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King Buzzo Solo at the Hi-Tone

Melvins founder Buzz Obsorne announced a set of solo acoustic appearances, including March 17th at the Hi-Tone. That’s right, acoustic.

The founder of arguably the heaviest metal band ever strikes out on his own. This can only be interesting. I looked around and didn’t find any footage of him performing acoustic. 

On March 2nd, he will release a 10″ record called This Machine Kills Artists on Amphetamine Reptile Records.

Interesting timing.

See below for the event link and a full-album cut of the Melvins’ Stoner Witch.

King Buzzo Solo at the Hi-Tone

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News

Beer, Wine, and the TN Legislature

Toby Sells reports on proposed beer and wine legislation being considered in Nashville.

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Intermission Impossible Theater

Playhouse on the Square Announces 2014-15 Season

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Playhouse on the Square

Mary Poppins: Aug. 15-Sept. 7
The musical adaptation of Disney’s film about a magical nanny, her youthful charges, and the relatively low cost of bird feed isn’t practically perfect in every way. But when the chimney sweeps are dancing on the rooftops of London it gets close.


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One Man, Two Guvnors: Sept. 26-Oct. 12

You might know the often told, often adapted story Servant of Two Masters? This English adaptation finds a new Arlecchino confronting the same old hilarious problems.

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Peter Pan: Nov. 21-Jan. 4

A little boy who won’t grow up kidnaps several British children and puts them in harm’s way. A holiday tradition, back by popular demand.

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Richard O’Brien’s The Rocky Horror Show: Jan. 23-Feb. 15, 2015

A sweet transvestite builds a muscle man. Alien’s revolt. A modern fairy tale with a rock-and-roll heart.

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The Seagull in repertory with Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike: March 12-29, 2015

A Chekhov classic shares time with Christopher Durang’s modern Chekhovian farce.

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Kiss Me, Kate: May 8-31, 2015
Expect “Brush Up on Your Shakespeare” headlines when this vintage musical arrives. It’s Taming of the Shrew with show tunes.

American Idiot or The Gospel at Colonus pending availability: June 19-July 12, 2015
It’s heard to not have mixed emotions about this one. We either get the refreshing Green Day musical or the gospel inspired version of Sophocles’ Oedipus at Colonus, a Pulitzer Prize finalist created by avant garde director/playwright Lee Breuer of Mabou Mines. Win or lose this is a win. I almost hope for Gospel at Colonus. The original cast The Blind Boys of Alabama in leading roles, and I’d love to see how Memphis’ music community might be called into action.

Circuit Playhouse

The Best of Enemies: Aug. 22-Sept. 14
A Civil Rights activist and a Klansman become allies. A true story.

The Fantasticks: Oct. 3-26
The musical that keep on musicaling musicals on.

Sanders Family Christmas: Nov. 28-Dec. 28
Mountain gospel and banjo picking.

Bad Jews: Jan. 16-Feb. 8, 2015
A dark family comedy about a death, an heirloom, and who deserves to get it.

Assassins: Feb. 27-March 22, 2015
Now and then the country goes a little wrong. Or so the song goes. Everybody who ever tried to kill a President is assembled in Stephen Sondheim’s edgiest musical.

Tribes: April 10-May 3, 2015
A play about hearing and how we hear. It doesn’t sound very exciting when you put it that way, but Tribes has been exciting audiences and critics on both sides of the Atlantic.

Seminar: May 29-June 21, 2015
A spotty comedy about serious, sometimes seriously pretentious readers and writers.

New works at Theatreworks

Playhouse on the Square is getting serious about developing new works. It’s a good thing

We Live Here: Jan. 2-25, 2015

Mountain View: July 10-Aug. 2, 2015

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Tony Vanderwarker: Master Class

“I was sitting at lunch with John one day, and he asked how my writing was going,” Tony Vanderwarker said. “I didn’t want to tell him that I was on my seventh unpublished novel, so I just said it’s been a little bit of an uphill. He said he’d be glad to mentor me, write a thriller with me.”

Sleeping Dogs (AuthorsPress Publishing) is the name of that thriller. Vanderwarker’s the author. And the friend who helped him with it is John Grisham. What’s it like to have John Grisham as mentor?

Find out, because in addition to Sleeping Dogs, Vanderwarker has written Writing with the Master (Skyhorse Publishing), and let the subtitle say it all: “How One of the World’s Bestselling Authors Fixed My Book and Changed My Life.”

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Writing with the Master could change yours, if you have a thriller in mind or on hand and it’s been a little bit of an uphill. Writing with the Master could save you a ton of wasted effort and give you a fighting chance in the already crowded market for thrillers featuring terrorists on U.S. soil, which is what Sleeping Dogs is about.

What you’ll learn first from Writing with the Master is the first thing you’ll need: time. Time to whip your manuscript into shape and according to some hard and fast rules of the thriller genre. It took Vanderwarker what he’d thought to be a few months’ worth of work more than two — years. And while you’re at it, that thin skin of yours: thicken it.

As Vanderwarker writes in Writing with the Master — this after months spent outlining the plot of Sleeping Dogs and more time seeing to the manuscript that Grisham had editorially carpet-bombed with underlinings, check marks, question marks, and that rarest of marginal remarks,”Good Stuff”:

“When you get to age sixty, you’d think you would have developed a grounded and rock-solid psyche tempered and toughened by life’s rough and tumble. Instead it takes me two days and not a few glasses of wine to get to the point that whenever I pick up John’s notes I no longer feel the psychological equivalent of dry heaves.

“Paralysis and self-pity are my appetizer and main course with sides of bewilderment and humiliation.”

Grisham’s typed-up, lengthy notes to Vanderwarker are a wonder — the wonder being the time and care Grisham took raising such basic but necessary points. Obvious stuff, like getting, at one point in an early version of Sleeping Dogs, the story’s day of the week right. Major stuff, like Grisham’s number-one observation after reading the first 200 pages of Vanderwarker’s first draft:

“This reads like a hurriedly thrown together effort with no time spent reading and re-reading what was written.”

I recommend reading Tony Vanderwarker’s two books this way:

Start with Sleeping Dogs — a good, solid action/thriller featuring a brainy Iranian student (and excellent swimmer) at Rutgers; 11 lost but “live” nuclear bombs left over from the Cold War and dropped accidentally in the U.S.; a onetime star kicker for the University of Virginia football team and retired military weapons specialist named Howard Collyer; a doped-up B-52 Air Force pilot housed in a VA hospital in Pittsburgh; a VA nurse who sets that pilot free by kidnapping him; a group of top-secret Pentagon conspirators up to no good; a former CIA spook; an al-Qaeda sleeper cell; and the fate of the entire Eastern Seaboard.

Then read Writing with the Master. You’ll be familiar with Sleeping Dogs the finished product. You’ll be plenty impressed by what it took for Vanderwarker to see the book to publishable completion. If you have the chance — I did — between Dogs and Master, talk to Vanderwarker. He lives outside Charlottesville, Virginia, where he retired after heading his own 200-person ad agency in Chicago. Except Vanderwarker wasn’t in Chicago when we spoke. He was in Boston. Here’s what Vanderwarker had to say by phone.

Sorry, haven’t got a review copy yet of “Writing with the Master.” Mind filling me in? First, on how you know John Grisham.
Tony Vanderwarker:
John and I got to know each other in 2000. We both moved to Albemarle County in Virginia about the same time. I wanted to write novels — I’d been in the advertising business; I sold my business — and he wanted to get away from Mississippi. Our kids ended up going to the same school, our sons were on the same football team. John and I traveled together with the team. We had a strong relationship.

Then, in 2005, John and I started work on Sleeping Dogs, and we worked until 2008. He took me through his whole outlining process.

John’s an outlining maniac! He wrote A Time To Kill by the seat of his pants … took him three years, and he said to himself, “If I’m gonna write another book, I’ve gotta find another way.” So he started this outline “mechanism,” and he wrote The Firm according to his outline and it enabled him to get a plot. As he explained to me, the problem isn’t the beginning and ending of a novel. It’s the middle, which you have to depend on to hold the book up. The outline helps an author be certain that he’s got the material to go for 350 pages.

John was really helpful keeping me on track, not wandering off into subplots, making sure I didn’t spill the beans too early, all kinds of nitty-gritty things that you’ve gotta have under control if you’re going to write a good thriller.

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How often did you and Grisham meet to go over the manuscript?
I’d say once every six weeks. There was a long period of time when I crafted the first draft, and he absolutely savaged it. He took me apart, and he’d only read half of it!

What was his biggest complaint?
Details. Plot deviations really caused me huge problems. I had this VA hospital patient, the pilot, who lost one of these nuclear bombs … I had the pilot not being able to remember where the bomb was, but everybody else in the book seemed to know where it was! John said, “You’ve got a big problem here.”

After he got finished with the manuscript, it looked like a flock of chickens with inked feet scampering all over it. I mean, he “got” me on Sigma Nu: It’s not a sorority, as I’d written. It’s a fraternity! Stuff that when you have them in a novel … it just stops the reader in his or her tracks. You know, the reader goes, “WHAT?!”

Knowing John Grisham was going to be critiquing what you wrote, did that freeze you up? Or was it kind of liberating?
It was liberating in a sense but also really demanding, because John wasn’t pulling any punches. He was brutal all the way through. He even admitted it to me after he read Writing with the Master.

So, I’d say the writing and revising were arduous. I was going through his plot-development process for the first time and feeling like the driver of a bus who’s taking direction from the passengers … not knowing where I’m going. John telling me where to go. And frankly, I was in the dark a lot of the time.

What happened: After two years, John said he’d lost his perspective. He’d said everything he could say about the book. Why not try submitting it? So I submitted it … into a market where publishers were sick of terrorist thrillers. I didn’t find any takers.

I set Sleeping Dogs aside and got this idea of writing Writing with the Master, and in writing that book, I internalized and took to heart a lot of the points that John had been making and that I hadn’t followed. I was able to improve Sleeping Dogs dramatically … the way I should have written it the first time if I’d been paying attention to what John was telling me.

You had to write a book about writing a book to finally learn some lessons.
Exactly, by going back through the whole process. John let me use his notes and critiques. They’re all in there in Writing with the Master. So, there I was, reading his notes and putting them down in a book and going, Oh wow, now I get it.

It was a process of rediscovery and very fulfilling, and the most wonderful part of it is that the publisher who picked up Writing with the Master, Skyhorse, also picked up the digital edition of Sleeping Dogs.

The print version of the novel is through AuthorsPress.
That mostly had to do with control and money. I thought I could do better with a small press, because the big presses weren’t going to do me a lot of favors as a first-time author. I figured there isn’t a lot of money on the table. Let me see if I can make this on my own, so I went with AuthorsPress, a two-man outfit in Charlottesville. Welcome to the brave new world of publishing.

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But what led John Grisham to take on the role of mentor in the first place?
He’d read that book by Chef Daniel Boulud about mentoring a young chef. He was taken with Boulud’s account, and John said maybe he’d mentor someone. Tony Vanderwarker! I was the lucky guy.

You were a successful advertising guy. Did doing ad work have any influence on your style of writing?
Advertising is a goofy craft of trying to get people to remember product names and attributes and benefits. It has no relationship to anything in the real world far as I can tell. Maybe there’s a similarity between advertising and writing, but advertising is a silly, inane business, and it goes by the wayside rapidly. I don’t know about any parallels with my writing.

Any parallels between you and your main character, Howard Collyer?
Well … we’re sort of the same kind of hot-headed, impulsive, I-know-what’s-right-and-I’m-gonna-make-it-right kind of person.

What if “Sleeping Dogs” or “Writing with the Master” hit it big time? Did John Grisham caution you on the pitfalls of fame?
John guards his privacy zealously. He does a limited amount of interviews, keeps a real low profile. Charlottesville is a place that’s very kind to celebrities … Sissy Spacek, Howie Long. People leave them alone. It’s a good place for John to be.

His latest novel, a sequel to “A Time To Kill,” is in a good place: the best-seller list.
Yeah, John really scored with Sycamore Row.

You didn’t time your two books to be released to coincide with Grisham’s newest?
Timing? It’s pretty easy to come out with a book at the same time as John Grisham, because he comes out with so damn many of them. Just pick a month. But he really did do a beautiful job with Sycamore Row.

And you’ve got two more novels ready for release.
Two comic novels, one about advertising. They’d almost gotten picked up by a publisher years ago. I’d put them on the back burner. And when these two new books of mine came around, I reread those two earlier novels. I knew I had them somewhere, and turns out, they were on floppy discs. I was staring at these, you know, ancient artifacts, but I had a friend with a bunch of old computers, and he was able to take the floppies.

So, I reread those earlier novels — Say Something Funny and Ads for God — and they’re damn good. I’m bringing them out sometime this year. Ads for God is Mad Men but over the top. It was just too early for publishers. Advertising wasn’t something readers or publishers were interested in.

What overall advice would you give struggling first-time authors?
Writing is a combination of endless hard work and not giving up. I gave up on my two comic novels, because I’d had too many rejections and didn’t want to deal with them anymore. When the light suddenly shined on me, I took another look, and they’re wonderful. I’d just given up on them. That was a huge mistake.

You’ve written the books. Now you have to sell the books. How’s the tour?
I’m in Boston now doing interviews. I have signings in Chicago, New York. I’ve got a full schedule.

A book tour is an entirely different kind of endeavor from writing. But here’s where an advertising background comes in. I was on my feet selling to clients for 20 years, so it’s nothing for me to walk into a book store and start talking to people and pushing books into their hands. You know, I’m a shameless salesman.

A lot of writers just can’t do it, and I can understand. They’re good at their own thoughts and working on a computer. But when it comes to standing up in front of a group of people, for them it’s terror time. •

And now it’s time now for Tony Vanderwarker’s Kickstarter campaign. It’s described here and here. But you’ll have to wait until next year to read another novel by Vanderwarker, set again in the world he knows well: advertising. Its promising title: Client from Hell. •

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Sound Advice: Friday

Kameron Whalum @ Hard Rock Cafe

He played the freaking Super Bowl!

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The Harmaleighs @ Java Cabana

What a lovely acoustic palette! Great harmonies. Go see the Harmaleighs. But don’t bring your sunflowers. It’ll make them mad.

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Larry Keel Power Trio @ Newby’s

Need it torn up? Call Larry.

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Igor Siddiqui’s “Protoplastic” at TOPS

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Architecture is supposed to be the most accessible art form. As New York Times critic Allison Arieff wrote in 2012, “Architecture…carries a burden that the other arts don’t — it must reconcile aesthetics and ideas with user functionality. A painting or a novel need only please or provoke its audience; it doesn’t then also require setbacks, parking minimums and LEED certification.” Buildings are everywhere. Not everyone collects oil paintings, but everyone uses buildings.

Arieff’s op-ed (“Why Don’t We Read About Architecture?”) goes onto criticize writers for using words like “demassification” and “attitudinally” to describe architecture. These words are inaccessible for the majority of people (who, assumably, didn’t have four+ years of theory education at the College of Their Choice.) Instead, she suggests writers use clean, simple, action-driven language to describe the functional arts.

But what to do when the architecture is not functional or accessible? Or, in the case of “Protoplastic,” Igor Siddiqui’s recently-opened exhibition at TOPS Gallery, when an architect has architected…well, art?

Siddiqui, a professor at the University of Texas in Austin, is a Yale-educated architect and the principal of Isssstudio, an architecture and design firm responsible for projects like “Mas Moss” (a curtain made from soy-dyed biodegradable cable and ball moss) and Ceramic Tesssseltile (an irregularly shaped tesselating tile that “produces the greatest degree of variation when multiplied across the larger field.”) His design work is mathy and techy and Green, and the online descriptions of his projects throw around terms like “morphogenesis.”

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“Protoplastic” can be understood as a flexing of the same design muscles that shoulder the architect’s professional work. The installation, designed particularly for TOPS, involves custom acrylic moulds and biodegradable reliefs. Sheets of bright-white plastic are impressed with radial patterns of lines. The sheets are arranged in a free-standing pattern around the space. In the small basement gallery, the viewer could conceivably feel as if she were in the middle of a large, elegantly executed rodent maze.

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In one corner, the computer-cut moulds that originally marked the plastic sheets are repurposed into a hanging sculpture. Their yellow, semi-translucent rubberiness feels dirty next to the white floor and other works. Spare blocks of concrete support the plastic reliefs, a detail that references the TOPS space but also, by contrast to the work it supports, reads as somewhat messy.

Siddiqui’s work is complicated. He designs he moulds using Rhino and Grasshopper, two algorithm-based architectural modeling softwares that require more than a little technical know-how. The design process is undoubtedly dense, and the materials interesting, but the results are not dense enough. The work doesn’t look simplistic, but it is oblique. It reads as a hollow celebration of the technology that created it. Perhaps more visual explanation of the process is called for — a corollary display of the original Rhino drawings or literature about the plastic.

With respect to Arieff and her opinions on architecture writing, it would be ideal to describe the work as “clean-cut meditations on form and function” or as “technically-designed art experiments that use compostable plastic.” But this is hard-to-read art, not architecture. Remote terms such as “vector-based biomimicry” may be a better match for Siddiqui’s work.

At TOPS Gallery (400 S. Front) through March 29th.

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Whatever That Was, I’m Glad It Wasn’t My Fault

Heres septuagenarian Vince Carter, probably on his way to score 2 of his 13 points.

  • Larry Kuzniewski
  • Here’s septuagenarian Vince Carter, probably on his way to score 2 of his 13 points.

Eventually you run out of ways to talk about games like this.

The players don’t help, because no matter how far off the rails the game gets, no matter how bad things go for them, this group of Grizzlies doesn’t go “off message” enough to give you any insight into what it’s like to be out there on the court while everything you do fails, everything falls apart, and Rick Carlisle barbecues your defensive schemes and then serves them to you with a side of Monta Ellis, and then suddenly a game that is was really important to the playoff race is in the rearview mirror and you lost by fourteen points.

They don’t really give any insight into what happened, because that’s not what the media gets to hear. Instead, and from a management standpoint it’s a good quality of this group of players and not a bad one I guess, though it makes for less interesting recaps, they all say the “right” thing. Marc Gasol says “You win, you move on, and when you lose, you move on.” Zach Randolph talks about how every game is important, every game is a battle, etc. Nick Calathes talks about how he turned the ball over too many times. In the postgame press conference, Dave Joerger says the loss was his fault because he didn’t have the team prepared to face Dallas’ intricate pick and roll schemes, and so Dallas carved up the Grizzlies’ defense (which, yes, that happened).

It doesn’t feel like the whole story, though. Dallas may have been doing things offensively that the Griz weren’t ready to defend, but when Brandan Wright catches a pass at the free throw line and runs completely unchecked down the middle of the lane for a lay-in, while two Grizzlies are at the elbows and two Grizzlies are on either block (like they were running a box-and-one that was glued to the ground), and then after the dunk Jon Leuer and Marc Gasol just stare at each other…

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Grizzlies home games this year are a crapshoot so far. I’ve been to 20 of them, and of the 20 that I’ve been to, half of them have been losses, and many of those losses have been lopsided. Sometimes the Grizzlies come out and look like world-beaters, defending well, putting up huge offensive numbers, playing with attitude (I’m not going to say “grit” because we’ve all been saying it ad nauseam since 2010 and I’m tired of it, but if I were going to say “grit” this is where I would say it). On other nights, they have nine players in uniform and you get handed a starting lineup sheet that says

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  • Tony Allen
  • Mike Miller
  • Ed Davis
  • Kosta Koufos

and even though Zach Randolph ends up starting it still feels like an unavoidable disaster, the split second after you slam on the brakes when you realize that your car just isn’t going to stop in time, and you have to start thinking about how you’re going to make it through whatever impact is on the other end.

This wasn’t supposed to be one of those games. This was supposed to be the Grizzlies bouncing back from a tough, slow, ugly loss at Oklahoma City by asserting their will on the Mavericks, who have a great offense and no defense, playing tough without Mike Conley and hanging in there and Tony Allen cheerleading from the bench (which seems to be his role this season) and Grit and Grind and whatever. Instead, for one, Joerger got out-coached by Rick Carlisle. No shame in that; it happens sometimes. “One of those nights.” Marc Gasol was terrible, not making anything, not making the right decisions, and if it weren’t for the knee injury I’d say he’s relapsed to the Space Cadet Marc of the first two or three weeks of the season. You know, when they got beaten at home by the Raptors by 20 points.

I don’t know what else to say. The only games I get to go to are home games, and it seems like Russian roulette (though nothing like whatever is happening in Sochi) every time—it could be a great game, or it could look like every guy on the team would rather be at home reading back through The Recognitions and/or drinking and playing FIFA on the Xbox. Last night against the Mavericks was one of those Book Club nights, and the sooner we forget the whole thing happened, the better.

Except it’s not going to be possible to forget it, not soon: the Mavericks were a half game ahead of the Grizzlies before last night’s game, barely clinging to the 8th playoff spot despite a great run of play from the Grizzlies. Now they’re a solid two games ahead, and Denver is only a game and a half back from pushing the Grizzlies down to 10th. I still think the Grizzlies will end up in the 8th spot, but what do I know? I also expect them to come out and look like they know what they’re doing on a nightly basis, instead of getting schemed into oblivion by Dirk Nowitzki and letting Brandan Wright finish with an offensive rating of 165 and Jae Crowder play 9:47 and leave with an offensive rating of 200. As in 200 points per 100 possessions. As in scoring a two-point basket on literally every single possession out of 100.

Bottom line: if there are too many of these, the Grizzlies aren’t going to the playoffs, just like we were all scared they wouldn’t back in December when they lost three hundred games in a row while every other guy on the roster was in a body cast. So with any luck, this was just a bad night, against a team that had prepared better, and it was mostly because Mike Conley didn’t play. But it didn’t feel that way. It didn’t feel like the Grizzlies showed up for the second half, or if they did, they quickly took one punch to the jaw and ran away from the fight. “One game at a time,” and all, but man, am I tired of watching these kinds of losses.

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Waging Heavy Peace

Bruce VanWyngarden writes about Neil Young, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and that medical marijuana bill.

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Beauty Shop Country Ham Hash

Beauty Shop, 966 S. Cooper (272-7111)

The Beauty Shop starts serving brunch at 10 a.m., and I recommended getting there early or making a reservation if you want a seat. On a recent Sunday, sidewalk seating was full by 11 a.m. — and it was 54 degrees outside.

Inside, it’s warm, welcoming, and totally funky in the best way. From the mismatched mugs and salt and pepper shakers to the repurposed hairdryers, there’s nothing institutional about it. The Beauty Shop is undeniably full of beautiful people — from young, urban couples (not hipsters) to fashionable forty- and fifty-somethings who appreciate that the waitress half their age calls them darlin’ rather than ma’am.

The menu is expansive and has everything you ever wanted in a brunch. If it’s hash browns you want, there are three choices: Country Ham Hash, Chicken or Beef Tenderloin Hash, and Pastrami Hash. All sell for $13.

I went for the Country Ham Hash, which, according to the menu, features: potatoes, sweet potatoes, red peppers, onions, and cracked eggs with mustard chipotle sauce. Once cracked, I asked for the eggs over hard. Smothered in the spicy sauce, they were the perfect topping for the potatoes. I don’t love sweet potatoes and wasn’t sad that there were maybe only three mixed in. I did love the addition of red peppers. The country ham is cured, so it’s drier and saltier than regular ham, which is fine by me, and there was just the right amount of it. A touch of cilantro on top gave the dish that little something extra.

The coffee is good, and the mimosas are immense.

Alchemy’s Pimento Cheese Hash

Alchemy, 940 Cooper (726-4444)

Down the road at Alchemy, the brunch scene is decidedly less “eat and be seen,” and much more “drink, eat, and relax.” If you have a hangover or like to spend your Sundays day-drinking, this is the place for you.

The separate drink menu features the most extensive list of Bloody Mary options I’ve ever seen. There’s a house-made vegan mix, 12 kinds of garnish (including the day’s pickled treat), and special add-ons like blue cheese olives. If Bloody Marys aren’t your thing, then there’s also a Bellini bar (with “Surprise me!” as an option), house-made sangria, and a variety of coffee-booze concoctions. Bartender David Parks is also happy to throw together fancy non-alcoholic beverages, which he dubs “prenatal cocktails.”

Food starts coming out of the kitchen at 10:30 a.m., and the bar closes at 4 p.m.

In terms of hash browns, there are two options, and I had to try them both. The Pimento Cheese Hash Browns, which can be ordered as a side, come in a small skillet. It’s filled with crispy diced potatoes (that look as though they were originally meant to be fries) and topped with a large dollop of house-made pimento cheese. The cheese gets a little melty when added to the hot potatoes, and the result is simply delicious. It could easily be a meal and would be the best $5 you spent all day. Trust me.

Alchemy’s Shrimp & Bacon Hash

For a fancier start to the day, there’s the Shrimp and Bacon Hash ($18), which features poached eggs on toasted French bread with salsa fresca and cotija cheese. The shrimp are plump and juicy, the bacon is thick, crispy, and crumbled, and the eggs are cooked to perfection. The French bread is slender, yet has no problem providing the perfect base for this dish. The hash browns are the middle man and make it a satisfying, hearty meal. The Shrimp and Bacon Hash makes me wish every day was Sunday.

The Kitchen Sink from Three Angels

Three Angels Diner, 2617 Broad (452-1111) If low-key is what you are looking for, then head over to Three Angels on Broad, which starts serving brunch at 10 a.m. It’s part diner, part bar and attracts a mixed bag of hipsters, families, and hipster families. By far, it has the most hash brown bang for the buck in town.

The Kitchen Sink ($11) includes beef brisket hash, homemade sausage, bacon, garlic cheese grits, flat top potatoes, cheese, two fried eggs, and homemade salsa. This has to be the most serious brunch offering in the city. I dare say there should be a food competition built around it.

The grits are smeared across the bottom of the plate. There’s at least two or three cups worth of brisket hash, full strips of bacon, sausage patties cut in half —you get the picture. My serving even included a few boiled red potatoes.

It’s a man’s dish. Or, at the very least, a roller derby girl’s.

Photographer Joey Miller, who happened to be sitting next to me at the bar eating the most beautiful blueberry pancakes I’d ever seen, said, “Last time I got the Kitchen Sink, I drank nearly a whole bottle of Jameson the night before, with no Taco Bell.”

The coffee’s nothing special, but there’s local beer on tap, and the French 75s are perfect.

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Comedy & Tragedy

If you’ve never heard Memphis drummer John Argroves tell the story about one very tired and hungry man’s quest to obtain a Hot Pocket while adrift in a strange and unfamiliar place, do yourself a favor and listen to it. “Hot Pocket” has been preserved alongside several other great stories at spillitmemphis.org. It’s an example of how a rambling yarn about a mundane thing can quickly turn into a tight, slightly dark screwball comedy about this American life.

Spillit Memphis, which returns this week with a pre-Valentine’s Day event called “Love Hurts,” is devoted to live, unscripted storytelling, with an effective emphasis on the unscripted part. This time around, the stories will focus on that special place where warm and fuzzy becomes itchy and scratchy.

Speaking of busted Valentines, the annual Break-Up Show is back this week for one more one-night stand. The Break Up-Show is sketch comedy for the modern lovelorn, showcasing the talents of regulars like Savannah Bearden and Bruce Bui, with musical guests Dragoon. Videos and break-up texts performed live are always a highlight.

This year’s Break-Up Show is being presented in conjunction with the Memphis Comedy Festival (MCF). The MCF has grown into three days of stand up, improv, short films, and “even more terrible things.” There are 25 comics from around the country in the stand-up showcase alone.

Spillit Memphis “Love Hurts” at Crosstown Arts, Friday, February 7th, 7 p.m. $10. spillitmemphis.org

The Memphis Comedy Festival’s “The Break-Up Show” at TheatreWorks, Friday, February 7th, 7 p.m. For more information on the Memphis Comedy Festival, go to memphisroastclub.com.