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Opinion Viewpoint

Embracing Immigration Reform

Republicans’ fast, furious, and sudden embrace of immigration reform may have unintended consequences. And if winning national elections by mobilizing Hispanics is their goal, it might be too late.

For several years, we have advocated for changes to our existing immigration laws. In this column, we have called for comprehensive, bipartisan immigration reform that reflects the realities of our market-based economy. Such reform should reinforce our neighborly relationship with Mexico, a nation that precariously straddles the wall between the Third World and the First.

This past November, Barack Obama won 71 percent of the Hispanic vote, even though his relentless deportation program (a record 1.4 million people forced out of the United States in four years) continues unabated. Despite this, the president spoke the language of tolerance, inclusion, and reform while on the campaign trail, and Hispanic immigrants, documented and undocumented, were listening.

So now, barely a month into the president’s second term, some Republicans are speaking this (foreign) language of inclusion through a sudden conversion to the cause of immigration reform — something they characterized until a few weeks ago as merely amnesty for lawbreakers.

The idea of somnolent Spanish-speakers suddenly waking up and voting Republican after some sort of comprehensive reform is passed is completely out of step with recent Republican-imposed reality. Hispanics will vote for Republicans if Republican policies and positions favor issues important to them. Many Hispanics, we should remember, are raising children, earning very low wages, and living in substandard housing. Hispanics will vote for candidates who have specific plans to improve education for their kids.

Like all human beings, Hispanics want to live in safe neighborhoods, with a responsive, professional police force. They want decent housing and access to basic health care. They want public transportation that’s safe and functional. They don’t want to send their kids to Afghanistan or Iran.

What did the Republican platform offer this past November? Their program, in essence: lower taxes for the wealthiest of Americans and large corporations, massive cuts to social programs, and a possible invasion of Iran. The fact that 27 percent of Hispanics voted for that agenda is nothing short of miraculous.

Republicans might benefit from comprehensive immigration reform in that a new, national policy will probably shut down the dizzying array of primal “laws” coming out of state legislatures in Alabama, Georgia, Arizona, and South Carolina. Passing and enforcing immigration laws is a federally prescribed prerogative (and obligation), and new immigration reform laws, passed in a bipartisan manner, should dampen down the rhetoric from the individual states. Those state laws, which are designed to impose maximum suffering on the undocumented, have been written, passed, and praised by Republican state legislators. Ruling through cruelty is never a politically sustainable plan of governance.

Here we are, once again, and we hope that a national, bipartisan plan to reform our outdated immigration laws is passed by the end of this year. It is unlikely that such reform will result in an immediate Hispanic pivot to the Republican Party, even if the plan passes with strong Republican support. We look forward to studying the details of the legislation that emerges in the months ahead, and we hope the cruel, racist, xenophobic rhetoric of the recent past recedes and dissipates, replaced by a much more enlightened discussion on immigration and the immigrants among us.

Bryce Ashby is a Memphis-based attorney. Michael J. LaRosa teaches history at Rhodes College.

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We Recommend We Recommend

PRIZM Ensemble’s Multi Art Extravaganza

This Saturday the classical chamber-music group PRIZM Ensemble is performing a concert at Otherlands Coffee Bar.

If you’re a chamber-music novice: Don’t be afraid. It’s good! And, it’s accessible, a stated goal of executive director Lecolion Washington and artistic director Carina Nyberg Washington. (The married pair makes for a local chamber-music power couple.) “Nobody wants to go to a concert and not be smart enough,” Lecolion says.

“We try to take away the hoity-toity part of it,” Carina says. “It’s not where, ‘This is the stage and you’re the audience and you need to sit down and be quiet.'”

Lecolion adds, “We try to show that not only is it not intimidating, it also can be tons of fun. There aren’t all these rules about when to clap. Those things turn people off. If you want to clap and throw babies in the air, I say go ahead.”

Plus, the PRIZM Ensemble is different from a typical chamber group. In addition to the music, the Saturday concert will integrate components of dance (performances by Ondine Geary) and poetry (recitals by Kathy Lou Schultz) created specifically for the concert and a photography exhibit called “The Forgotten Faces of Memphis” (images by Bill Piacesi).

Not even the assemblage of instruments in PRIZM is typical for chamber music. Usually, a chamber ensemble will be a woodwind quintet or a string quartet. PRIZM utilizes a nontraditional mix of instruments, allowing for arrangements that are much less well known but no less impressive.

So, if you’re a chamber-music purist: Don’t be afraid! Among the works Saturday will be music by Gordon Jacob, Memphis contemporary Scott Hines, and Gideon Klein. The latter was a Czech pianist and composer who died at Auschwitz at the age of 25. PRIZM will perform his last surviving work.

PRIZM Ensemble’s Multi Art Extravaganza, Saturday, March 2nd, 7:30 p.m. at Otherlands Coffee Bar. Tickets $5 at the door. prizmensemble.com

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News The Fly-By

Fly on the Wall

Not the Onion

This gem from the U of M student newspaper gets your Fly on the Wall’s nod for headline of the week: “Local Band Changes their Sound.”

The article introduces readers to the Summers, a local band changing their sound to something that is, according to the Helmsman, “different, still rock-based, but more mature.” Here’s hoping that this local band’s new sound helps them to get a whole new kind of a thing going on.

Suggestion Box

Bruce Barry of Nashville Scene thinks Memphis wasn’t being proactive enough in changing the name of Confederate-themed parks in response to the Tennessee Heritage Protection Act of 2013, which would make it illegal to change statues, monuments, nameplates, or plaques that memorialize war and warriors.

“The Memphis City Council is missing a real opportunity here,” Barry wrote, suggesting that Forrest Park could have become Racist Nathan Bedford Forrest Park. “We could have also had ‘Blow Me Jefferson Davis Park,’  ‘Ashamed to Have Been Part of the Confederacy Park,’ or ‘Ronald Reagan’s Illegal Grenada War Park.'”

Neverending Elvis

We know he was a hip-swiveling corruptor of American youth in the 1950s, but was Elvis also a howling banshee or a wicked leprechaun? A new biography titled Elvis and Ireland aims to tell the King’s story from an Irish point of view. The Irish Daily Star quotes the book’s 29-year-old author Ivor Casey as saying, “Many priests roared that Elvis was slouched at the left hand of Satan with a distinctive plan for the corruption of the young people of Ireland.'”

Verbatim

“Meryl Streep, she learned a bug jump or two.” — Memphis jookin’ phenomenon Lil’ Buck to Stephen Colbert. Buck was talking about his trip to China with Streep and Yo-Yo Ma.

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Letter From The Editor Opinion

Letter from the Editor: Tropical Storm Sequester

Are you prepared for Tropical Storm Sequester? It’s coming March 1st and will leave all kinds of destruction in its wake, according to many forecasts. Sequester follows close on the heels of Tropical Storm Fiscal Cliff, which in January threatened to destroy America, before narrowly being averted by the heroic actions of the president and Congress.

Sequester has been hovering just outside Washington, D.C., since August 2011, when Congress invented it as a mechanism to force itself to further reduce the deficit. The theory being, apparently, that it would be such a horrible financial disaster that no one in their right mind would seriously consider letting it happen.

Now many GOP forecasters from the Whether Channel say Sequester is not a big deal after all and that the storm won’t really harm us. The Whether Channel’s Bobby Jindal accused the administration of “political theater.” The Wall Street Journal says Sequester will actually be a good thing.

The White House, on the other hand, is claiming Sequester will leave a devastating wake, causing furloughs for thousands of federal employees, including air-traffic controllers, TSA agents, border patrol, and military personnel, and will cut vital funds allocated for education, unemployment benefits, Medicaid, Medicare, Social Security, environmental regulation, postal service, and health care.

Who’s right? Depends on who you want to believe. According to a Pew poll, 62 percent of Americans believe Sequester will have a negative impact. How much won’t be known immediately. The storm officially hits March 1st, but it will take awhile before the full extent of the damage is known, since each federal agency will independently determine what to cut and how to do it.

Secretary of Transportation Ray LaHood says mandatory days off for TSA agents and air-traffic controllers will mean log-jammed air travel. Homeland Security secretary Janet Napolitano says fewer border patrol agents will hamper the nation’s ability to control its borders. In response to massive cuts to the states for many programs, the nation’s governors this week asked Congress to come up with a more balanced and nuanced plan of action.

The Whether Channel’s John McCain called Sequester “dumb” and “devastating,” adding that it could cost his home state 49,000 jobs. But his wingman, Lindsey Graham, says “it will happen.” The White House calls Sequester “a blunt instrument” and a foolhardy way to deal with the deficit in a fragile economy.

I agree with all three of them.

Bruce VanWyngarden

brucev@memphisflyer.com

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Editorial Opinion

The Envelope, Please …

Before reading any further, please know that none of the conclusions which follow can be blamed on any of our quite illustrious film critics, who actually know what they’re talking about.

These are just some largely impressionistic thoughts about the recently concluded Academy Awards ceremony — which seemed to us to be pretty much a case of all-have-won-and-all-must-have prizes. What struck us is the extent to which political considerations, of both the realpolitik and the office-politics kind, influenced the outcome this year, as, in fact, they always do.

We are pleased to sign on to what seems to be almost everybody’s theory —as to why the Best Picture award went to Argo, a movie based on the actual rescue of six Americans from Ayatollah Khomeini’s minions when their U.S. embassy colleagues were seized and held hostage in 1979. In an uncannily apt metaphor for the power of movies and the role which fantasy plays in real life, Argo demonstrates how a make-believe film project proved to be the proper vehicle for smuggling the Americans out of Iran to safety. The movie may be somewhat more truthy than totally true, but it seems close enough to the heart of the event to have been a legitimate contender for the big prize. That’s one political reality. Another is that the film’s popularity probably owed something to the nation’s current tense relations with Iran over its nuclear ambitions.

And yet another is that Argo probably was destined to go over the top when the no doubt very deserving Ben Affleck, the film’s director, was unaccountably snubbed by the Academy’s nominating committee. Many of the votes that allowed Argo to out-distance the competition were probably meant as compensation for what was perceived as an injustice.

One of Argo‘s rivals was Zero Dark Thirty, directed by the quite estimable Kathryn Bigelow, whose gritty film The Hurt Locker, based on the activities of a bomb-disposal unit in Iraq, won an Oscar in 2008. Zero Dark Thirty, about the 10-year pursuit and ultimate killing of Osama bin Laden, may have been even grittier and more dramatic. But it probably lost some of its original following due to accusations that Bigelow had overplayed the role of torture (“enhanced interrogation”) in the pursuit of al Qaeda’s leader. And that seems to have been both politically and factually incorrect. Like Affleck, Bigelow failed to get a Best Director nomination, and the movie itself was deprived of any major awards. Lincoln, too, largely struck out, but there was no denying the power and the authenticity of Best Actor Daniel Day-Lewis’ portrayal of our greatest president. It struck home both politically and artistically.

As for the Academy Awards competition, if we have any major complaint, it has to do with the movie industry’s marketing practices, which result in too many premium movies being released at the end of a calendar year, during the holiday season, a fact that probably minimizes the public’s role in vetting the contenders. But in the end, we are all fans of this particular mirror held up to life, are we not? Truth may or may not be stranger than fiction. In the right hands, they are one and the same thing.

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Theater Theater Feature

A Steady Rain

There’s not much I hate more than driving in the city at night in a steady rain. It’s like being on bad drugs. The sky’s the same color as the blacktop. The illuminated signs and streetlights reflect against the wet pavement distorting depth perception, confusing up and down. Police cars speed past, blue lights popping off like flashbulbs, kicking up a spray of oil and water.

Keith Huff’s A Steady Rain is a perfectly named, tense, and powerfully disorienting play. Although it takes place in Chicago, the story could have been ripped from the headlines of any Memphis media outlet. It’s a dark yarn about a flawed but basically good cop with a drinking problem and a few other problems and his big-hearted but basically amoral buddy who’s creating his own perfect storm of bad decisions. The two police officers’ entanglement in petty street crime turns into a bloody revenger’s tragedy of Jacobean proportions. Was that The Wire? Or was it just last week?

For all of its currency,A Steady Rainis also a throwback entertainment in the spirit of countless backlot movie classics about real life on the mean streets and childhood friendships that endure even when buddies find themselves on opposite sides of right and wrong.

Like the sound of raindrops pattering against the roof, A Steady Rain has a kind of calming, hypnotic effect on audiences. It’s a show that absolutely requires actors who are also great storytellers, able to weave their words around all of the distant sirens and not-so-distant gunshots. Two overlapping monologues create the framework of a play that unfolds with the cinematic ease of narrative theater. John Maness and John Moore are the only two actors onstage and they only ever portray the two troubled cops at the heart of the drama. But audiences are introduced to a vast ecosystem of interesting characters getting by the best way they know how at the rough margins of law and order.

A Steady Rain is loosely based on the story of two cops who accidently released a man into the custody of serial killer and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer. But it’s not really about that. It’s about family, loyalty, and the same kind of demonic urge that ripples through D.H. Lawrence’s short story “The Rocking Horse Winner.” As is the case with Lawrence’s story about a twisted childhood defined by economic circumstances, the walls of Theatre Memphis’ Next Stage practically whisper “There must be more money.”

Joey (Maness) is the good cop. He’s not drinking and trying to be more racially sensitive. He’s not going to be passed over for detective again. Denny (Moore) is the bad cop, skimming evidence and shaking down the prostitutes he says he’s protecting. We’ve heard this story a thousand times before, but this time around it’s especially intimate. It’s like watching an autopsy of a relationship: detached but invasive, probing, and effortlessly gruesome.

In most cases, a person’s discovery that they carelessly helped a cannibal serial killer obtain his next meal would be a life-defining low point. But for Joey and Denny, who are so plagued by their own bad decisions and even worse luck, it’s just one more crappy thing on a long, depressing list of crappy things.

A Steady Rain deserves a longer run and time to find its audience. It would be great if the two Johns could somehow keep it in their gig bags. The play is directed by Jerry Chipman with a relentless and effective sound design by Eric Sefton, who, in this case, might as well take credit for scenic design as well.

At Theatre Memphis through March 3rd

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Last Night at the Hi-Tone

“You better call your wife/Call your bossman/Cause we ain’t never goin’ home,” the Oblivians’ Greg Cartwright sang late Saturday night at the Hi-Tone Café. “Call the police/Call the police/Cause we’re gonna get our drink on,” he yelped as a sold-out crowd shook and shimmied before him.

The Oblivians, a scene-starting garage-punk trio that also includes Jack “Oblivian” Yarber and Goner Records founder Eric Friedl, first broke up around the time the Hi-Tone Café opened, in 1998. In the decade and a half since, the now well-worn club had evolved into the city’s most prolific venue for emerging local bands and notable touring acts. But it was closing its doors just as the Oblivians — with a new album on the horizon — were getting back together.

This was the club’s final public show. (A lower-key, invitation-only drink-up-the-bar party happened the next day.) Opening the Oblivians’ show was another reunion, the Barbaras, a garage-pop band nearly a generation younger who had broken up before ever releasing an album. The Barbaras were a thrift-shop-glam carnival. Band-member Bennett Foster was in drag as a rainbow-colored, purse-clutching biddy, assessing the audience with practiced disdain but helplessly cracking an occasional smile. Stephen Pope, shirtless with purple glitter pants and rainbow suspenders, mostly abandoned the stage and spent time dancing on the bar. Balloons dropped, and the band worked through its instant-nostalgia single “Summertime Road.”

The Oblivians followed just after midnight with a casual, no-frills intensity, working through new songs, the aforementioned zydeco cover “Call the Police,” and, finally, ’90s staples such as “You Better Behave” and “Bad Man,” as Hi-Tone owner Jonathan Kiersky pumped his fist stage left, cheering them on from an elevated perch.

The crowd matched the bands: fortysomething regulars and returnees who might have been there when roots-rocker Dave Alvin got the club off the ground in 1998 all the way down to college kids for whom it’s been a recent discovery. All there to say goodbye to a room that’s helped launch local bands from Lucero to post-Barbaras spinoff the Magic Kids, hosted everyone from rock legends (Elvis Costello) to heavyweight touring bands (the Hold Steady), and served as a home to beloved local celebrations such as Gonerfest and Rock for Love.

Lost Sounds

Located at 1913 Poplar Avenue, just across from Overton Park, the 450-person-capacity club is in a building that once housed the dojo of Kang Rhee, Elvis Presley’s former karate instructor, who still owns the property. It was a recently closed coffee shop in October 1998 when Dave Lorrison — who gave the club its name — signed a lease and converted it into a music venue. Early on, the Hi-Tone was heavy with rootsier acts such as locals the Pawtuckets and notable national bookings such as Marshall Crenshaw and Iris Dement, while more punk- and alt-rock-oriented bands were more likely to play the Young Avenue Deli. In time, however, the Deli cut back on bookings and the Hi-Tone emerged as king of the Midtown live music scene.

Lorrison sold it in May 2002 to Dave Green and silent partner Bryan Powers, with Powers taking the reins solo for a couple of years before selling to Kiersky in December 2007.

When Kiersky announced the club’s closing in December, he cited the confluence of an expiring lease and problems with the building, the desire to book shows at other local venues, and the difficulty of operating a full-time music venue in the Memphis market, suggesting he would continue to book local shows under the “Hi-Tone Productions” title.

“The decision to close was primarily based on lease, location, and the fact that the room had kind of grown a little stale,” Kiersky says now.

The building’s unreliable cooling made it notoriously hot in the summer, which discouraged some touring bands.

“Heating/air was obviously a big, big issue,” Kiersky says. “With the lease [issues], I wasn’t really interested in spending more money on someone else’s building on a constant basis.”

“That building is pretty old and beat up,” says Chris Walker, who currently helps run audio/visual for the NBA’s Houston Rockets but who has operated Memphis clubs such as Barristers and Last Place on Earth and has booked shows at many other local venues, including the Hi-Tone. “I think the roof was giving [Kiersky] problems. It’s hard to have climate control in there.”

Like Lorrison before him, who ran the upscale Rumblefish restaurant out of part of the Hi-Tone space, Kiersky had tried to supplement the club’s music/bar revenue with a food component, something Walker thinks is crucial to long-term success.

“I don’t think you can have a club in Memphis without another source of income,” Walker says. “You can’t just depend on beer sales at rock shows. You have a pretty small opening to make your money. That’s a really small window to pay your bills.”

But the layout of the Hi-Tone always made this difficult.

“Food was successful to a degree, but, because of the room, it didn’t have a chance to really grow,” Kiersky says. “If there’s some metal band soundchecking at 7 p.m., you don’t want to sit through that while you’re having dinner.”

The size of the club and the difficulties of the Memphis market also complicated things.

“One of the issues with being right in the middle of the country is you’re going to get a million booking requests. On any given day, we’d get anywhere from five to 80. What that ends up meaning, if you’re going to be a 350-days-a-year rock venue, is putting a lot of stuff in your club that you’re not that interested in doing or maybe it doesn’t make financial sense to do a certain band on a Tuesday,” Kiersky says. “In Memphis, the seven-shows-a-week concept is really, really hard. There were very few weeks where we could have six good shows in a week and actually hit our numbers on all of them.”

Lorrison, who showed up Saturday night for a final walk-through of the club he started, said he was disappointed to see it closing, but he isn’t surprised.

“Most rock clubs have a life span anyway,” Lorrison says. “And it seems like 15 years is a pretty good run.”

Veteran local musician Steve Selvidge, who has played the Hi-Tone stage with innumerable acts, including the Hold Steady, the Brooklyn-based indie-rock band he joined a couple of years ago, is sanguine about the closing.

“I remember when the Antenna club closed,” Selvidge says, crediting Kiersky for the Hi-Tone’s growth into a similarly beloved entity. “What’s happening now, you’ll see a spillover into Poplar Lounge and other smaller venues. But I imagine someone will step up with another mid-sized venue. It’s unfortunate it’s closing, but it’s a hard business. But it’s not the end of the music scene.”

Lookin’ for a Thrill

As it turns out, that “someone” might still be Kiersky, who began casting about for a new permanent space soon after deciding to close the current one.

“There was a part of me that said I’m going to get through the shows I already had booked, take the summer off, and figure out if this is something I still want to do or even if I still want to be in the city,” Kiersky says. “The more I thought about it, the more I looked around at what was going on, and it seemed like there was going to be a huge gaping hole.”

Kiersky was approached by Chris Miner, co-founder of the nonprofit Crosstown Arts, about space available as part of a strip of storefronts on Cleveland that are being rehabbed as a component of the neighborhood’s ambitious redevelopment as an arts district. The Cleveland locale already houses a gallery and exhibition space for Miner’s organization. As of press time, Kiersky was close to signing a lease on two adjacent bays there.

If the deal goes through, Kiersky plans to knock out a wall separating the two bays to create one 4,500-square-foot space, with higher ceilings and much better HVAC.

“It will be about the same size as the [original] Hi-Tone, but, with the ability to remake the space, it’s going to allow for a larger capacity,” says Kiersky, estimating a 600-person capacity, which might allow for booking bands that had outgrown the Poplar location.

Kiersky is attracted to the idea of being able to design his own club.

“It just got to the point where the building itself was something I couldn’t deal with,” he says. “One of the exciting parts about this new space is we’ll have a blank chalkboard. We can do whatever we want.”

Along those lines, Kiersky envisions a slightly larger stage at the back of the club, rather than the Hi-Tone’s odd small stage in the front corner. He imagines a bar in the middle of the room to reduce congestion. He plans on a separate smoking lounge to reduce in-and-out traffic and give patrons a place to watch a Grizzlies game even while bands are playing.

What he doesn’t envision is a full-time kitchen — he says the new club would be called the Hi-Tone, sans “Café” — or booking bands every night. He sees the bar/lounge open every day, with the rest of the venue holding concerts four to five days a week. And he’s excited about the potential for integration with other tenants, especially the Crosstown Arts space, which has already booked no-alcohol/all-ages shows with a 125- to 150-person capacity.

“There are a lot of bands that I really enjoy that in Memphis on a Tuesday might draw 30 people. Doing it in a 600-person room makes it look really dead to the band and to us,” Kiersky says. “Having a smaller space that’s a two-second walk down and still having the lounge space will be great.”

Wandering Star

Kiersky cites May as the earliest he might open a new club. In the interim — and, he says, even after — the Hi-Tone Productions concept is still a go, with March shows already booked at Young Avenue Deli and the Buccaneer Lounge.

“The Buccaneer always functioned as a Hi-Tone junior, so taking a lot of stuff we used to do at the Hi-Tone to the Buccaneer is super-simple,” says Kiersky, who has shows booked at other venues. Most local bands won’t lack for options.

“I talked to [New Daisy owner] Mike Glenn, and he was down to do shows. And I love that venue. It’s kind of where I grew up,” says Kiersky.

But even with the prospect of moving shows the other venues, the impact of the Hi-Tone’s closing seems to be immediate. The Hi-Tone Productions calendar for March is slim in the context of what is usually one of the busiest months on the local concert calendar. (Kiersky will be spending a week at Austin’s South by Southwest Music Festival with his other local music enterprise, Ping Pong Booking, which he formed with two partners.) And Kiersky says he plans to keep bookings light in April, which is typically a slower month.

The immediate impact of the closing is likely to be felt more in terms of substantial national bookings that smaller shows and local shows, which have plenty of stages around town from which to choose. In the weeks surrounding the Hi-Tone’s farewell, there have been record-release and other speciality shows booked at venues such as the Poplar Lounge (Jason Freeman’s album-release party), the Cove (Jeff Hulett’s album-release), Otherlands Coffee Bar (touring folk act Samantha Crain, with locals the Memphis Dawls), Cooper-Young’s new Bar DKDC (Cartwright solo), Young Avenue Deli (a Dead Soldiers record-release show this week), and downtown’s Earnestine & Hazel’s (a Mark Edgar Stuart record-release show next week). Most local bands won’t lack for options.

The Poplar Lounge, in particular, has stepped up to fill part of the void.

“We are definitely being approached by musicians that would normally probably play the Hi-Tone,” says Rachel Hurley, who took over booking of the long-standing Midtown bar a couple of months ago. “The positive thing I see is that because of the market we’re in, some shows at the Hi-Tone that would have great audiences in other cities might draw only 50 people. That looks bad at the Hi-Tone, but 50 at the Poplar Lounge looks like a party.” Hurley estimates the club has about a 150-person capacity.

So far, the venue has featured local acts, but, Hurley says, “we’re doing a lot of out-of-town bands in March because of [bands traveling to and from] SXSW. I’m trying to keep weekends open for touring bands. I think that local acts can bring out a crowd that probably wouldn’t come out on a Tuesday or Wednesday for a touring band.”

As for anchor events such as Rock for Love and Gonerfest, both of which are still months away, Rock for Love organizer Hulett says his event will move to Young Avenue Deli, with nights booked already for September 6th and 7th. Goner co-owner Zac Ives says he and Friedl are still undecided on a Gonerfest location.

Too Much Love

“There’s no money in running a club,” Walker says. “The only reason to do it is because you want to see bands, but that’s a business that will really wear you out.”

This may be even more true in Memphis, which as a touring destination tends to underperform its market size and musical reputation.

“There are a lot of uphill battles with Memphis,” Kiersky admits. “What Memphians see as the Memphis music scene and what [touring] bands see and what agents see are three totally different things. Memphians tend to see Memphis music as something that isn’t going anywhere and something they can see on any night. Bands want to come here. They want to go to Graceland. They want to go to Stax. They want to go to Sun. They want to play the Hi-Tone. They want to be here. They want to eat barbecue. Agents hate Memphis. Agents and publicists hate it. It’s the hardest of the Top 50 media markets to sell tickets and CDs.”

“It’s definitely a secondary market,” Selvidge says. “It’s upsetting to me, but I have lots of friends in touring bands and that’s just the way it’s looked at. There’s something in the water here. Something unique. But that doesn’t make it a great touring city.”

Given that reality, it’s surprising to see Kiersky getting back in instead of getting out.

“I guess the first reason is that I love it,” he says. “I’ve always believed in Memphis as a music hub. If we could consistently get our shit together and quit pissing away money and ideas, we could be Portland. I’ve always thought we could be Portland.”

Kiersky graduated from White Station High School but spent most of his 20s moving around, living in cities such as Denver, Charleston, San Francisco, and New York. He swears by Memphis music, but worries about the city’s demographics.

“Places like San Francisco and Chicago and New York are getting a huge influx of people, whereas cities like Memphis are losing people,” Kiersky says. “And that’s a little bit of a scary trend when you’re looking at how you’re going to grow a city where the mayor has said one of your three pillars is going to be the music industry. But Memphis goes through ebbs and flows. It’s almost like every five years, you’re building a new scene.”

Everyone has their favorite Hi-Tone shows, and Kiersky, who’s presumably seen more of them over the past half-decade than anyone, is no exception. He remembers ’60s cult band ? & the Mysterians. (“I’ve never seen six dudes drink so much tequila.”) He remembers hosting surf-guitar legend Dick Dale’s 75th birthday party. (“The coolest thing I’ve ever done.”) He remembers alt-country duo Shovels & Rope’s Memphis debut. (“They were incredible, and there were 30 people there to see them. We stayed up til 5 a.m. drinking whiskey, and then they went to sleep in the parking lot.”) He remembers hosting outlaw country icon Billy Joe Shaver. (“I got to sit with Shaver for nine hours and hear stories. How many people in their lives get to do that?”)

Last Tuesday, after perhaps the club’s last big touring show, Rhett Miller, of the Texas alt-country band the Old 97’s, came up to Kiersky. “I know the club’s closing,” Miller said, “but you’re doing God’s work. Don’t stop doing it.”

It’s moments like these, Kiersky says, that “it becomes a little bit less of a job and a little bit more something you’ve created.”

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Film Features Film/TV

West of Memphis

It gets to the point where I’d give my life to know the [expletive] truth,” witness David Jacoby says tearfully near the end of West of Memphis, the fourth feature documentary on the 1993 murders of West Memphis children Stevie Branch, Christopher Byers, and Michael Moore, which led to the eventually not-quite-overturned conviction of Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin, and Jessie Misskelley Jr. Earlier, Branch’s mother, Pam Hobbs, sitting on a bed, looking at old family photos, breaks down. “I just want the truth. I want the answers,” she says.

Let these be the voices for the rest of us — those who believe that a miscarriage of justice was committed with the initial conviction of the so-called West Memphis 3 but who aren’t particularly interested in Eddie Vedder cameos or the human-interest details of Damien Echols’ death-row courtship with activist Lorri Davis.

After more than 400 minutes across the three previous Paradise Lost films, did we really need another 147 minutes on the subject from filmmaker Amy Berg (Deliver Us From Evil) and co-producers Peter Jackson and Fran Walsh? Maybe. Some of it anyway.

West of Memphis might have been leaner if it spent less time with celebrity advocates such as Vedder, Henry Rollins, and Natalie Maines and delved less into the relationship between Echols and Davis, who are both also co-producers.

There’s an audience for all that, of course. But the substance of the film is still the details of the initial conviction and the lingering mystery of what, to many, if not to the state of Arkansas, remains an unsolved case.

West of Memphis provides even more persuasive arguments — particularly in terms of Misskelley’s coached confession and mishandled forensic evidence — toward what most who’ve followed the case long ago concluded: that even aside from questions of innocence or guilt, the West Memphis 3 were victims of a wrongful conviction.

The case this film makes against Terry Hobbs, Branch’s stepfather, is in no way conclusive but is perhaps more compelling than the remaining case against Echols, Baldwin, and Misskelley and is certainly more suggestive than the reckless case Paradise Lost built toward Byers’ adoptive father, John Mark Byers. Based on what West of Memphis presents, which is more thorough than a similar thrust in the third Paradise Lost film, most viewers might want to see authorities take Hobbs more seriously as a suspect than they’ve appeared willing to.

But the waters are poisoned in this case when it comes to implicating anyone, with the seemingly false accusations toward first Echols, Baldwin, and Misskelley, and then Byers, coloring the recent emphasis on Hobbs. West of Memphis might seem convincing, but you carry the knowledge that, as a direct outgrowth of the West Memphis 3 movement and under the partial direction of both Davis and Echols, its consideration of the evidence can’t be fully dispassionate. Independent-minded viewers will be reluctant to abandon skepticism.

West of Memphis is, at least, something more than rehash. It features fresh interviews with many people involved in the case from all sides, including some key witnesses now recanting testimony and others whose testimony should have been more prominent from the beginning. And the original material is more sharply filmed and more artfully marshaled to the screen than in the Paradise Lost series.

But not all of this new stuff feels necessary. Material featuring Samantha Hobbs, the younger sister of Stevie Branch, is needlessly exploitative, particularly what purports to be on-camera glimpses of Hobbs’ sessions with a therapist.

With West of Memphis, we’re at more than nine hours of feature film on this case, with more to come in the form of Devil’s Knot, an adaptation of journalist Mara Leveritt’s book, which is set to be released later this year. But closure remains elusive.

West of Memphis

Opening Friday, March 1st

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Hooked on Pho

Pho, a brothy Vietnamese rice noodle and beef soup, is usually mispronounced “faux.” It’s more like “fuuh,” as if you were about to say a bad word and then realized you were in mixed company. However you pronounce it, this addictive bowl of steaming comfort food is grabbing the world by the bowls.

For lunch, when you can’t decide between soup, salad, and pasta, you can choose pho and get it all in the same bowl. A defining characteristic of the modern, global pho-nomenon is the fragrant and often whopping side salads served as a garnish. These salads usually consist of a pile of bean sprouts, topped with one or more varieties of basil, and typically cilantro, lime wedges, and sliced jalapenos. You might also find minced garlic, chopped scallions, and an obscure Southeast Asian herb called razor leaf.

Some purists from northern Vietnam, the birthplace of pho, consider the salad-in-your-soup thing something of a pho pas, since the practice was introduced when the dish migrated south. Another post-Hanoi improvement has been a growing body of condiments like hoisin sauce, spicy vinegar, chili sauce, chili powder, and fish sauce, all of which are served in a tabletop condiment caddy alongside soup and salad.

After pupating in Saigon for a spell, pho spread to nearby countries like Thailand. From there, it migrated with the Vietnamese diaspora, incorporating local ingredients wherever it landed — most notably, the jalapeno pepper in North America. Many American pho houses, aka Vietnamese restaurants, have also latched onto Western humor, with names like “Pho King” (proper pronunciation required for full comedic effect).

These restaurants generally have large menus featuring a bewildering array of dishes, some of which will be dead-ends. So unless you’re experienced, go straight for the pho — either classic beef, which can include tripe, tendon, meatballs, and slices of raw, tender steak that cook in your bowl at the table — or one of many similar soups that feature chicken, seafood, pork, duck, or vegetables.

Here’s a basic recipe for a traditional pho of beef flank (or some other tough cut). Those who want different meats or vegetarian options can modify accordingly. Daikon is often used to make vegetarian pho broth.

Parboil some beef bones for 10 minutes to release a shocking amount of scum and particles, then dump that water, rinse the bones in hot water, and put them back in the pot in 6 quarts of clean water. We’re going for a clear, subtle broth here. Venison bones make great broth, too. I like to oven-roast the bones before adding them to the pot, which adds a level of richness and reduces the need for scum removal.

Bring the water and bones to a simmer and turn the heat to the lowest setting. Add 8 star anise pods (either whole or in pieces), 1 tablespoon cardamom pods, a 3-inch cinnamon stick, 6 cloves, 4 tablespoons fish sauce, 1 tablespoon salt, a half-cup of sugar (optional, but typical), and 1 pound of tough red meat cut into 2-inch chunks. Ideally, isolate the cloves, anise, and cardamom in cheesecloth or a food-safe mesh bag so they can be easily removed — one inadvertently chewed anise pod can overpower an otherwise splendid, nuanced mouthful.

Next, slowly cook 2 medium yellow onions, sliced in half, and a 4-inch piece of ginger, sliced lengthwise, over a flame or in a dry pan, until charred, blistered, and fragrant. Add them to the stock.

When the meat is falling-apart tender — a matter of hours, depending on the cut of meat — remove the chunks with a slotted spoon, disturbing the broth as little as possible so it will remain clear (don’t ever stir it). Altogether, the stock should simmer for at least three hours, with fat being carefully skimmed as it simmers — or make the broth a day before serving and cool it in the fridge, which will cause the fat to solidify for easy removal.

Blanch some rice noodles for 20 seconds in boiling water. Rinse them in cold water to remove the starch, drain, and set aside. The noodles should be just a little soft, like an undercooked al dente. Assemble side salads on a plate and make sure your condiments are in place, including hoisin sauce, soy sauce, and a red chili sauce such as the ubiquitous Sriracha.

Place noodles in bowls, but not too many, as they will absorb broth; about a third of a bowl of noodles is good. Add a chopped scallion and some cubes of meat to each bowl, atop the noodles, along with a shake or grind of black pepper and a tablespoon of soy sauce. Ladle broth into the bowls and serve.

To eat, start by tearing off the herb leaves and adding them to your bowl, along with a handful of sprouts and as many jalapeno slices as you dare — piquant heat being an essential part of the soup’s warming effect, and you don’t need to actually eat the jalapeno for it to soak into the soup. Adjust the flavor to your liking with condiments.

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Condomonium

Rebecca Terrell, executive director for Choices Memphis Center for Reproductive Health, compares her organization’s new event to Project Runway:

“It’s a show where designers are given these challenges, right? Like maybe you have to buy all of your stuff at the dollar store. Or maybe everybody has to use a certain material. So everybody’s working with a similar set of constraints. And it’s those constraints that really get your wheels turning.” The “certain material”/”constraint,” in this instance? Condoms.

Choices’ first “Condomonium” will feature original wearable creations by 18 Memphis artists and designers, including jewelry by Kong Wee Pang and fashions by Mitch Baker of Theatre Memphis, Bruce Bui of Ballet Memphis, and local independent designer Dominic Wolfe, to name only a few.

“We had a little preview party for the sponsors last week, just to give the designers an early deadline and make sure everything got finished. I was just blown away,” Terrell says. “I was expecting something cool, but these were professionally constructed, beautiful garments. I was really astounded.”

Choices, originally known as the Memphis Center for Reproductive Health, has been active in the Memphis health-care community since the 1970s. Since rebranding two years ago, the organization has been looking for a signature event that will help to carry the organization’s message about positive reproductive health.

“We may have themes in the future, but this first year we just wanted to turn the designers loose and see what they would do,” Terrell says.

“Condomonium,” Saturday, March 2nd, 7-10 p.m., at Playhouse on the Square. Pay your age with a $50 maximum. memphischoices.org.