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Nineteenth Century Club

Far from being tedious or tiresome, the numerous meta-fictional conceits at play in co-writer/director Jerusha Hess’ romantic comedy Austenland are both funny and thoughtful. They play a crucial part in this intelligent, sympathetic, and satirical feature-film debut.

Keri Russell plays Jane, a thirtysomething woman whose lackluster love life can be traced to her infatuation with the works of 19th-century English novelist Jane Austen — and to her obsession with Colin Firth’s performance as Mr. Darcy in the 1995 BBC adaptation of Pride & Prejudice. In a gesture that’s more delusional than romantic, Jane shakes her life up by blowing her savings on a trip to the film’s titular theme park, an English country estate whose dotty proprietor (Jane Seymour) ensures Jane that “all of our guests will experience romance with one of our actors.”

Once she settles in at Austenland, Jane serves as the sensible eye of a storm of loonies, including the aforementioned actors and a pair of richer fellow tourists. The crisscrossing eccentricities of the supporting cast spark some of the year’s most original laughs. The effete “Colonel Andrews” (James Callis), who cribs his romantic patter from the Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive,” spends much of the film grimacing his way through an awkwardly arranged courtship with Miss Elizabeth Charming (Jennifer Coolidge). As expected, Miss Charming, a breathy-voiced airhead who looks like a ’50s pinup girl gone to seed, gets plenty of obvious chuckles. But she reserves her best stuff for the film’s second half, as when she interrupts a handsome seaman’s tall tale by crying out, “Did you DIE?”

Unfortunately, Jane doesn’t share Miss Charming’s moneyed amenities; because she bought the cheaper “copper” vacation package, she has to stay in the estate’s basement. Nevertheless, she still gets involved in a couple of romantic entanglements. Will she choose handsome, self-effacing stable boy Martin (Bret McKenzie) or dismissive, aloof Mr. Nobley (JJ Feild)? Perhaps the better question to ask is, “Is not general incivility the very essence of love?”

Anachronisms and modern intrusions complicate both the film and the potential romances. Jane’s attempts to engage the actors in Restoration English banter stumble once she discovers that Martin the stable boy sings along in his barn to easy-listening hits from the 1980s. And the longer she stays at Austenland, the more she has to revise and scrutinize not just her love for Austen but her faith in romantic-comedy clichés. In the film’s freshest mash-up, Jane swipes some fancier dresses from another guest, takes charge of her own story, and wows everyone during a slow-motion montage set to “Bette Davis Eyes.”

An even greater tension in Austenland comes from how far the actors and the guests will take their roles. Jane enjoys herself, but she comes dangerously close to ignoring novelist Edith Wharton’s observation that “the actors know that real life is on the other side of the footlights.”

The denouement here is highly satisfying. But do stick around for the closing credits, which feature the definitive version of Nelly’s “Hot in Herre.”

Austenland

Opens Friday, September 13th

Ridgeway Cinema Grill

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

300 Jars

Sharon and Eric Graham decided to use a newfangled approach to launch a business of a more traditional sort. They used Kickstarter to fund their pickle-making business, Old Apple Hill Brine.

“We set the goal at $2,400. It seemed like a lot to ask for, but it skyrocketed. It was amazing how many people were interested in it,” Eric Graham says.

Graham tapped into a like-minded crowd of pickle lovers, raising over $15,000.

“I grew up seeing pickle-making, so I’ve always been fascinated with the process of pickles,” says Graham, a L’Ecole Culinaire graduate.

Because the Kickstarter campaign was successful, the Grahams had a lot of pickles to make to fufill the rewards of the backers — something they are still working on.

The biggest challenge, however, came from the federal government. More than six months after reaching their Kickstarter goal, the Grahams are working through FDA paperwork and requirements.

“I had to become a certified master briner with the FDA. There are a lot of forms to fill out, then you have to send pickle samples to the FDA. They examine your pickles, approve your label, and more,” Graham says.

Things are moving forward, though there is still a lot left in the hands of the FDA.

“It took months to get through the process. We have 15 flavors, and we’re still waiting on 10 flavors to be approved,” Graham says.

The most popular flavor, and Graham’s favorite, is Memphis Barbecue. Graham created a special spice blend and smokes the brine to impart a barbecue flavor. His creativity doesn’t stop there either. Other flavors include Whiskey-Sour, Curry-Curry, New York Deli, HoneyHot, Italian Balsamic-Rosemary, the Tennessee Sorghum Pickle, and more.

Currently, Old Apple Hill Brine can be found at the Memphis Botanic Garden farmers market, the Cooper-Young Community Farmers Market, and Miss Cordelia’s. The Grahams also have plans to expand into other grocery stores soon.

Old Apple Hill Brine pickles come in slices or spears at $10 for a 25.5-ounce jar.

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Another pair is making pickles locally as well. Longtime friends Nora Boone and Steve Douglass started Fat Beagle Preserves and Pickles in 2011 and began selling their product through the Fat Beagle Facebook page in 2012.

“It was truly by accident. Steve and I are huge supporters of all the farmers markets. At the beginning, you would see the farmers there with produce left at the end of the day, and we said, ‘We need to buy this so they’ll come back,'” Boone says.

Supporting the markets had unintended consequences: an abundance of cucumbers.

“There are only so many cucumber salads you can eat, so we ended up pickling them. What started with just an idea to mess around with pickles and put up a few jars turned into 300 jars,” Boone says.

Boone is Thai, and that heritage is seen in some of Fat Beagle’s pickles. Both “The Angry Beagle” and “The Sweet Beagle” use Thai bird peppers, for instance.

“‘The Sweet Beagle’ is our Fat Beagle take on the traditional bread-and-butter/sweet pickle. It’s not a crazy sweet dessert pickle. It’s more of a spicy sweetish pickle,” Boone says.

As for the name Fat Beagle, Boone explains:

“We both live in Central Gardens, and we were taking a walk one day. And there’s a big fat beagle taking a walk with its owner. Although he’s a lawyer, Steve has always wanted to be a musician. He can’t play anything, and that gets in the way. He said, ‘You know, if I had a band, I would call it Fat Beagle.’ That was over four years ago. I said we’ve got to use that name somewhere, and when all this came about, I said, why not?”

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Theater Theater Feature

Hit Parade

Set in Chicago, Proof aims to measure the distance between genius and insanity while telling the story of Catherine (Jillian Barron), the daughter of a brilliant, recently deceased mathematician, who must prove that an important mathematical breakthrough originated with her, not with her mentally-ill father.

The relationships in Proof are emotionally raw and excruciatingly real. Before she says a word, you can read the fatigue and depression in Barron’s posture. As Claire, her parachute sibling whose support over the years has been primarily financial, Taylor Wood drops in from New York like the last great superpower, well-intentioned and willing to do whatever it takes to fix problems that may or may not exist, in a landscape she barely understands.

Stephen Garrett’s comic sensibilities serve him well as a younger mathematician attempting to begin a relationship with Catherine, while sifting through her father’s papers. He charms through the smarm enduring this Kate’s onslaughts like a modern-day Petruchio.

I’ve seen Sam Weakley do more detailed character work in shows like August: Osage County. But he’s never been any more effective than he is as the too-real memory of a loving parent, broken by forces beyond his control.

Through September 22nd

Red, at Circuit Playhouse, begins with a dimming of the lights. Blackness swallows color in a way that the Mark Rothko of playwright John Logan’s imagination says he fears like he fears death. But the colors return, more vibrant than ever when the light comes up on Tony Isbell giving what may be the strongest performance of his acting career. There he is, front stage center: Rothko, the opinionated, self-infatuated abstract expressionist painter whose work and ideas will be celebrated and challenged over the course of one vigorous act.

“What do you see?” he asks at length, and so it begins.

Red, a study in conflict, contrast, and irony, opens a window onto Rothko’s world after the artist has been offered $35,000 — a vast sum for the mid-1950s — to create a series of murals for the Four Seasons, a high-end New York restaurant. Now the uncompromising artist who criticized Picasso’s “ugly pots” is forced to confront the commodification of his own work.

This slight biographical sketch, which, structurally speaking, owes a lot to commercial musicals like Always Patsy Cline, leaves us with the impression that we’ve experienced something rich, real, and rewarding. It’s pop art for playgoers: the great Rothko condemned to live forever inside a commodified hell.

Christopher Joel Onken delivers a nice, understated performance as Ken, the younger artist hired to make coffee and prime Rothko’s canvases. And Isbell’s performance as one of the 20th century’s most influential artists is not to be missed.

Through September 15th

The grandest thing about Playhouse on the Square’s triumphant production of Les Misérables is its relative modesty. Mark Guirguis’ scenic design is too useful and sturdy to inspire much awe. Sets are subtle and constructed with actors top-of-mind, not the theater tourists. Instead of investing in technological marvels, director Gary John La Rosa has doubled down on the power of good singing, unfussy acting, and clear storytelling. The big payoff is an evening of genuine intimacy from a show that usually overwhelms.

Performances by leads and chorus members alike are first-rate and fully packed. Jordan Nichols wears the role of Marius like a comfortable suit. Regional favorites Ken Zimmerman and Courtney Oliver are deliciously seedy as Thenardier and his Madame. Claire Hayner is uncommonly vulnerable as Fantine, and Michael Detroit gives a strong, no-nonsense performance as Javert, who stalks Jean Valjean across decades. This is Valjean’s show, of course, and with his powerful build and angel’s voice, Philip Andrew Himebook makes that perfectly clear every time he walks on stage.

Playhouse’s Les Misérables isn’t just populated with great voices. These are voices — human and orchestral — that sound fantastic together.

Through September 15th

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Music Music Features

Motel Mirrors at the Cooper-Young Festival

The Cooper-Young neighborhood was the canary in the coal mine of a Midtown cultural revival now raging at the other end of Cooper, on Overton Square, and Cooper-Young’s annual neighborhood street festival — taking place on Saturday, September 14th — might be the city’s biggest and best.

In addition to all of the vendors and activities, the festival will feature local music on three stages from late morning to early evening. The main-stage headliner will be the Motel Mirrors, a new country duet project that pairs two of the city’s most popular established roots performers — classic songcraft savant John Paul Keith and versatile upright-bass-thumping singer Amy LaVere. The Motel Mirrors released a fine, eponymous, seven-song debut EP in late August.

Among the artists joining the Motel Mirrors on the Cooper-Young main stage are the Dead Soldiers, an increasingly polished folk/country-rock band that’s building a considerable live reputation around town, the reggae band Chinese Connection Dub Embassy, and Merry Mobile, the latest project from talented multi-instrumentalist Paul Taylor. The Cooper-Young Festival will also feature a “School of Rock” stage showcasing young students from the local music school and a secondary stage jointly sponsored by the Memphis Grizzlies and the Cooper-Young-based Goner Records label and shop. Memphis’ Ex-Cult and garage-rock heavyweight Jack Oblivian will be on the Griz/Goner stage. For a full schedule and info, see cooperyoungfestival.com.

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Music Music Features

Myla Smith Goes to Nashville

Local singer-songwriter Myla Smith has released a handful of albums and EPs over the past half-decade but takes a step forward this week with Hiding Places, which has already been featured in Billboard magazine’s “Bubbling Under” column.

“I definitely think it’s the best thing I’ve put out, which is what you hope for,” Smith says. “I thought the songs really came together on this record, and I had a lot of help from the producer, who I’d never worked with before.”

Encouraged by her musician husband to “go big” on her next album, Smith had cold-called — or emailed, to be specific — Nashville-based producer Brad Jones, best known for his work with artists such as Josh Rouse, Over the Rhine, and Hayes Carll.

“It was a complete shot in the dark,” says Smith, who was hopeful Jones would be interested but wasn’t expecting a response. Instead, Jones requested demos of songs for the new project. Energized by the response, Smith went into overdrive writing more new material.

“He had a knack for bringing a lot out of me,” Smith says of working with Jones. “I tend to be a perfectionist, but that’s not always what connects the best with people.”

Aiding this more personal songwriting and more rough-around-the-edges sound was a studio band featuring a couple of former Memphians in Ross Rice and Will Kimbrough, the former brought in at Smith’s request. The album was recorded in May at Jones’ Nashville studio.

Smith, who was raised in Shake Rag, a small community north of Millington, and graduated from the University of Memphis a few years back, got her start singing in the church choir but became serious about pursuing her music when she started writing songs in high school.

“I wanted to see if I could do it,” she says.

A strong singer with a light touch, Smith’s music moves comfortably between pop, folk, and country.

“All those lines are blurring. I’m fine with being in whatever genre people want to put me in,” says Smith, who thinks of herself as “folk-pop” and says the folk side is probably what she loves most.

“People in Nashville say I’m more Americana or folk than country,” Smith says. “I think that’s about lyrical distinctions. Country music is more direct. There’s not as much metaphor. And I like folk music mostly because I love those melodies. But I also love variety, so I can’t help but write different kinds of songs.”

On Hiding Places, the rootsier material — such as “Love in Black and White” or the more country-ish title song — stand out, but so does the pure pop of the lead single, “Can’t Say No,” which comes with an ebullient video shot by the local New School Media crew at a local Jack Pirtle’s restaurant.

Smith will celebrate the release of Hiding Places with a show at Minglewood Hall’s 1884 Lounge on Friday, September 13th, with Misti Rae opening. Showtime is 8 p.m. Admission is $5, or $10 with a copy of the album.

Memphis Music Hall’s New Inductees

The Memphis Music Hall of Fame has announced its second class of inductees. The 13 inductees this year are: Johnny Cash, Stax soul artists The Bar-Kays and Carla Thomas and songwriter David Porter, gospel pioneers The Blackwood Brothers and Rev. W. Herbert Brewster, Sun Records descendants Knox Phillips and Roland Janes, seminal early blues act The Memphis Jug Band, electric blues legend Albert King, jazz pianist Phineas Newborn Jr., folk singer and radio producer Sid Selvidge, and pop/jazz singer Kay Starr.

This second group of inductees was selected by a committee of music journalists and industry professionals under the direction of Memphis Rock ‘n’ Soul Museum executive director John Doyle. “If we lived in another city, we’d be done already,” Doyle said of the controversial selection process. “But here we’ll still be inducting Grammy winners a decade from now.”

This class of inductees will be celebrated at the Gibson Showcase Lounge on November 7th. For more on the new inductees, see memphisflyer.com/blogs/singallkinds.

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Music Music Features

True Stories

“Hell, I warned you/I said, boy, leave me alone and now I’m asking/Where do you want it?”

— “Where Do You Want It” by Dale Watson

“I’m a wacko from Waco, ain’t no doubt about it/Shot a man there in the head but can’t talk too much about it.”

— “Wacko from Waco” by Billy Joe Shaver

Writing songs has always come naturally for outlaw-country poet and singer Billy Joe Shaver. The hell-raising author of honky-tonk standards such as “I’m Just an Old Chunk of Coal” and “Georgia on a Fast Train” says that he’s never once experienced the phenomenon known as writer’s block.

“I just write about myself and the things I’ve done,” Shaver says. “So there’s no end to the stuff I can write about.”

That’s no overstatement. Shaver’s biography is a story that covers everything from losing fingers to cotton picking to gunfights, addiction, suicide attempts, and, ultimately, divine intervention. It reads like a tall tale or the kind of screenplay the Coen brothers might write should they ever turn their attention to the rich musical culture of the Lone Star state. Shaver is a writer’s writer whose songs have been recorded by such notable songsmiths as Kris Kristofferson, Willie Nelson, and Waylon Jennings, to name but a few of Shaver’s famous admirers. He’s also been written about a time or two, showing up as a character in songs by Bob Dylan and by Shaver’s fellow Texan, Dale Watson.

Watson, who is currently busy trying to rebrand traditional honky-tonk music as “Ameripolitan” in order to distinguish it from Nashville country, says he’s especially moved by Shaver’s phrasing and the attention his old friend devotes to the little details that make a song come alive.

“I believe Billy really is the hillbilly Shakespeare — or the cowboy Shakespeare — and I believe he probably writes songs in his sleep,” says Watson, whose own songs often have a Shaver-esque quality. “And I’ll tell you what else,” he adds, demonstrating a natural proclivity for legend making. “If a woman ever wanted to make some real money, she’d sleep with Billy Joe Shaver and write down everything he says in his sleep.”

Shaver and Watson are both coming to Memphis this month, playing back-to-back shows at the Hi-Tone and Blues City Café on September 18th and 19th, respectively. This convergence seemed as good an excuse as any to get two old friends talking about a pair of songs that they wrote about the same 2007 shooting that occurred at a joint called Papa Joe’s.

Watson’s song “Where Do You Want It” is a lighthearted interpretation of the event as described by the Texas media. Shaver’s “Wacko from Waco” is a slightly unhinged, boots-on-the-ground accounting from the triggerman himself. Both songs are written in the hard-corn dance-floor style popularized by Waylon Jennings in the ’70s, back when Jennings was recording whole albums of Shaver material.

The story as we know it: On April 2, 2007, the police in Lorena, Texas, issued an arrest warrant for Shaver, who had gotten into an altercation with bar patron Billy Bryant Coker. Shaver subsequently shot Coker in the face with a handgun.

“This was big news in Texas,” Watson says. “It was in the newspapers and on TV for two or three days.”

Watson got the idea for “Where Do You Want It” while he was playing a regular happy-hour gig at a place called Ginny’s Longhorn Saloon, where, in addition to all the picking and grinning, he serves as the master of ceremonies for Chicken Shit Bingo, a game that involves a live chicken, some feed, and an enormous poop-stained bingo card.

“This DJ friend of mine said, ‘You know, you should write a song about Billy,'” Watson explains. The title came immediately, inspired by a quote ascribed to Shaver by witnesses who claimed to have heard Shaver giving Coker an option to choose where he wanted to take the bullet.

“I started writing it onstage right there, and I thought, hey, this sounds pretty good,” Watson says. But before proceeding any further with the song, he decided to call and ask for his friend’s permission to continue.

“I told him I didn’t say that,” Shaver insists, laughing over Watson’s timing. “You call me up before I’ve even turned myself in, and you’ve already written a song?”

“The prosecution used that line against me all the way,” says Shaver, who claimed self-defense and was eventually acquitted. “I wrote ‘Wacko from Waco’ to set the record straight.”

Even though Shaver knew the line attributed to him was going to make his case more difficult, he also knows that a writer has to sing his song. He gave Watson permission to perform the song but with one condition. “Tell them I never said that,” Shaver requested. And to this day, in spite of the acquittal, Watson honors his friend’s wish in the form of a comic monologue that never seems to come out exactly the same way twice.

In addition to nonstop touring, Watson is hard at work planning the first Ameripolitan awards showcase, which is scheduled for February 2014, with performances by acts like the Derailers and Big Sandy & His Fly-Rite Boys. Shaver is finishing an album and on the verge of releasing a new single titled “It’s Hard To Be an Outlaw That Isn’t Wanted Anymore.”

Billy Joe Shaver

The Hi-Tone

Wednesday, September 18th

Dale Watson

Blues City Café

Thursday, September 19th

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Gross Out

Man … what a piece of work is man. What a stinky, crusty, slimy, oozy, scaly, downright icky, and absolutely amazing piece of work. This is the takeaway lesson from “Grossology: The (Impolite) Science of the Human Body,” a touring exhibit based on the best-selling book Grossology, featuring sophisticated animatronics and numerous opportunities to experience the science behind snot, poop, pee, burps, farts, and various body odors.

Carrie Roberts, directer of public relations for the Children’s Museum of Memphis, doesn’t hesitate when asked to describe the grossest part of “Grossology.” “We have something called a ‘smelling station,'” she says. “You can open a box and smell different body odors. And you can learn what is happening in your nose, too — how snot works and how boogers form.

“Also, we have something called a ‘vomit station,'” Roberts adds.

The big question, of course, is what kind of contingency plan CMOM has for sympathetic vomiters who upchuck at the sight or smell of upchuck.

“Hopefully, that won’t happen,” Roberts says.

”Grossology: The (Impolite) Science of the Human Body,” at the Children’s Museum of Memphis, September 14th-January 5th. The exhibit is included with regular admission. CMOM.com

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Sounds Like Gaelic To Me

The first thing you’ll need to learn before signing up for Cumann Gaelach Tír Chikasha’s 10-week course in Gaelic is what the heck all those strange-looking words mean.

“Cumann is club, and Gaelach means Gaelic. Tír is land or country, and Chikasha is Chickasaw,” says Chris King, chairman of Cumann Gaelach Tír Chikasha (or Irish Club of the Chickasaw Region).

The club, which promotes the Irish language through classes, entertainment, and social events, will begin its weekly classes on Saturday, September 14th, in Germantown. The course ends on November 16th.

By then, King says, you will have learned to carry on a basic level of conversation in Gaelic.

“You’ll learn things like telling time, counting, giving commands, some idiomatic things that the language does, and how words change in the presence of one another,” King says.

It’s the first time Cumann Gaelach Tír Chikasha has offered a full course in Gaelic, although they have offered informal classes from time to time. King says the club plans to hold two more multi-week courses in more advanced Gaelic once students graduate from this session. They also plan to hold some Irish movie nights for students enrolled in the course.

A little more than 100,000 people in the Memphis metro area claim Irish roots, and another 22,000 or so say they’re of Scots-Irish lineage, according to Cumann Gaelach Tír Chikasha.

Cumann Gaelach Tír Chikasha’s Gaelic Course, September 14th-November 16th. $150. Call 230-1336 or

Email MidSouthIrish@gmail.com for location information and registration.

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Living in America

Alyson Krueger tells the compelling story of an undocumented Chilean immigrant family and their son, Sergio, whose life was saved at St. Jude.

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Letter From the Editor: Gibran vs. Brautigan

My wife and I went to an estate sale last weekend. We didn’t have to go far. It was held in the enormous old stone house across the street from our place, so we each wandered over a couple times on Saturday, and again on Sunday when all the stuff got marked down.

I’m not a big fan of estate sales. Too many dishes, too much weary furniture. I didn’t find much I liked, though I did buy the collected works of Richard Brautigan for a dollar. My wife bought a nice linen tablecloth and a small leather-bound edition of The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.

I hadn’t read any Brautigan in decades. I’d forgotten how quirky and singular his phrasing was. On a childhood memory: “I just kept getting smaller and smaller beside the pond, more and more unnoticed in the darkening summer grass until I disappeared into the 32 years that have passed since then.”

Or this: “One day time will die and love will bury it.”

Or, absurdly: “I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word ‘mayonnaise.’”

Reading this stuff took me back to my twenties, when I lived in San Francisco.

Not being an old hippie like me, my wife had not read The Prophet. She was charmed, and began reading passages to me: “The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.”

And this: “You often say; I would give, but only to the deserving.

The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.

Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and nights is worthy of all else from you.

And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. …”

I fired back with a little Brautigan. “He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.”

Gibran: “The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

Brautigan: “Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this.”

It was like dueling literary banjos. Gibran’s relentless sincerity and spiritual wisdom versus Brautigan’s ninja cynicism and stoned ennui. No winners. No chicken dinners. Just a little food for thought before bed.

So, despite the bozos who blocked our driveway every 20 minutes for two days, I think the estate sale was a good thing. My wife and I both found something of value, something to share.

And I’ve always wanted to write a column that ended with the word “mayonnaise.”