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The Corner Bar at the Peabody has gotten a menu makeover.

For starters, drink prices have dropped dramatically: $2.50 for domestic beers, $3.50 for imports, and $4 to $6 for mixed drinks and wine.

“We wanted to appeal more to local customers, not just to businessmen and -women who are on expense accounts,” says Kelly Earnest, the hotel’s director of public relations. “In order to do that, we lowered our prices.”

As for eats, the Corner Bar also has new appetizers and sandwiches with ample portions for sharing. “It’s the first time the Corner Bar has had its own distinct menu,” Earnest says. “Our executive chefs came up with a wonderful selection of upscale bar food.”

Most of the menu falls within the $7 to $10 range, including barbecue-pork-stuffed potato skins with sour cream and slaw, crispy chili-glazed chicken wings, and tomato, basil, and Asiago bruschetta.

The menu tops out at $12 for a Philly cheese steak sandwich or Kobe beef sliders with cheddar, bacon, and chips.

The Peabody’s extensive martini menu also is available at the Corner Bar. “We featured a dozen different chocolate martinis during February,” Earnest says, “and we will probably do something special for spring.”

The Corner Bar, 149 Union (529-4140)

Ask liquor store owner Charles Finley about his new location in the Poplar Center near Ronnie Grisanti, and he answers with a little laugh and a shake of his head. “We like it here, but we never thought a move could get so complicated,” he says.

Finley, who operated Central Avenue Liquor for almost a decade, had hoped to stay in the neighborhood after his lease expired. He purchased and refurbished the former Memphis Humane Society on Central and planned to relocate his liquor store there. But he ran into legal problems when he applied for a new business license.

“The Humane Society building is 1,100 feet from a school, instead of the 1,500 feet required,” Finley says. “We appealed, but we couldn’t change the decision.”

Renamed Central Wine and Spirits to reflect the new location and more upscale product mix, Finley and daughter Sharon Gowen, who manages the store, still offer a diverse assortment of wine, beer, and liquor plus plenty of personal service Monday through Saturday until 11 p.m.

“We are talking to people in the neighborhood to figure out what they like,” Finley says. For instance, one customer wrote “more higher-end wines” on the store’s request list, and Finley already has obliged. “At our old location, everyone wanted inexpensive magnums,” Finley says. “Here, it’s about the $30 bottle of wine.”

For now, Finley is busy stocking, working with distributors, and installing a new storefront sign. “It looks fantastic, especially at night,” he says. “We’re hoping people drive by, see the sign, and come in.”

Central Wine and Spirits, 2847 Poplar, Suite 103 (323-0630)

They came (at least 2,000), they tasted (more than 30 soups), and they voted (for their favorite). So which restaurant won the premium award at the 20th Annual Youth Villages Soup Sunday? Rafferty’s, for its signature cream of potato soup topped with cheese and chopped bacon.

“Everyone loved it,” said Peter Abell, development manager for Youth Villages. “Rafferty’s is not new to the event, but the restaurant has never won best soup before.”

Panera Bread was another new winner and newcomer to the fund-raiser, winning “best bread” with two varieties of baguette: French and whole grain. Draper’s Catering dished up an old favorite (bread pudding with vanilla sauce) to win “best dessert.”

Old Venice also won honors, not for its rosemary garlic bread (yum!) but for its lively employees who took home the “spirit award” for their festive tasting table.

The final award — “best specialty item” — went to perennial favorite The Half Shell for its lobster bruschetta, a fitting tribute to owner Danny Sumrall, one of Soup Sunday’s original organizers. “Danny always brings a ton of food,” Abell says. “He wants everyone to have all they can eat.”

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How Was Your Trip?

If you’ve ever gone on a trip, you’ve heard the Question.

Let’s say you go down to the Caribbean, stay in a quiet little resort with its own beach, charter a boat for a day, go snorkeling, cook a fresh fish dinner in the bungalow, and walk on the beach in the moonlight. And let’s say that was one night in a week of such nights.

After this transformative experience, during which every day was a new adventure filled with interesting experiences, you return home to see your friends and family. And what do they say?

“How was your trip?”

Then they look at you, kind of wide-eyed, and you have their undivided attention for, what, a minute? Maybe two? Or until their significant other says something like, “Honey, where are the keys?”

Since you can’t summarize your trip in two minutes, what these folks are really saying is, “Give me the greatest hits (or hit) of your trip!” For example, I went to Washington, D.C., for the Obama inauguration, and what I manage to tell people is I was way in the back, it was cold but we huddled like those penguins in the movie, and everybody was in a great mood. Oh, and this: I wrote a blog about it! That’s for the one in 10,000 people who will actually read it. Pictures? Forget it. And, please, don’t say “Facebook Album.”

When people ask the Question, they’re just being nice. They want you to know that your pilgrimage to the Grand Canyon is of interest to them, because they like you and want you to feel appreciated — not because they want you to talk about it for 45 minutes. Also, they will want to tell you about the wedding in New York they’re going to next month. It’s a polite social contract between people: I’ll give you three minutes for your trip, you give me three for mine.

And yet, we collect these stories and write them down, anyway. Poke around the Internet sometime for travel blogs and stories. Can you think of one you’ve read recently? Regularly? When you’re planning a trip, do you surf the Web for other people’s experiences?

Ah, but when you have travel stories to tell, you really want to tell them, right? My theory is that telling the story somehow makes the trip official: I had an idea, I did it, and then I told people about it. And if nobody reads my blog (a safe assumption) then at least I told the story to some imaginary audience. So it’s been recorded.

This all came to mind recently upon reading a typically extravagant press release (speaking of “rarely read”) from the website Sosauce Travel (sosauce.com). Apparently, Sosauce will soon debut “a new and innovative method of recording and sharing travel experiences … the most comprehensive and interactive answer to the familiar question ‘How was your trip?'”

Share trip videos with friends, practice your French, or watch international soccer matches at Costello’s Travel Caff in Portland.

Among the features of the Sosauce travelogue are putting pins where you’ve been on a map, showing your itinerary on a map, “recounting your trips in stunning detail,” and reading about other people’s trips.

Sound familiar?

I’m a little more interested in the travel-themed cafe. Apparently, there is now a themed-cafe boom happening in Japan. One of the ideas is that neighboring countries, like the Philippines, are setting up cafes that offer a slice of the homeland to entice Japanese visitors to their country.

But bear with me as we discuss, briefly, how weird Japan is. Their theme-cafe boom started with places where the waitresses dress in French maid outfits, play the submissive role, and offer such services as cuddling, coddling, and cleaning. Seriously. This has led to vampire cafes, prison cafes, Ninja cafes, science lab coat cafes, butler cafes, church cafes, and a “Heidi Girl of the Alps” cafe.

But back to travel stories that nobody reads (ahem). In Portland, Oregon, Costello’s Travel Caffé has taken steps toward a possible solution for “How was your trip?” They are a travel-themed cafe, showing international soccer matches, foreign films, and personal videos shot on location, as well as hosting foreign-language conversation nights.

What somebody needs to do is start hosting a travel- story-themed cafe. Sailed around the islands? Got a million stories and two million photos? We’ll book you for Sunday at 7 p.m., and whoever wants to hear about it can show up. Vagabonders passing through town can tell us where they’ve been. Visiting friends can pitch us on their hometowns. I think this cafe would work.

In fact, writing these ideas down has given me a common experience: While sitting here writing a travel story, I have come up with a better idea for what I should be doing.

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Che: Part Two (Guerilla)

In contrast to Che: Part One (The Argentine)‘s Cuban revolution, Guerilla‘s story of Che Guevara’s disastrous 1966 Bolivian invasion presents a much more troubling though far more prosaic counterargument. If, as The Argentine argued, love is one of the qualities any revolutionary should possess, then Guerilla is a sobering story of mad, self-destructive love on the run.

The differences between the two parts are crucial to the meaning of the complete work. Most of the English spoken in The Argentine is from a translator attempting to articulate Che’s message for the rest of the world. But the only English spoken in Guerilla is prompted by U.S. government officials seeking to silence and destroy Che’s ragtag regime. The verdure of the Cuban jungle is replaced by the heat and dust of the Bolivian countryside. Selfish rogues step in for principled revolutionaries.

The formal differences are important here as well. Steven Soderbergh the cinematographer mutes his color palette and abandons the Cinemascope ratio for the more traditional 1:85:1 image, but he proves himself a fiendish manipulator of the deep and shallow recessive staging so useful in horror films. Soderbergh’s framing here augments an eerie, atonal electronic score to create more deliberate and ominous effects: One indelibly menacing shot shows a hand ready to feed ammunition into a machine gun in the foreground while Che’s soldiers wade though a river in the background.

The Argentine’s cool surfaces are broken in Guerilla as well. Soderbergh maintains his distance from his subject until the very end, when a wounded Che (Benicio del Toro) writhes around in the dust and the camera moves in closer and closer like some crude wartime paparazzo. More audacious still is the point-of-view shot from Che’s perspective as he’s executed. But even that’s topped by a climactic associative flashback that fuses this rugged, downbeat urchin with its starched, handsome twin.

Brooks Museum of Art, Sunday, March 8th, 5 p.m., $10

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The Rant

I realize that this may seem callous at a time like

this, and believe me, I am feeling the effects of it too, but I would like

nothing more than to go for just a few days without reading about, seeing news stories

about, talking about, or even mentioning “the economy.” First of all, I’ve never been driven by money, so I’ve never really

had any and I don’t understand how it all works. I don’t understand why AIG is getting another big batch of bailout billions when they seem to have spent a decent-sized portion of their last wad of cash on lavish corporate getaways with fine wine, massages, and hotel rooms that cost more by the night than my monthly mortgage note. I’m sure I could read enough about it to figure it out, or at least to get fairly pissed off, but I don’t even want to know at this point. I don’t understand how Bill Clinton could have left office with a healthy surplus in the reserves and now, after eight years of the Bush regime, there’s not only nothing left but there’s also this massive debt and many in the Republican Party are blaming it on the Democrats.

Who cares whose fault it is? It’s done. We’re toast for now. Or at least that’s what many of us will be considering a major food group until things get better. What makes me a little bit nuts is to have seen those holiday stampedes at Wal-Mart and Circuit City and Best Buy and stores like them, with throngs of people knocking each other down to get to the latest video game or PlayStation or iPod or iPhone or whatever, and then bitch about being broke. Why weren’t they stampeding the “everything’s-a-dollar” section at Piggly Wiggly and feeding their families?

I say this is all Ann Coulter’s fault. I think Coulter is the Antichrist and that she has come from another planet to drain our collective intelligence and turn us into strange robots, like herself. I thought maybe she had decided to leave Earth and stay on her own planet while the presidential election was going on, because she was nowhere in sight, but then she came back through the Star Gate somewhere and reemerged. I first saw her on a talk show on which she refused to refer to President Obama as anything other than “Barack Hussein Obama,” trying to connect him in some pathetic way to Saddam Hussein. Of course, she was just hawking her latest piece-of-crap book that people will go buy instead of buying food and then bitch about being broke.

But at least she hasn’t lost her keen sense of humor! While Rush Limbaugh may have been the headliner at last week’s big Conservative Political Action Conference (go to that group’s website and try to find a minority face!), it seems that Longneck Ann gave a little speech of her own and had the crowd just a-chuckling. And I have found THE greatest review of it imaginable. It’s from a lawyer named Tommy De Seno who also has a newspaper column named JUSTIFIED RIGHT (yeah, he uses all caps) but, according to his bio, he “still finds time to walk about the City by the Sea debating, and proving wrong, all sorts of IQ-challenged political pee-wees such as Dummycrats, Green Party Pansies, and the dimmest left-wingers on God’s earth — Secular Humanists.” This guy is fabulous. He fancies himself “the last scion of conservative thinking in Asbury Park, New Jersey, and the only person there brave enough to challenge Asbury’s favorite son, Bruce Springsteen, on his ‘Born to Cut and Run’ political views.”

I don’t want to shame the guy for what he believes in, even if he thinks people who care about the environment are IQ-challenged. He has a right to his opinions. But his newspaper column? Oh, dear. Here is just a sample of one that he wrote about Coulter’s performance at the White Convention:

“Ann Coulter is the funniest woman on the planet. I don’t know why the media always paint her as the toughest man on the planet. No one is better at putting funnies into serious stories.” Yes, the man used the word “funnies.” And it gets even better: “She started right in against the liberal media, telling the crowd that every host at MSNBC went to the ‘alternative prom’ in high school. The crowd cracked up, and the jokes and laughter grew from there.”

Good Lord, how I wish I would have been there to laugh at that hilarious “funny.” I’m almost wetting my pants right now laughing at how clever she is. And at what a good and insightful writer Mr. De Seno is. Ha. Ha. Hahahahahahaha. “Alternative prom.” That is a real knee-slapper. Very original. There’s some more “funnies” about bed-wetting and such (“only Coulter can get away with that!”) and De Seno observes all of her zingers with great zest. Oh, and he is now offering himself up for “appearances” on his website, justifiedright.typepad.com. I do wish someone would book him to come to Memphis and maybe bring Coulter along with him so they could play off each other. And if the economy, which we won’t mention any more, is any worse by then, maybe they can eat each other.

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Who wants to watch Watchmen?

Depending on what day you ask me, the 1986 comic book miniseries Watchmen is either the greatest comic ever or the greatest single piece of literature of its era. This is not an opinion unique to me: Watchmen — a serious, multi-philosophical, subtextually layered, virtuosic artwork with considerable entertainment value — is widely considered the masterpiece of the comic-book form.

A big-budget movie adaptation of it, long in gestation, is now opening to much fanfare and apprehensive expectation. Could a high-profile mainstream-movie success validate fanboys everywhere? Conversely, could a failure doom the sequential-art medium to an eternity on the fringes of acceptable pop culture?

And the answer? Extrapolating from my own reaction, Watchmen will probably leave a lot of fans disappointed at how close and how often it comes to being all right without going all the way, angry about the new, movie-only inventions in the story, and a little worried that the non-initiated will get the wrong idea.

The plot in one inadequate sentence: Set in 1985, Watchmen examines what the world would be like if a godlike being existed and he was an American. Some other stuff happens too.

Watchmen is directed by Zack Snyder, the guy who ruined the comic adaptation 300 a couple years ago. Snyder frustrates in Watchmen in that for sustained drives he is able to produce borderline brilliant work, then follows it up with prolonged bouts of languorous filmmaking.

As for its fidelity, whole chapters of the book are reproduced lovingly, and then action-movie interludes boringly crash the gates. Snyder opts not to turn his film into a fetish frenzy of Watchmen micronalia; his predilection is for gore, instead, and there’s plenty to go around. Snyder has an eye and a stomach for the physically brutal.

Since Watchmen casting has been a cottage industry for two decades, it bears saying: Jeffrey Dean Morgan is awesome as the Comedian. Jackie Earle Haley is perfect as Rorschach. Everyone else is serviceable, except Mathew Goode, who is execrable as Ozymandias. Win some, lose some.

To my fanboy and -girl friends I say, Watchmen the movie is just that: a movie. For better and worse. It’s not going to convince anyone that comics can rise above the superhero shtick. But if it gets just one kid to pick up the book, it’s probably worth it.

Watchmen

Opens Friday, March 6th

Multiple locations

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Divide and Conquer

The history of family estates in Memphis seems forever intertwined with subdivisions. Often a generation or so after a rural retreat was established, and as the city grew in that direction, the heirs carved up the acreage and divided the proceeds. Fortunately, Memphis still has many such grand houses on, of course, circumscribed lots.

Annesdale set the pattern. The house was built in 1855 outside the city limits on a 200-acre estate that was subdivided 50 years later by Robert Brinkley Snowden. The family lands north of Lamar were subdivided in 1903, and Annesdale Park was laid out. Its success prompted a second development in 1906, carved out right around the family home south of Lamar and named Annesdale-Snowden.

Clarence Saunders built the Pink Palace as his residence in 1922, situated just north of the Memphis Country Club. Saunders suffered an economic reversal, and the 160-acre property was subdivided. The result: Chickasaw Gardens.

At the same time that Saunders’ estate was being carved up, the Pidgeon and the Crump families flocked to Goodlett, around Poplar and Walnut Grove. Six grand houses were constructed on Poplar, Tuckahoe, Gwynne, and both sides of Walnut Grove in the late 1920s and early 1930s by these closely connected families.

J. Everett Pidgeon built his home north of Walnut Grove. The house was designed by local architect George Mahan Jr. and modeled after George Washington’s Mount Vernon. So it seems only logical that Colonial Revival houses would fill the lots created from this country estate in the 1950s.

This Colonial Revival is graced with extra-tall windows, and the effect is enhanced by the old brick sidewalk that leads to the recessed front entry. White marble on the fireplace surround and hearth continues the classic touch inside. Unexpectedly, the dining room features a central domed ceiling with a hand-painted stone finish.

The kitchen has had a crisp remodel and incorporates an earlier breakfast room into the new space. There is now a large ell of work surface atop white cabinets with a tumbled marble backsplash. Amplifying the traditional feel, a new oak floor perfectly matches the rest of the house. A large storage wall offers pantry, laundry, and recycling areas.

The house’s other notable feature is a rear addition that includes a spacious family room with equally well-matched oak floors. Down a few steps beyond the family room is a very private master suite. It has taller ceilings and an attached bonus room suitable for office, nursery, or exercise space.

This is a lovely, well-kept house that readily conquers the challenge of finding a traditional home updated for modern living. •

224 Pinehurst

Approximately 2,477 sq. ft.

3 bedroom, 3 baths

$379,000

Realtor: Hobson Co., 761-1622

Agent: Allen Hamblin, 312-2968

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Winners

Antonio Anderson has a tattoo of an angel on his chest. The angel’s head gazes upward, eyes closed, with a wing stretching across each pectoral. Above the image are the words “Death Before Dishonor.” A bit on the grim side, perhaps, but a message that reflects Anderson’s basketball life rather poetically. As the senior guard nears the end of the most successful four-year career of any Memphis Tiger basketball player — ever — “dishonor” is a word well outside his considerable sphere of influence on the U of M program.

Somehow it’s fitting that when Anderson does leave the Tiger program, he’ll leave it merely tied for the most decorated career in its history. For this “complementary” player, this “glue guy” as even the national media have come to see him, the dozens upon dozens of victories were compiled almost entirely with Robert Dozier at his side. Unlike Anderson, Dozier has a blemish on his four-year life as a Tiger, but it’s one he’s survived and may be as important a lesson as any he’ll learn before picking up his diploma. Labeled “complementary” far too much himself, Dozier joins Anderson as the most distinguished duo the Memphis program has seen since the days of Larry Finch and Ronnie Robinson 36 years ago.

When the Tigers won their 23rd game of the season on February 18th against SMU, it was the 127th notch on the belts of Anderson and Dozier, passing former teammate Joey Dorsey (2004-’08) for the most career wins by any player in the program’s 89-year history. (It should be noted that fellow senior and former walk-on Chance McGrady is the third member of this record-breaking class, all three of whom are on schedulue to graduate in May.) Said Anderson after the game, “It’s a nice record to have, but we also want an NCAA [tournament] record. It’s a lot of wins, but before we’re finished, it’s gonna be an impossible number to reach.”

Should Memphis earn 30 wins for a fourth straight season, Anderson and Dozier will break the current NCAA mark of 133 career wins by the Duke senior class of 2001 (which featured former Memphis Grizzly Shane Battier). With their final postseason still ahead, Anderson and Dozier already have four regular-season Conference USA championships to their credit, along with three C-USA tournament titles, two trips to the NCAA regional finals (Elite Eight), and last year’s march all the way to the national championship game. When they suit up for their first NCAA tournament game this month, it will extend the school record of 14 they currently share. It could be argued these two have earned their own wing of the yet-to-be-built athletic Hall of Fame on the U of M campus. Yet watch how quietly they leave the spotlight.

Anderson was part of the most acclaimed recruiting class in Coach John Calipari’s nine years at the Memphis helm. He arrived in 2005, alongside three teammates from a prep-school juggernaut (Laurinburg in North Carolina) that had gone 40-0 the season before. Those teammates: Shawne Williams (now a member of the NBA’s Dallas Mavericks), Kareem Cooper, and Robert Dozier. While Williams stole the show among that freshman class, Anderson started 21 games for a team that featured All-America-to-be Rodney Carney and Darius Washington. By season’s end, he was guarding the opponent’s top scoring threat one game after another, a role he’s maintained ever since. And he loves the “glue guy” tag.

“That means I mean a lot to my teammates and coaches,” he says. “I want to be remembered as one of the guys who always came and gave it his all, whether I scored 10 points or no points. I just want to be known as a hard worker and a winner.”

Years from now, Anderson may be best remembered for the pair of free throws he made with seconds to play to beat Texas A&M in San Antonio and earn the Tigers a trip to the 2007 Elite Eight. But there were other moments when the glue guy was the difference-maker. Anderson scored a game-high 19 points in the 2008 C-USA championship game at FedExForum, earning unlikely MVP honors in front of a pair of All-America teammates, Chris Douglas-Roberts and Derrick Rose. His buzzer-beating three-pointer — shot from just inside the halfcourt line — before halftime this year in Knoxville proved to be critical in the Tigers’ two-point win over Tennessee. On January 23rd in Tulsa, Anderson took an inbounds pass, drove the length of the court, and converted an off-balance layup to beat the Golden Hurricane at the buzzer, 55-54.

And let’s not forget the Tigers’ first win of 2009, a blowout over Lamar in which Anderson became only the second player in Memphis history to record a triple-double (12 points, 10 rebounds, 13 assists). He has been, beyond question, Calipari’s steadiest hand in uniform over the last four years, with more than twice as many assists (490) as turnovers (225). With 10 more assists, he’ll become the first Tiger in history to rack up 1,000 career points, 500 rebounds, and 500 assists.

However full his stat box may be, though, it’s Anderson’s leadership qualities that rub off most on his teammates. “He’s an emotional leader on the court,” Dozier stresses. “He’ll get in someone’s grill, on and off the court. He won’t settle for less than the best. He gets on people to go to class. He has to … he’s a leader.”

by Larry Kuzniewski

Antonio Anderson & Robert Dozier

Anderson grew up in Lynn, Massachusetts, and was familiar with the success Calipari enjoyed across the state at UMass. “When he started recruiting me here, I thought it was such a coincidence. I committed without even taking a visit. He knew where I was from. He told me the food’s better, you won’t get any snow. All the other coaches promised me things, but Cal told me nothing would be given to me. He told me I’d have to work to earn my way here. All he promised me was that I’d be a part of the team and on a scholarship.”

While Anderson emphasizes that he has work yet to do as a college basketball player, he looks at his final weeks as a Tiger on a scale beyond many student-athletes. “I’ll be the first in my family to graduate from college,” he notes. “That’s better than a national championship. I never would have thought I’d do this in my entire life.”

The most shocking element of the news in January 2008, that Robert Dozier had been involved in a public altercation, was that it was Robert Dozier. Among the most soft-spoken Memphis players in memory, Dozier was in the third year of a gradual rise toward stardom.

When he struck a former girlfriend after an argument that started in a downtown club, a community accustomed to off-the-court “news” from its basketball team was this time jarred by the newsmaker. (The charges were dropped three months later, amid allegations that the former girlfriend had also threatened Dozier’s current girlfriend.) Dozier made a brief apology to the media after the Tigers’ next game, one he sat out as punishment. The rest of the season — all the way to the Final Four — and throughout the 2008-’09 campaign, he’s again been, well, Robert Dozier. Efficient, steady, and, yes, quiet.

Calipari notes the maturation of young men made stars all too soon as an overlooked variable in a program like his. “At some point, kids get it,” he says. “The difference with my guys is they’re in the spotlight. Things that normal kids grow out of — here, it’s the price they pay for being in a top-five program. Some kids have money in the bank. They screw up, you say, ‘What are you doing?!’ And you deal with it. Others, no money in the bank, and they’re gone. Robert turned things around.”

by Larry Kuzniewski

“My parents and my teammates stayed with me,” Dozier recalls. “It’s not about what you do; it’s what you learn from what you do. That changed me as a person off the court, being more focused on what matters. Before that incident happened, I might have felt tired of going here or going there. But it helped me realize how lucky I am to be in this position. People come up to me and ask if they can have my autograph. People would kill to be in that position.” (Anderson and Dozier each say they sign more than 100 autographs a week. “You can’t even go into the gas station,” Dozier says with a chuckle.)

With his omnipresent headband, Dozier has earned his minutes largely in and around the paint, earning stripes with every offensive rebound and putback, at times stretching the opposing defense by firing away from beyond the three-point arc (he’s made 47 in his career). It’s harder to find a signature Dozier moment than it is for Anderson, but let’s not forget that an offensive rebound by Dozier preceded Anderson being fouled and winning that tournament game over Texas A&M in 2007. He’s never scored more than 23 points in a game, but Dozier has climbed into the top 30 among career scoring leaders at Memphis and could become only the fifth Tiger to finish his career with 1,000 points and 1,000 rebounds.

If there was a turning point to the 2008-’09 season to date, it was certainly the Tigers’ demolition of Gonzaga in Spokane on February 7th (a game Memphis entered ranked 14th in the country). And one of the most important sequences of that contest came late in the first half when Dozier hit a pair of free throws to give Memphis a 35-20 lead, then drew a charge on the Bulldogs’ next possesion. The rout, as they say, was on.

Like Anderson, Dozier will be the first member of his family to graduate from college. And like Anderson, when asked to reflect on the memories of his Tiger days that stand out, it comes down to lots of wins and friendship. “We’re like brothers from another mother,” he says with a smile. “Everybody’s close; we know what’s going on daily with each other’s families. That’s not going on everywhere, on every team. It’s just being together, being able to read a guy’s mood. You get to talking, and you go from there.”

“Robert and Antonio came in with a class that absolutely changed the history of Memphis basketball,” Calipari says. “They altered the course of where this thing was going. They stayed; the other kids moved on, and that’s okay. Now Robert and Antonio end up winning more games than anyone in the history of the program.”

Anderson and Dozier have been a part of five winning streaks of at least 12 games over their four years in Memphis, including the two longest streaks in Tiger history (25 games as sophomores, then 26 as juniors before their current 20-game streak). For some perspective, over the 85 years the U of M played basketball before this pair’s arrival, there was a total of five such streaks. “I’ve never been the type that pays attention to winning streaks,” says a hard-to-impress Anderson. “If the wins come, they come. You just gotta be humble. You can’t take anybody for granted. You gotta go out, play like it’s a championship game, and come away with a ‘W’.”

Junior point guard Willie Kemp has been a teammate of Anderson’s and Dozier’s (and McGrady’s, he’ll emphasize) for three years. Kemp says he’s gained as much from his friendship with these record-breakers as he has any on-court benefits. “They’re great teammates, all three of them leaders,” he says. “I’ve been in class with all of them. Chance and Antonio are my roommates. After this basketball stuff is over, we’ll still talk.”

“They’ve shown great leadership,” Calipari adds, “Antonio especially in that regard. And Robert’s come around; he’s been more assertive than he’s ever been in his life, which is good to see.”

It’s been 14 years since the U of M last retired a uniform number (that of Forest Arnold, a year after Penny Hardaway’s was retired). U of M athletic director R.C. Johnson and friends will need to find an appropriate way to pay tribute to the most decorated four-year era in Tiger basketball history, so here’s a suggestion for a novel approach. Why not honor Anderson and Dozier together, on the same (perhaps oversized) banner? A pair of talented “complementary” players who together took Tiger basketball to an unseen, extraordinary level.

Leave it to their coach to shape the final distinguishing legacy of this pair, now forever linked in Memphis sports history. Calipari has coached a player chosen second in the NBA draft (Marcus Camby in 1996) and another chosen first (Derrick Rose last year). But Camby and Rose are looking up at Anderson and Dozier when it comes to the number that matters most. “When I told a reporter in New York what their record is [130-13],” Calipari reflects, “he went, ‘What?!’ You can’t even do that on a video game. Antonio and Robert will always stand out.”

by Larry Kuzniewski

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Snoop Dogg, Fall Out Boy, Al Green Among Music Fest Headliners

The full lineup for Memphis in May’s Beale Street Music Festival will be announced at 2 p.m. this afternoon, with local soul legend Al Green, modern rockers Fall Out Boy, and rap titan Snoop Dogg among a diverse group of headliners.

Among the more than 60 acts expected to be announced are locals (Jerry Lee Lewis, Three 6 Mafia), classic acts (Steve Miller Band, Elvis Costello), and contemporary stars (The Roots, Ben Harper).

Tickets for this year’s Beale Street Music Festival will go on sale this afternoon at all Ticketmaster outlets. Three-day passes are $63.50, and will be available through April 30. Check back here for the full lineup at 2 p.m. or see MemphisinMay.org for more info.

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The Beale Street Music Fest Lineup

The full line-up is out for Memphis in May’s Beale Street Music Festival. The festival, which takes place Friday, May 1st through Sunday, May 3rd at Tom Lee Park, will feature a diverse group of headliners: Rap titan Snoop Dogg, megawatt pop tart Katy Perry, local soul legend Al Green, boomer folk-rock god James Taylor, and modern rockers Fall Out Boy are among the biggest names on the slate.

Green, fresh over his recent Grammy triumph, leads a local contingent that also includes fellow hall-of-famer Jerry Lee Lewis, rap stalwarts Three 6 Mafia, blues up-and-comers Cedric Burnside & Lightnin’ Malcolm, and promising Midtown rock band Jump Back Jakes.

Among the more interesting and reliable names filling out the lineup are jam-rocker Ben Harper, hip-hop band The Roots, folk-rocker Bonnie Raitt, and punk/alt godfather Elvis Costello.

Tickets for this year’s Beale Street Music Festival will go on sale this afternoon at all Ticketmaster outlets. Three-day passes are $63.50, and will be available through April 30. Check back here for the full lineup at 2 p.m. or see MemphisinMay.org for more info.

For more info, see MemphisinMay.org.

The full line-up:

Friday, May 1st: The All-American Rejects, The Steve Miller Band, Ben Harper & Relentless 7, Tommy Castro, Katy Perry, The Cult, G. Love & Special Sauce, Jack’s Mannequin, Rise Against, Ronnie Baker Brooks, Matt Nathanson, Medeski, Martin, & Wood, Lurrie Bell, Bonnie Bramlet.

Saturday, May 2nd: Al Green, Korn, George Clinton & Parliament-Funkdelic, John Lee Hooker, Jr., Shinedown, Elvis Costello, The Roots, Curtis Salgado, Saving Abel, Los Lobos, Michael Burks, The Bar-Kays, Thriving Ivory, Susan Tedeschi, Julian Marley, Cedric Burnside & Lightnin’ Malcolm, Chancho En Pierdra, Muck Sticky, Green River Ordinance, Hubert Sumlin, Shane Dwight, Jump Back Jake.

Sunday, May 3rd: James Taylor, 311, Fall Out Boy, John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers, Hinder, Bonnie Raitt, Snoop Dogg, Guitar Shorty, Theory of a Deadman, Jerry Lee Lewis, Three 6 Mafia, Sherman Robertson, Chancho En Piedra, Amos Lee, Prosevere, Damon Fowler, Dead Confederate, Reba Russell Band.

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Commercial Appeal Layoff Announcement Postponed

Life is more stressful than usual for many employees at The Commercial Appeal these days. Last week the newspaper’s management announced that it would lay off 23 Newspaper Guild-covered employees and three employees covered by the pressman’s union effective March 12. The employees being laid off were originally supposed to be notified on Monday, March 2. But recent, not entirely clear events, have resulted in the notification date being been pushed back to March 27.

It was originally announced that 18 of the employees being laid off would come from the newspaper’s editorial department. That has changed with the voluntary retirement of business reporter David Flaum, and the resignations of business reporter Cassandra Kimberly and Alex Doniach, who covers Shelby County government.

According to Mediaverse-Memphis, a blog that covers Mid-South media, the delay was caused by a protracted debate over who on the editorial staff will be laid off. Additional sources suggest that the management is waiting to see if there will be more voluntary resignations. Rumors have also been floated about everything from troubles with accounting software to fears that laid off employees might cause trouble in the workplace between the time of the the announcements and the time that the layoffs actually take effect. The truth is most likely some combination of all these things.

Several sources inside the building have said that, although nobody wants to lose their job, there are reasons to be envious of those who have decided to resign. They no longer have the threat of termination hanging over their head at a time when everybody seems to be concerned about the future of the newspaper industry.

To cut costs, CA management reduced the size of the newspaper, laid off 9 percent of its workforce, and ceased home delivery to thousands of households in surrounding cities in 2008. 2009 began with management taking paycuts of up to 15 percent.

The CA isn’t unique. Shrinking of the physical product and staff downsizing is happening at daily newspapers all across America. That and a seemingly endless stream of articles announcing the death of print journalism might lead consumers to believe that daily newspapers are rapidly going the way of the dinosaur. Yet, amid all the doom and gloom, most newspaper companies continue to post what in virtually any other industry would be regarded as robust operating profits.

So why is a profitable business model failing? In spite of what you’ll read in the papers, it’s got very little to do with the internet or theories that people don’t read anymore. In almost every case, the papers that are suffering the most are those with massive corporate debt. They have “borrowed” themselves into a hole to expand their media empires.

According to Advertising Age magazine, the McClatchy newspaper group posted a 21 percent operating profit in 2008. But the media giant still had to lay off employees and freeze pensions in order to maintain profit margins, while paying back its nearly $2 billion in debt from the purchase of the Knight-Ridder news service.

Scripps, The Commercial Appeal‘s parent company, used its publishing success to launch a battery of cable television channels, and to develop original content for those channels. In 2008, the newspaper division and the cable division became two separate corporate entities, both of which have since lost stock value. That’s bad news for stockholders, but it doesn’t necessarily reflect negatively on the future viability of daily newspapers.

–Chris Davis