, whose
eyebrow-raising stock arrangements with the now-defunct Delta Capital
Management Company got attention from the press and the feds which,
the mayor implied, was too brief and was prematurely dropped for reasons both racial and
political.

Condemning recent Commercial Appeal articles
suggesting that he was under federal investigation for possible improper
involvement in city contracts extended two African-American associates, Elvin
Moon and Cliff Dates, Herenton denied that he had been directly questioned in
the matter, contended he had more white friends and business associates than
black ones and said, “The perception is that if you’re African American and do
business, you’re corrupt.”

Continuing in a recent pattern of ex post facto
revisionism, Herenton appeared to deny that he had ever directly sought the
superintendency of Memphis City Schools and characterized his now-famous
“resignation” letter of mid-March to city CAO Keith McGhee as having been based
on “conditions” for improving the schools – though it was pointed out to him
that the letter was a terse announcement that he intended resigning as of July
31 and mentioned neither the word “conditions” nor anything about MCS.

Asked directly if he had intended to resign back in March
and if he still intended to resign now, the mayor insisted that he would
continue to serve and jokingly suggested that he might reconsider his previous
statements that his current mayoral term would be his last. “I was
thinking of retiring, but maybe I’m doing something right,” said Herenton, who
had previously contended that current allegations of illegality against him,
like an alleged blackmail plot against him last year, stemmed from the fact that
“they can’t beat me in an election.”

(More details to come.)