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Letter from the Editor: The Ephemeral Nature of Things

Sometimes it’s good to reflect on the ephemeral nature of things, especially things that used to seem important or interesting but now don’t mean crap. In this category, I would put such 2010 passions as Thaddeus Matthews’ website, the Willie Herenton/Steve Cohen “debate or don’t debate” issue, the “mosque” at Ground Zero, the Memphis sinkhole, vuvuzelas, the fence along the Mexican border, Zack Wamp, Basil Marceaux, Brett Favre’s penis, “Pants on the Ground,” Johnny Weir, and Lou Dobbs.

To name but a few.

Each of the above subjects at some point last year caught the fancy of the media and the public at large. If you googled any one of them, you would find hundreds of blogs, Tweets, news stories, and opinion columns about them. Each had its turn in the ravenous news cycle, and each eventually was discarded, left to gather dust in the forgotten backrooms of the Internet.

In 2011, we’re already building a nice catalog of temporal obsessions that won’t mean anything by this time next year: Charlie Sheen, for instance. Now, he’s everywhere. By March 2012, I suspect he will either be dead, in rehab, or a religious nut. And none of us will care.

Add to that list all the nutty laws being proposed by GOP legislators in Nashville. They want to make following Muslim Sharia law a felony. There are plans afoot to revive the infamous “don’t say gay” bill, which would ban teachers in Tennessee elementary schools from using the word “gay” or broaching the subject of homosexuality. Of course, once those students start exercising their new right to pack heat in class, the teachers will probably think twice about it, anyway. (I think that last part was humor, but you can never be sure with the bunch now running Nashville.)

There’s more, of course: Arizona-style legislation requiring cops to enforce immigration laws during routine traffic stops; stringent anti-abortion proposals; union-busting bills designed to punish groups that lean Democratic. Not to mention the bills specifically targeted to stop Memphis’ self-determination regarding its school system.

It’s all for show, for media attention, a way to garner favor with the neanderthals who voted them into office. If any of it sticks, it’ll end up in court, as they’re well aware. And if we’re lucky, next year at this time, it will all be about as meaningful as that vuvuzela you bought as a joke last summer.

Bruce VanWyngarden

brucev@memphisflyer.com

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Protesters

Bruce VanWyngarden’s recent “Letter From the Editor” (February 24th issue) concerning the protests in Egypt and Libya missed the mark in attempting to make a feeble connection with the protests in Wisconsin. 

Protests in the Middle East are occurring because the people of those countries have been denied the ballot box by despots, who, until very recently, were on quite cozy terms with the Obama administration. 

In Wisconsin, a clear majority of citizens recently voted in a free and open election to address that state’s financial crisis and now a small cadre of spoiled, unionized state workers are upset because they are being thrown off the government gravy train. The attendant fact that Democrats from the state legislature have also run away rather than meet their elected responsibilities is disgraceful.

In the Middle East, protesters are demanding democracy. In Wisconsin, protesters are denying it. There is a difference.

Erwin Williamson

Memphis

Payback is a bitch, as they say. It’s happening now to the despots in the Middle East, and, sooner rather than later, it will come to the politicians who have sold their souls to corporate America at the expense of the working class.

In Wisconsin, the governor and his GOP allies pushed through more than $110 million in tax breaks for corporations and then tried to balance that cut in income from the budget by taking it out of the pockets of unionized labor — people making middle-class wages. The result: thousands of working people in Wisconsin who no longer buy into the idea that the GOP has any other goal than to ensure that their corporate-lobby overlords are made happy.

What’s happening in Wisconsin has nothing to do with “balancing the budget.” Rather, it’s all about breaking what has long been a stronghold of Democratic Party support — unions. It will backfire. Payback is coming at the ballot box.

Jim Conners

Memphis

Cuts to the EPA

On February 19th, the U.S. House of Representatives passed a funding bill

(H.R. 1), legislation which irresponsibly cuts appropriations and thus cripples the EPA’s ability to regulate large-scale polluters and enforce the Clean Water and Clean Air acts. Thankfully, here in Tennessee, Congressman Steve Cohen not only voted against this destructive legislation but has continually spoken out against attacks on our health and air.

The funding bill blocks the EPA from limiting how much coarse particulate matter (“soot”) enters our air. This type of air pollution worsens asthma, chronic lung disease, and heart disease and promotes premature death. More than 96,000 children in Tennessee have asthma and are put at risk by this dangerous pollution.

The EPA strives to enforce the Clean Air Act for the benefit of all Americans, but its efforts have come under attack by dirty energy companies and their allies in Congress who wish to strip the agency of funding. Cohen should be applauded for speaking out against efforts to block clean air standards — standards that would help ensure a clean and safe environment for all. Michael Nemeth environmentamerica.org

CVS

Only in Memphis could the concept of a property owner having the right to sell his property be questioned and held up. The good news is, even among a cesspool of liberal nut jobs, America has prevailed and CVS will soon do us the honor of knocking down yet another hideous, asbestos-infested eyesore. If CVS would offer $5 per sledge-hammer swing, they could recoup most of their investment. I would be the first in line.

 Hopefully, this will open the eyes of local government to recognize that Memphis Heritage speaks for only 40 to 50 people, all of whom have nothing better to do with their daytime hours. This band of kooks should be forever viewed as such and given no more attention than they deserve: a condescending nod.

Tommy Volinchak

Memphis

the taxi guy

The “Taxi Stories” (Cover Story, February 17th issue) were refreshing. First, because they tell the tale of someone in midlife who needed a second income and, instead of griping about the economy, made the best of it by taking on a new job. Second, because the stories are about ordinary day-to-day activities, but the taxi guy — Eddie Tucker — made them so interesting. Hope you publish more of the same. I’d like to know what happens to the taxi guy.

Penny Aviotti

Memphis

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Music Music Features

Festival Season Preview

The lineup for Memphis in May’s Beale Street Music Festival will be officially announced on Thursday, March 3rd. It’s being heralded by Memphis in May as “the biggest lineup ever.” At the very least, if the announced lineup matches the widely rumored one, it will be the most interesting lineup in some time.

Among the artists confirmed either via their own published tour schedules or the reliable concert site Pollstar.com are soul man Cee-Lo (of “F— You” fame), pop-radio-certified Atlanta rapper B.O.B., soul-blues favorite Bettye LaVette, and excellent alt-country/bluegrass band the Avett Brothers, fresh off a breakout Grammys performance. Among the rumored artists to be hinted at heavily on the festival’s Facebook page are rap star Ludacris and Top 40 titan Ke$ha.

Three-day passes for the festival, which takes place April 29th through May 1st at Tom Lee Park, are on sale now. Single-day tickets go on sale starting at 2 p.m. March 3rd. For more information on ticketing, see MemphisinMay.org/musicfesttickets. For a full breakdown of the festival lineup, see the Flyer‘s pop culture blog, Sing All Kinds (MemphisFlyer.com/SingAllKinds), shortly after the March 3rd announcement.

The long BSMF weekend will get an earlier than normal start this year when the Orpheum hosts Montreal’s Arcade Fire on Thursday, April 28th. The band — one of the most critically lauded pop acts of the past decade — makes its Memphis debut shortly after their surprise Album of the Year Grammy win for last year’s The Suburbs. Tickets for the Arcade Fire concert at the Orpheum are $45 and go on sale Friday, March 4th, at 10 a.m. See Orpheum-Memphis.com for more info.

Community radio station WEVL-FM 89.9 will hold its annual spring concert this weekend at the Hi-Tone Café. The bill will feature Goner-connected songwriter Harlan T. Bobo and country-soul band Holly & the Heathens, featuring Holly Cole. Spinning between sets is DJ Eric of WEVL’s “In the Basement” show. Showtime is 10 p.m., Saturday, March 5th. Admission is $10, with proceeds going to WEVL.

Bobo will be among the generous Memphis contingent traveling to Austin, Texas, later this month for the annual South By Southwest Music Festival, which runs March 16th-19th. Bobo will play an unofficial showcase for local label Goner Records, alongside fellow Memphians the Limes and non-local Goner acts the Overnight Lows, Ty Segall, John Wesley Coleman, and Quintron & Miss Pussycat.

Among the area artists scheduled to play official showcases at this year’s festival are: On Wednesday night, Ardent Music’s folk-rockers Star & Micey and Oxford, Mississippi, bands Young Buffalo and the Colour Revolt. On Thursday night, Amy LaVere will play a showcase for the management company/label Thirty Tigers alongside former Drive-By Trucker (and former Memphian) Jason Isbell and Murfreesboro’s Those Darlins, the North Mississippi Allstars return, and Valerie June makes her official showcase debut after slipping into the $5 Cover showcase a couple years ago.

On Friday night, the Allstars return for a second showcase, shoegazers Cloudland Canyon play a showcase for the Chicago label Thrill Jockey, former Memphian Ross Flournoy debuts his new band Apex Manor at a Merge Records showcase, and Skewby brings a new generation of Memphis hip-hop to the festival for the first time, playing a packed showcase in between Atlanta rappers Gorilla Zoe and Pill. Finally, on Saturday night, the River City Tanlines play a showcase for the Dirtnap label, rising artist and recently relocated Memphian Bosco Delrey plays a showcase for his Mad Decent label, and north Mississippi artists Shannon McNally and Charlie Mars perform as part of an official Mississippi Music Showcase.

After taking last year off, the Flyer will be in Austin for the festival this year, covering locals and some of the hundreds of other interesting artists from around the world.

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Moments in Time

Released a week apart, two new double-disc packages from Memphis’ two most legendary artists — Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash — provide a deeper look into specific moments in their careers.

From Memphis to Hollywood: Bootleg Vol. II, released February 22nd, is a follow-up to 2006’s Personal File (Bootleg Vol. I), and similarly digs into Cash’s personal archives for (mostly) previously unreleased material. Meanwhile, Elvis Is Back!, released March 1st, repackages a bundle of previously released albums and singles of varying degrees of familiarity.

As the title suggests, the first disc of From Memphis to Hollywood will likely be of more interest to local audiences.

The collection opens with a clip of announcements and advertisements from West Memphis’ KWEM, the host discussing the films opening at a West Memphis theater (“The other picture on this big double-feature program is the spine-tingling The Man in Hiding. It’ll make goose pimples on goose pimples. That’s what it’ll do!”).

This segues into a series of on-air performances from “Johnny Cash & His Tennessee Two,” with Luther Perkins “hitting all those hard notes on the guitar” and Marshall Grant “hitting all the low notes on this bass-fiddle right here” as Cash says by way of introduction. Between songs, Cash figuratively sings the praises of his performance sponsor, Home Equipment Company, on Summer Avenue.

Dated May 21, 1955, these on-air performances include little-known songs such as “Wide Open Road” and the biblical “Belshazzar.” (“We always like to include a good sacred song in our show,” Cash explains.) The radio selection ends with an advertisement, taken from a couple of months later, for a “Country Music Jamboree” at the Overton Park Shell, featuring Cash, Presley, and Wanda Jackson, among other rockabilly and country artists.

As interesting as this radio material is, the collection shifts into a different gear when it moves into a series of early demos introduced by the deliberate opening notes of “I Walk the Line.” The 21 early demos and Sun rarities all date from Cash’s period in Memphis, from 1955 through his signing to Columbia Records in 1958. The second disc is culled from the Columbia Records vaults and compiles various non-album singles, B-sides, and outtakes from 1958 to 1969.

Ultimately, as a new addition to the vast world of Cash material, From Memphis to Hollywood is probably more interesting as an archival document than as something for repeated or casual listening.

By contrast, Elvis Is Back! is a great listen — most of it anyway. Similar to 2009’s two-disc From Elvis in Memphis reissue, the new release actually pairs two studio albums with related extras but uses only the title of the more heralded album.

The first of these two, 1960’s Elvis Is Back!, may well top his 1956 RCA debut Elvis Presley and 1969’s From Elvis in Memphis as Presley’s finest studio album. The rockabilly sound of Presley’s early Sun recordings, which went truly national via Elvis Presley, and the blue-eyed soul and swamp rock of his late-’60s homecoming sessions at American Sound Studio are held in higher regard by most aesthetes. But Presley, at heart, was always as much a pop singer as a rock-and-roller, and Elvis Is Back! is the King at his pop apex.

Elvis Is Back! captures the coolest, most musical version of the Elvis the public adores and the puritans resist, mixing great schlock and great art until you can’t tell the difference, his commitment to nailing a song and pleasing an audience never wavering.

It was Presley’s first album after returning from the Army, and it reintroduces him as less a rock-and-roller than a soulful crooner. This confidant and mature vocal performance genre-hops with a subtlety and command that rivals his Sun sessions, applying a similarly light touch to cocktail jazz (“Fever”), rockers (“Dirty, Dirty Feeling”), blues (“Reconsider Baby”), gospel-tinged pop (“The Thrill of Your Love”), doo-wop-style soul (“Soldier Boy”), and lilting pop (“The Girl of My Best Friend”).

If most of those titles are unfamiliar to casual Presley fans, it’s because, at the time, singles were generally released separate from albums rather than as promotional items taken from them. And one of the good things about this package is that, rather than cram the extras with alternate takes and other completist detritus, it merely adds Presley’s concurrent singles to the end of each album. With Elvis Is Back!, this means the megahit “It’s Now or Never” and schlock classic “Are You Lonesome Tonight?,” as well as more swinging highlights such as “Stuck on You” and “I Gotta Know.”

The 1961 album included on disc two of this package, Something for Everybody, illustrates how short-lived this peak of pop artistry was. The stylistic terrain is similar, and though the title literalizes the strategy of Elvis Is Back!, it can’t quite live up to the promise. Presley’s vocals are still gorgeous, but the album shifts even harder into crooner territory, with schlock that can’t match the grandeur of “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” and blues and rockers that don’t swing quite as freely. Even the best singles here —  “(Marie’s the Name) His Latest Flame,” “Little Sister,” and “Good Luck Charm” — signal a then-gradual slide that would only accelerate for the next half-decade.

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Politics Politics Feature

E Unum Pluribus

At a time when the concept of bipartisan cooperation, at least on the national and statewide levels, is honored more in the breach than in the observance, local politics still affords some instances of the principle in action.

The oft-contentious Memphis City Council, for example, was able to put aside racial and partisan differences to align itself unanimously behind the idea of accepting the surrender of the Memphis City Schools charter. The motivation was clearly that of defending the city’s sovereignty and right of self-determination against challenges from other political jurisdictions.

As council member Bill Boyd, a white Republican conservative representing a quasi-suburban constituency, put it when the council, early in January, made the first of its two votes in favor of accepting the surrender of the Memphis City Schools charter: “We are all Memphians, and we’re all representatives of the citizens of Memphis.”

And on February 10th, when the council responded to the General Assembly’s passage of the Norris-Todd Bill by reaffirming its prior decision with a second vote, council member Wanda Halbert, a black Democrat from the inner city, preceded her vote with the announcement that she had not favored dissolution of MSC originally but that she felt the city’s sovereignty was under attack and needed defending.

Similarly, the Shelby County Commission, almost evenly divided on both racial and partisan lines, has of late found in the ongoing school crisis a basis for a clear working majority. Republican members Mike Carpenter and Mike Ritz have consistently combined with Democratic members who, like themselves, represent city-based districts, in order to pursue the common goal of constructing a unified all-county school board.

Partisan solidarity of a sort is by no means wholly absent from the commission’s dialogue on the matter, however. Commissioner Heidi Shafer who, like fellow Republicans Ritz and Carpenter, represents District 1, a mixed urban-suburban area, has generally sided with Wyatt Bunker, Terry Roland, and Chris Thomas, GOP members from District 4, a sprawling area that takes in most of suburban outer Shelby County.

Like those members, Shafer has resisted both the commission’s newly established timetable for creating an interim all-county school board and the rationale for its doing so. Though District 1 overlaps Memphis’ eastern perimeter and its western suburbs, Shafer would seem, like Bunker, Roland, and Thomas, to be a proponent of an independent public-school apparatus to serve the suburbs.

On the occasion of a recent rally opposing school merger and on behalf of a potential Germantown Municipal School District (one which would require additional taxpayer subsidy), Shafer wondered out loud “if by trying to make things more equal we are not making them equally miserable.”

For whatever reason, Shafer and the three Republicans representing District 4 have come to represent a dependable bloc on a variety of issues. They have opposed Shelby County mayor Mark Luttrell on his desire to establish a unified county IT system and on a number of other issues relating to the county mayor’s assertion of administration prerogatives.

At least part of their motivation would seem to be that of loyalty to some of the rank-and-file Republicans who were elected last fall to administer this or that clerkship or department of county government. Though a Republican, Luttrell has tended to gravitate toward demonstrations of common purpose with his fellow chief executive, Memphis mayor A C Wharton, a Democrat who, like the county mayor, finds it fairly easy to put partisanship per se on a back burner.

But resistance to the administration and to the Luttrell-Wharton partnership on given issues is something that often seems to transcend party lines. One of those issues concerns the degree to which various commission members view with suspicion and misgivings the newly created joint city-county enterprise called E.D.G.E. (for Economic Development Growth Engine for Memphis and Shelby County).

Designed to unite under a common umbrella a variety of agencies charged with overseeing economic development, the new organization got approval from both the city council and the county commission, but not without needing something of a hard sell, particularly with the latter body, where there has been palpable resistance both to E.D.G.E. itself and to particular instances of industrial recruitment.

Though both mayors, along with the Chamber of Commerce and then-Governor Phil Bredesen, made a point last December of ballyhooing the forthcoming transplantation of a vast Electrolux plant from Quebec to Memphis, several members of the county commission, in both parties, found fault with that particular recruitment — most of the objections focusing on the role of both city and county government.

Bunker, for example, saw a deviation from pure free enterprise in the heavy governmental share of the initial investment — $20 million each from city and county government and another $100 million from the state, out of a start-up total of $190 million. Democrats Walter Bailey and Henri Brooks also demurred, Bailey wondering about the disproportionate amounts contributed by local and state government, and Brooks, bearing down on the question of whether Electrolux was in full compliance with the Title VI (equal opportunity) provision of the 1964 Civil Rights Act.

In the end, the commission would approve the county’s end of the start-up subsidy, but not until Electrolux exec Tom Vining had undergone a fairly serious grilling.

More of the same occurred this week in the wake of the announcement that Mitsubishi Electric would be building a new facility here to manufacture electrical transformers. The subsidies required of city and county were far less than with Electrolux, both absolutely (only $1 million was required of county government) and proportionally, in that the company itself was footing most of the start-up bill.

Even so, there was some flak from the commission, which, for better or for worse, has become something of a minefield on the local economic development front. Democrat James Harvey, who has made no secret of his intent to challenge Wharton in this year’s mayoral election, complained about the secrecy that the two mayors were insisting upon in their industrial recruitment efforts, prompting Wharton to call such criticism counterproductive and liken it to a “Chihuahua nipping when the big dogs go by.”

In the end, Harvey joined his colleagues in bestowing his blessings on the Mitsubishi plant (whose executives, however, experienced another interrogation from Brooks on Title VI issues). Harvey also made it clear, though, that he thought both city and county government were in danger of becoming easy marks for predatory industries looking for a cushy deal. And yes, he said, he intended to make that a campaign issue.

Which is to say, politics is still politics, and, for fair reasons or foul, political motives tend to work against the kind of unity which commission chairman Sidney Chism likes to call “lockstep” (an adjective he’s been known to favor the Republicans on the commission with). Likewise, overriding political motives can forge an unusual degree of unity, as the aforementioned school issues have on both the city council and the county commission.

If there is a local body permanently unsuited to the concept of unity, it would seem to be the Memphis City Schools board, which may or may not be on borrowed time, depending both on whether next week’s referendum on transferring MCS’s authority to SCS succeeds and on how long subsequent litigation could delay a merger.

While the MCS board exists, however, it will apparently continue to be a hotbed of disagreement — the most recent evidence of which came Monday night when Superintendent Kriner Cash, an opponent of merger, precipitated an argument over the exact meaning of “yes” and “no” votes regarding next week’s referendum.

In the resultant fallout, Tomeka Hart, a pro-merger member, departed, protesting the “inappropriate” political context of Cash’s remarks. (Coincidentally or not, she had been billed as a guest of honor at a fund-raising event elsewhere in the city.) And three opponents of a merger — Sara Lewis, Kenneth Whalum, and Jeff Warren — proceeded to hold forth (and not for the first time) on the nature of their opposition, thereby ensuring that the answer to the question “Whatever happened to … ?” (filling in the blank with the name of one of the above) could not be answered with a response of “Who?”

At least for the time being.

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The Rant

His tribe has been in power for 30 years, with plans to transfer authority from father to son. Yet despite the public disfavor and condition of his country, he continues to make personal appearances. He is  responsible for the deaths of thousands of his own people and countless others, including civilians, by bullets and bombs.

He routinely used detention without charge or trial and torture against his enemies. He ordered electronic surveillance and spying on his countrymen and hired mercenaries to fight his foes. Even after falling from favor, he still believes that he’s some sort of religious mystic who was placed in power by God, from whom he receives personal instruction. He speaks in gibberish that no one else can understand. He is delusional, militaristic, and totally out of touch with the people of his country. During his reign, the elite prospered while the poor starved and went homeless. Anyone with such a record must be called to account for his criminal behavior, and George W. Bush certainly has a lot to answer for.

Earlier this month, Bush canceled a planned trip to Switzerland, where he was to make a speech, amid calls for protest and threats of arrest. In this country, while the Tea Party runs amok, making the most of their 15 minutes in the spotlight with bizarre attacks on the current president’s legitimacy, human rights groups around the world have stated that they plan to seek arrest warrants whenever and wherever Bush travels outside the United States. Since Bush admitted in his autobiography to the authorization of waterboarding detainees at Guantanamo, the respected organization Amnesty International has said enough evidence now exists to open a criminal investigation. Yet there he was, yukking it up with Jerry Jones in the owner’s sky-box at the Super Bowl, munching hot dogs in a billion-dollar football palace where millionaires play, while the rest of the populace struggles to recover from the disastrous economic mess he left behind.

Speaking of war criminals, Dick Cheney was the surprise guest at this month’s annual CPAC Convention in Washington, D.C., where he presented the conservative organization’s coveted “Defender of the Constitution” award to his old foxhole buddy, Donald Rumsfeld. There was enough irony in the hall to build a bridge. Cheney entered the room to the blaring of Tina Turner’s “Simply the Best,” reminding music fans that Cheney is an abuser like Ike Turner was. Jr. Walker & the Allstars’ “Shotgun” would have been a better choice. The old-boy reunion was spoiled by a crowd of libertarian Rand Paul supporters, who had just listened to the new senator from Kentucky call for cuts in the defense budget to loud jeering from the crowd. Instead of welcoming Cheney like a returning hero, they shouted, “War criminal!” and “Where’s Bin Laden?” at him, while the true patriots reverted back to the imaginative chant of “U-S-A,” to drown out their opponents. Because of a new heart device that constantly pumps blood, Cheney technically no longer has a pulse. (Insert your own joke here.) The ultimate irony is that the former vice president may need a heart transplant but may be too old to qualify. I wonder who appoints Dick Cheney’s “death panel”?

Rumsfeld emerged from relative seclusion to go on tour promoting his new memoir, Known and Unknown. The man Salon dubbed the “Architect of Terror” has been met by protesters at every stop and has shown a predilection for musings about meeting Elvis rather than the falsifying of intelligence to sell a war. Rumsfeld’s appearance in Orange County, California, was planned around a special banquet costing $500 per person — $1,000 if you wanted to meet the secretary. The “Premium Seating Package,” including two seats at the head table, an additional table for 10, and a “VIP reception” following the dinner, cost a mere $25,000, chump change to an O.C. Republican. Earlier, Rumsfeld had accepted the “Victory of Freedom” award from the Richard Nixon Foundation at a dinner at the Nixon Library in Yorba Linda, California. Over 200 people paid “hundreds of dollars” for the privilege of breaking bread with the man called “the worst secretary of defense in history.” And that was by John McCain.

In The Godfather’s most dramatic scene, Michael Corleone arranges for the elimination of the heads of New York’s five crime families while he is in church, standing godfather to Connie and Carlo’s baby. After the ceremony, he tells his brother-in-law, Carlo, to go back to the house and wait for his call. The unsuspecting sap is on the phone when Michael enters with the look of the grand inquisitor on his face. Michael explains that he has just “settled all family business” and utters the chilling words, “You have to answer for Santino, Carlo” — thus forcing the unfortunate turncoat to pay a long-delayed price for his role in the assassination of Sonny Corleone and proving that justice, though not always swift, is inevitable.

The invasion and occupation of Iraq, and the subsequent horror that followed, was a war crime. If we are to continue as a nation of laws rather than men, it is essential that the Bush-Cheney-Rumsfeld troika be told, “You have to answer for Santino.” The lives of 4,757 American soldiers and a half-million Iraqis demand it. Democracy may be sprouting in the Middle East, but only when the era of privatized privilege passes from this land can we look ourselves in the mirror and ask, “What have we done?”

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Running on Full

When Tony Bennett sings “I Left My Heart in San Francisco,” I think what he means to sing is “I Left My Taste Buds in San Francisco.” On a recent trip to the Bay Area, my fiancé Eric, our baby, and I ate enough to feed three elephant seals. In a city known for being a melting pot of cultures, I wasn’t surprised that the food was just as diverse.

Our first meal was at Café Gratitude, which was appropriate, since we were grateful to have survived a cross-country plane trip with a five-month-old. Nestled in the Mission District, Café Gratitude is an all-vegan restaurant with a ton of raw menu items. We started with the “I Am Abundant” sampler plate — sprouted almond hummus, hempseed pesto crostini, spicy cashew nacho cheese with flax chips, olive tapenade, buckwheat crackers, spring roll, and a cup of the house soup. Eric ordered the homemade kombucha. It was icy cold, fresh, and subtle enough that I could have downed an entire glass of it.

After brunch, we caught up with our friend DJ Chad White and did the “tourist tour” — Haight-Ashbury, the Grateful Dead house, Chinatown, Fisherman’s Wharf, and Twin Peaks, which provided a panoramic view of the city. All that ocean air made us crave crab, so we piled back into the car.

“Chinatown is for tourists,” Chad said. “Let’s go to the Outer Sunset neighborhood.”

We parked illegally and ran across the street to one of the many tiny establishments selling dim sum. It was very authentic … so much so that I wasn’t sure I wanted to even ask what kind of meat was in the middle of the soft, steamed white buns. The sweet BBQ pork dumpling was the best and most familiar.

Back in the car and still on the hunt for crab, we had all but given up when Chad yelled, “Stop!” He told us to park (only semi-illegally this time), and we ran across another street to Swan’s Oyster Depot, one of the city’s mainstays. It’s been serving delicious seafood since 1912. Judging from the line extending out of the door and the 45-minute wait, it’s probably not going anywhere anytime soon.

The other customers waiting in line assured us that the wait would be more than worth it. By the time we sat down and started breaking off chunks of crusty white bread to dip in the chowder, we realized they were right. The menu was a bit pricey, but if you are looking for incredibly fresh seafood, this is the place to go.

We ordered the crab salad — lettuce piled high with fresh steamed crab and a side of creamy dressing. I didn’t need the dressing. The crab was so sweet, tender, and the perfect amount of salty, I could have easily finished another plate. The crab chowder was more broth-like than the traditional thick and creamy chowder, but I liked the lighter version. We also quickly polished off a plate of fresh, buttery oysters.

As much as we could have lingered, we decided to hit the road and make room for the other hungry customers waiting in the dark outside.

Although our day had been one long food-fest, we couldn’t leave the city without at least sampling some sushi. A quick Google search of the words “sushi and San Francisco” brings up a mind-boggling number of results, so we took a chance and picked Crazy Sushi (it had the best reviews). Turns out, it wasn’t such a crazy choice. Eric ordered a variety of sushi — and a lot — to-go.

Back in our hotel room, we shared a cup of green tea and broke out the chopsticks. Maybe it was all the walking we had done, or maybe it was because it was our last meal, but it was some of the best sushi I’ve ever put in my mouth. The winner was the “Black Imagine Woman,” a mouthwatering combination of spicy eel, king crab, avocado, and black tobiko. I didn’t think it could get any better but wondered if the “Fairytale Yellowtail” or the “Lesbionic” roll would be just as good.

I’ll have to wait until our next trip to the West Coast to find out. Meanwhile, I think my taste buds, which I left in San Francisco, will do just fine without me.

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Why Obama Caves

Democrats and liberals spend a lot of time wondering why President Obama isn’t advancing the progressive agenda he espoused on the campaign trail, but I have come to believe that it might be nothing more complicated than the Mean Girls Syndrome.

A confession is in order: I sat at the mean girls’ lunch table in the eighth grade. For a bookworm from the lower middle class who was picked for sports teams in P.E. class just ahead of the kid with the leg brace, I felt lucky to be among the chosen for that golden year.  

But the price of admittance to this elite club was high: I had to engage in the cruelties for which mean girls everywhere are known. I hated seeing their most despised victim, Cindy, come into the lunchroom, because I would be expected to participate in the mockery. But what I hated more was being excluded from the popular group, so I joined in. I knew it was wrong, but I did it.   

And that, I believe, is the clue to what causes our president to capitulate on critical issues such as the public option, financial reform, and tax cuts. This theory may even explain why the last Democratic president, Bill Clinton, caved to pressure from Wall Street to jettison the Glass-Steagall Act, the financial firewall that had protected us from economic catastrophe for nearly 70 years.

Like me, both Clinton and Obama came from modest circumstances. My father worked two jobs to put food on the table, my mother took in sewing so I had clothes to wear, and I did not enjoy the luxury of air-conditioning until I was an adult and could afford to buy a window unit myself. We went for years at a time without a television, because my parents had to save up money to get the broken one repaired.

To say that I was on the lowest level of the pecking order is not an exaggeration and helps explain why I felt so flattered to be a part of the mean girls’ club. I was an excellent student who had been taught to be kind to others, but no matter how many academic accolades came my way, no matter how bad I felt about tormenting an even less popular girl, I could not resist the lure of basking in the reflected glory of these junior high school power brokers.  

Considering the personal achievements of Obama and Clinton, one would assume them to be immune to the entreaties of Harvard Club denizens. But the imprint of childhood “otherness” is so strong that it marks most of us forever, even to the point that no matter how old we are, we can usually recount in great detail a cruelty visited upon us decades earlier.

It seems quite plausible that both Obama and Clinton were unable to get over their outsider status and, as a result, were lured into suspending their intellect and knowledge of history and human nature to make common cause with their court flatterers — for nothing more than the temporary enjoyment of being among the golden boys.  

Before Obama’s capitulation on issues important to everyone who doesn’t have a place in the Hamptons, I believed that a person from humble beginnings made for a better leader, because he or she had not been insulated by the wealth and privilege of men like George W. Bush or Al Gore.  

But I must recant this theory as I have watched our president sacrifice the working and middle classes on the altar of his need to be accepted by men who, even now, would not want to belong to a club that would let him be a member. His enemies cleverly call his actions “compromises,” in service to his “pragmatic” side, which is a truly brilliant manipulation.  

When Republicans call Obama a pragmatist, what I think they really mean is that they got him to sell out for a spot at the lunch table, and if they told him the truth, he’d stop rolling over for them, and they’d have to find a new chump.

Besides, it’s way more fun for the mean girls to utilize their real power by getting their social inferiors to do their dirty work. I know — I was one of them once.

Ruth Ogles Johnson, a Flyer contributor and online columnist, works in sales and management.

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“The Horrors”

“Awe-inspiring,” said the Los Angeles Times, and “chilling,” added the Huffington Post. “A sophisticated fable” were the words from The Wall Street Journal, and “dark but divine,” wrote USA Today. All this praise was in response to Yann Martel’s novel Beatrice and Virgil when it appeared last year.

But who’s this, what’s this? It’s Michiko Kakutani, writing in The New York Times, who called Martel’s book “misconceived,” “offensive,” “disappointing,” and “often perverse.” All of which, in part, it is, but “chilling” and “dark” it certainly is. (“Awe-inspiring” and “divine”? Not so much.)

What is it about Beatrice and Virgil that produced such conflicting claims? Maybe it’s the fact that it followed Life of Pi, the book that won Martel England’s prestigious Man Booker Prize in 2002. And maybe it’s the unconventional, often puzzling — too puzzling — story line:

A successful writer named Henry has had his latest book, on the subject of the Holocaust, rejected by his publisher, so he travels with his wife from Canada to an unnamed city, where he performs in amateur theatricals and works in a chocolate shop; a taxidermist, also named Henry, has written a play, which he asks the other Henry to read; the play features two talking animals: a monkey named Virgil and a donkey named Beatrice; and the play, which bears an obvious resemblance to Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot, turns out to be an allegory of the Holocaust (which Beatrice and Virgil refer to as “The Horrors”).

Beckett isn’t the only master who’s inspired Martel here. There’s Dante. There’s Flaubert. And there’s Diderot. Add to that roster the book’s major concerns — the Holocaust and the limits of art; evil and deliverance from evil — and already you know this isn’t your standard best-seller. Does Martel succeed with the task he’s set himself?

You be the judge. Beatrice and Virgil is now in paperback from Spiegel & Grau. Yann Martel will be in Memphis next week to sign it and discuss it.

Yann Martel discussing and signing “Beatrice and Virgil” at Davis-Kidd Booksellers, Tuesday, March 8th, 6 p.m.

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Creature Feature

When Young Frankenstein opened on Broadway in 2007, critics stormed the theater brandishing poisoned pens like torches and pitchforks. Mel Brooks’ expensive monstrosity was full of eye-popping effects, we were told, but it never lived up to the source material. More to the point, it was a pale, dashed-off follow-up to The Producers, Brooks’ universally adored screen-to-stage adaptation, which won more Tonys than any musical in Broadway history, a distinction it almost certainly doesn’t deserve.

The Producers, a film about making a very bad Broadway musical, made immediate sense on stage, while the iconic horror parody Young Frankenstein was a film about film and doomed to lose a little something in translation. Also, The Producers wasn’t widely seen in its original film release, and with a few critical exceptions, it was savaged for extreme bad taste. The musical’s huge success was aided by mobs of critics eager to make amends for missing the joke the first go-round. Young Frankenstein, the stage musical, on the other hand, was widely viewed as “cashing in.”

But here’s the thing, folks. All the gags you loved from the original Young Frankenstein have been preserved in the musical. The horses still freak out when Frau Blucher’s name is spoken aloud. Igor’s hump still wanders from side to side. Even a few of the songs are classic Brooks, especially “Don’t Touch Me,” a naughty, “Anything Goes”-inspired to-do (and not to-do) list for the sexually frustrated.

So maybe this monster isn’t really a monster. Like the horror movies it’s inspired by, Young Frankenstein might just be a stupid good time.

“Young Frankenstein” at the Orpheum, March 8th-13th. $40-$95. orpheum-memphis.com.