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Rising Above

On Valentine’s night, survivors of rape and domestic violence will have the chance to practice a little healing self-love in an “ecstatic dance” session with DJ Intuigroove.

That’s just one of several local events scheduled for One Billion Rising, a national movement aimed at using dance to end violence against women and girls. Now in its second year, the local event will focus specifically on Memphis’ back-logged rape kits as well as the hurdles undocumented women may face when they apply for special visas after reporting domestic violence.

“The tagline for the event is ‘rise, release, dance,’ so the rise is taking action and the release and dance are healing,” said Allison Glass of the Women’s Action Coalition, the local organizer of the event.

In December, a federal class action lawsuit was filed against the city, alleging that civil rights violations occurred when the city failed to test more than 12,000 rape kits, which have been back-logged for years. So far, the Memphis Police Department (MPD) has sent 2,226 of those kits off for initial testing to determine if there’s enough DNA to test further. The MPD refused to comment about the status of kits because of the lawsuit.

“Many of the cases that are awaiting DNA analysis right now are on the cusp of expiring from the statute of limitations. We are losing cases every day,” said Meaghan Ybos, a rape survivor who works with the Memphis Area Women’s Council. Ybos’ own rape kit was back-logged for nine years.

A bill that would do away with the statute of limitations for rape cases is making its way through the General Assembly. Currently, the statute of limitations is 15 years.

The other issue of focus for this year’s One Billion Rising is that of U Visas for undocumented victims of domestic violence. If any undocumented immigrant is a victim of a crime, he or she can apply for a U Visa, which allows him or her stay in the country for four years on a work permit. After three years with a U Visa, one can apply for lawful permanent residency.

Before the visa is issued by the Department of Homeland Security, the local police and district attorney’s office must certify that the applicant was helpful in the investigation and prosecution of the crime committed against him or her.

But immigration attorney Sally Joyner, who is working with the Women’s Action Coalition on One Billion Rising, said the MPD and the Shelby County District Attorney’s office are using factors such as an applicant’s own criminal background and the length of the victim’s relationship with her abuser to determine whether or not the agencies will certify a U Visa.

“The MPD is basically saying they’re not interested in signing certifications for women who have been in long-term relationships with their abusers, for women who came to this country with their abuser,” Joyner said.

The MPD did not respond to requests for comment. District Attorney General Amy Weirich confirmed that her office does perform a background check on U Visa applicants, but she said that’s because an applicant’s criminal record is wiped clean if a U Visa is approved. She said criminal records are weighed on a case-by-case basis.

“If you’ve got a pending murder case in California, it wouldn’t serve the ends of justice to have that wiped clean,” Weirich said.

On Tuesday, February 11th, from 6 to 8 p.m. at First Congregational Church, One Billion Rising is hosting a community conversation about both of these issues. They’re also hosting a screening of The Bro Code: How Contemporary Culture Creates Sexist Men at First Congo on Sunday, February 9th, at 4 p.m. and a candlelight vigil on Friday, February 14th, at 5 p.m. at Poplar and Highland followed by the “ecstatic dance” session at 7:30 p.m. at Co-Motion Studio. Sunday, February 16th, will be a day of support workshops and dance and yoga sessions for survivors of rape and domestic violence.

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What They Said

MemphisFlyer.com

From “Not Okay, Cupid,” Kerry Crawford’s column about her problems with online dating in which she complained of too many pictures of dudes holding fish: ”Yes, 90 percent of men in Memphis are rednecks with camo hats. Is this surprising? You live in the south. Also, don’t begrudge someone because they have an outdoor related hobby. Boats are fun. Fishing is relaxing. Fishing is better than sitting around watching Netflix night after night.” — bill.automata

From “School’s Out?” about the proposal to close Westhaven Elementary because the building is in bad shape:

“I think this effort to close a school that is doing so well is highly questionable at best. Especially given that there are so many needy children in that neighborhood. As I understand things, the reasons being given to close the school would apply to almost everything built before 1990.” — QueerAnn

From “Ethics Panel Votes to Dismiss Charges Against Chism,” about conflict-of-interest charges against County Commissioner Sidney Chism for voting for appropriations benefiting the Horn Lake Road Day Care Center, which he owns:

“Chism did not benefit from his vote. Poor children did. Whether Chism owned the facility or not, whoever owned it would have mostly got the same benefit for the kids. This is a perfect example of a person being persecuted for who he is rather than what he has actually done. Since he was exonerated, his legal bills should be picked up by the government, or, better yet, Roland should be made to pay them.” — oldtimeplayer

Tweets

WMC-TV reporter Jason Miles tweeted this in response to our Fly in the Wall pic of Jason’s face on a birthday cake:

“I should be on the payroll by now @MemphisFlyer.”
Jason Miles @JMilesWMC

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From a post about a Memphis Press-Scimiter box that mysteriously showed up outside the Flyer office:

“I know a fella who ‘took’ a USA Today paper machine from outside of a grocery store at Austin Peay and Yale Road to display his fish bowl on … My Dad told me (I mean him) that it better make its way back to where it belonged …”

Scott Aitken

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Fly On The Wall

Verbatim

“Everybody wants to know, ‘Well, why do you drink? Why do you do this?’ You know, I can’t say it’s because of him, but it’s because of him I have done these things.” — City Councilwoman Janis Fullilove in the midst of an apparent breakdown on her WDIA radio show. The “him” in question isn’t Mayor Wharton or Councilman Shea Flinn but her husband Vernon Chalmers, who, according to Fullilove, has threatened to kill her. Fullilove and Chalmers have a turbulent history that reached an apogee in 2012 when both were arrested during a spat that involved the throwing of dishes.

Mighty Big If

One occurrence is a typo; six is a pattern. An email from Shelby County Commissioner Terry Roland circulated among grammar nerds last week.

“Please be advised that it ‘appears’ the Shelby County Ethic’s Ordinance does not comply with State Law,” or so Roland “says.”

The easy joke would be to ask, “Who is this Ethic and why is his Ordinance so important?” But I’m more interested in the appearance of the much talked about but seldom seen “Mighty Big If.” See for yourself.

Rubber Hits Road

“A condom is not an explicit image. It’s just a piece of latex, and children see explicit images all the time on the Internet, in commercials, and in the movies,” Planned Parenthood Memphis CEO Ashley Coffield told WREG after allegedly shocked parents complained about a billboard advertising free condoms. Considering there’s “male sexual medicine” on display at an area convenience store, she’s got a point. And the high ground.  

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Opinion The Last Word

The Rant

It was 50 years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play. That’s a factually incorrect statement but a good opening line to talk about the 50th anniversary of the Beatles’ first appearance on American television.

To commemorate the event, Beatlemania will be sweeping the airwaves once again all this week with special concerts, documentaries, celebrations, and dedications.

For younger viewers, it will be a chance to see real-time footage of the Beatles’ first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show (they made three in successive weeks), and the chaos that ensued. For old fans like me, it will be an opportunity to relive a revolutionary moment in the history of rock music, along with the 73 million other viewers that tuned in the night of February 9, 1964. The date is significant because, after that, nothing was ever the same.

The Ed Sullivan Show, which aired on Sunday nights, was a variety show that featured a potpourri of acts, including opera singers, acrobats, plate spinners, flamenco dancers, puppeteers, and pop musicians, to name a few. On February 9th, I was enjoying a Sunday dinner of hamburgers and spaghetti at Granny’s before we settled in front of the TV to witness the Beatles’ debut.

Of course, the elders tsk-tsked, while I went crazy. I was eagerly anticipating the Beatles’ television debut because I’d already bought the album. While cruising east on Walnut Grove on a clear January afternoon, something came on the car radio unlike anything I had ever heard, and I knew it must be that English band I’d been hearing about. I made an immediate left on Perkins and headed for Pop Tunes. They only had the new single in stock (which I still have in the original sleeve) but promised to call me when the LP arrived. Shortly afterward, I got the call that Meet the Beatles had arrived, and I snatched up one of the first copies. That evening, my friends and I got together to listen to first one side, and then the other, over and over again, completely captivated by this raw and exhilarating new sound.

We also marvelled at their matching Prince Valiant haircuts, their tailored suits, and their Italian boots with the raised heels that immediately and forever after became known as “Beatle boots.” The next day, we started to let our hair grow.

I realize the potential risk, that my writing about the Beatles could morph into nothing more than an old geezer raving about his favorite band from days of yore. Lord knows, I wouldn’t care about hearing someone from my parents’ generation talk about the first time they saw Guy Lombardo and the Royal Canadians. But the Beatles’ music has not only endured, it has thrived. When their songs finally became available for internet download a few years back, the news was received with the enthusiasm usually reserved for the latest, hottest thing. The 2009 release of “The Beatles Rock Band” video game, where participants simulate playing Beatle songs with controllers shaped like musical instruments, was a huge success and helped boost sales of the newly remastered Beatle albums on CD. It’s never surprising to hear that some of the most enthusiastic Beatle fans are the children or even the grandchildren of your friends. The band’s unmatchable career and the evolving message in their music has become a generational phenomenon, and if this week’s festivities are any indication, the music will continue to resonate into the foreseeable future.

 In celebration, CBS News is presenting a “live, interactive event,” at the Ed Sullivan Theatre this Sunday, from 5 to 7 p.m., 50 years to the day after the Fab Four’s live performance. It will feature “rare footage from CBS News’ extensive archive of the Beatles’ first three days in New York City,” and a special tribute concert, sponsored by the Grammys, will air in Ed Sullivan’s former time-slot after the news special. Taped in Los Angeles the day after the Grammy Awards, featured artists include a reunited Eurythmics with Annie Lennox and Dave Stewart, John Legend, Stevie Wonder, Katy Perry, John Mayer, and a Ringo/Paul reunion.

If that isn’t enough to satisfy your Fab Four fix, following the Grammy special, Paul and Ringo will appear live on a special David Letterman Show, airing, of course, from the Ed Sullivan Theatre.

All week, leading up to Sunday, Letterman’s musical guests will play Beatles songs. On February 8th, commemorating the Beatles’ iconic arrival at New York’s JFK Airport, the airport will host a celebration and dedicate a historical marker. A new book about the Beatles has been released titled, The Beatles: All These Years. Vol.1- Tune In, by Mark Lewisohn, whom The New York Times called “the most serious historian to have examined the Beatles’ lives and work.”

I guess so, because this first of three planned books runs 803 pages and only gets up to 1962. For those like me, who love the Beatles, all this activity shows that the Lads from Liverpool are going to be around for a long, long time. Strawberry Fields Forever, baby.

Randy Haspel writes the “Born-Again Hippies” blog, where a version of this column first appeared.

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Letter From The Editor: Take a Look at My Life

I’ve seen the needle and the damage done,

a little part of it in everyone …

— Neil Young

I’m reading Neil Young’s autobiography Waging Heavy Peace. Or, I should say, I was reading it. I’ve stopped now, about 250 pages in. I’m a fan of Young’s music, but he writes like a ninth-grader — self-absorbed and obsessed with his “cool stuff” — elaborate train sets, rebuilt cars, vintage guitars, his ranch. It’s written in a stream-of-consciousness fashion that interweaves what he’s doing at the moment with what he did in 1972 with what he plans to do next week (which, since the book came out a couple years after he wrote it, is sort of absurd).

It’s an informal, naïve sort of book, and I stuck with it for a while because Buffalo Springfield, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, and Crazy Horse made music I love and Young was in the middle of all of it. But Young writes more about his possessions and his friends — including those who fell prey to hard drugs — than he does about music. Bandmate David Crosby was a junkie; Young’s close friends Danny Whitten and Bruce Berry both died from heroin overdoses (inspiring The Needle and the Damage Done).

It’s an object lesson in how lots of money, easy access to dope, and an addictive personality can be a lethal combo — as we saw again this week with the death of the fine actor Philip Seymour Hoffman.

I’m always amazed that someone as famous as Hoffman, someone surrounded by admirers and caretakers, someone with a longtime relationship, three small children, and a fulfilling career, can somehow find a way to destroy himself, to find the crack in the facade and slip into a lonely, private hell. But it happens — over and over.

It’s important, however, that we not let the sensationalism surrounding this very public heroin death impact another drug-related discussion that’s going in Nashville this week (cover story, p. 17). Marijuana isn’t heroin. Marijuana, as the cover story makes clear, can have very specific medicinal purposes, including treatment of glaucoma, cancer, Alzheimer’s, siezures, and a host of other diseases and conditions. The proposed Tennessee statute is not the kind of sham law introduced in California 20 years ago. It will be one of the strictest in the country and will provide a real benefit for many Tennesseans who are suffering.

Unfortunately, it’s difficult to imagine the legislators we now have in the General Assembly making anything but a knee-jerk decision. Marijuana scares them and the false, decades-long conflation of pot with hard drugs is a difficult perception to overcome.

But there is a difference — a big one. At 66, Neil Young has basically been stoned on pot for almost 50 years and is gaining on Willie Nelson. At 46, Philip Seymour Hoffman is dead.

Bruce VanWyngarden

brucev@memphisflyer.com

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Music Music Features

The Coach and Four at the Hi-Tone

This Saturday, one of Memphis’ less-heralded successes will reunite for a show at the Hi-Tone with Little Radar. The Coach and Four have not made a record in years and are pursuing different paths. So this is your chance to see a great band.

“I guess this could be called a reunion show,” guitarist Luke White said. “It has been years since we were all in the same place at the same time, and it just seemed like a fun idea to play. This is a one-off show though. It would be fun to tour, but it’s not in the cards for us I’m afraid.” 

Frequent Flyer contributor J.D. Reager produced The Coach and Four’s first album, Unlimited Symmetry, for his Makeshift Music label. The band was described as math rock, a just descriptor, but one that hints at baggage The Coach and Four never took on.

The Coach and Four inhabit a sonic place where guitars are charismatic without becoming boorish. This is not “big solo” guitar music. The tones are interesting, but they are parts in a studied whole. The rhythms and meters change the footing frequently but don’t fall for the self-aggrandizements of prog rock. It’s smart music that does not have to prove itself.

The band’s personnel makes them seem like a super group, but the music is solid and without pretense. Their influences loom large. Post-crotch-stuffing guitar bands form the seedbed for The Coach and Four. Their sound is smart and together. Sonic Youth and Dinosaur Jr. are touchstones. Andy Summers is definitely part of the mix.

Opener Little Radar is an Austin band whose underwater video for “Spitfire” was picked up by GoPro’s marketing division. Check it out on YouTube. As for The Coach and Four, this one’s for the thoughtful music fan. Go see brains and talent minus ego. It’s very refreshing, even after all these years. — Joe Boone

The Coach and Four with Little Radar at the Hi-Tone, Saturday, February 8th, 9 p.m., $8.

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Music Music Features

All Is Vanity

The best country and rockabilly music is one step from crazy. Jeff Evans and Ross Johnson have each walked miles of those crazy steps. Witness their new album Vanity Record on Spacecase. Songs that became classics, whether cult or for real, become intentionally cringe-worthy with only a little nudge from an insolent master.

“He’ll Have To Go” is a sturdy laying down of the law in the hands of Jim Reeves. When Evans and Johnson tackle the song, you can imagine the protagonist hanging up the phone and getting his ass kicked by a waitress an hour later. It’s oddly more real. It’s hilarious. If Evans and Johnson make the song their own, that should not come as a surprise. Evans is encyclopedic on the topic of who recorded what and when.

“A few years ago there was that Dylan documentary,” Evans said. “If you played ‘House of the Rising Sun’ — it was on his first album — it was associated with Dylan. And I guess it was known around Greenwich Village and the East Coast, where Dave Van Ronk had been playing it for years. And I could go on an on. It’s nothing new.”

When Evans, who now lives in Como, Mississippi, came to Memphis from Ohio, he learned that truth when he encountered Jim Dickinson.

“It was like history repeated itself here. I knew of Jim Dickinson from the Dixie Fried record. Years ago, our band the Gibson Brothers played ‘Casey Jones.’ But we got it from the Furry Lewis recording. Then we came to Memphis and found it was a staple of known cover songs among the guys older than me. We came by it honestly. So I laughed at having just found out that the train track that runs in front of our house is the track that Casey Jones made his final run on. That was kind of surprising. And there was this song that he credited to J.B. Lenoir: ‘Down in Mississippi Where I Come From.’ I never heard the original, the J.B. Lenoir. That was my point on the liner notes: that Dickinson, in taking a song and claiming it, was kind of like ‘I own it now.’ I guess that was a thing.”

Vanity Record was recorded at Dickinson’s Zebra Ranch studio in 2008. The sessions feature Adam Woodard, John Paul Keith, and Greg Roberson. Dickinson played some guitar and piano and sang on the record too. The delay in releasing the record makes its publication all the more important.

“This was an album that almost didn’t make it,” Evans said. “We’ve got some new people [with Spacecase] who put out another recording I did in 2001 with the C.C. Riders. They did something with Alicja Trout, a 45, I think. So we’ve got some people in California who believe in us and think we have some talent. That’s nice to find.”

Evans and Johnson are both fixtures of the Memphis music scene. The Flyer has interviewed Johnson twice recently, which is editorially unconscionable. So, this time, we caught up with with Evans. My first memory of Evans involves him sprawled across the hood of a hearse parked in front of the Antenna Club.

“I had two hearses,” Evans said. “Then a guy in the band bought himself one. So, in the apartment building, it drove the neighbors nuts just to have to see these things parked on the street all the time. But there is a fine Memphis tradition: The back of one of Sam ‘The Sham’ Zamudio’s records had a hearse.”

[In 1966, in an interview with Roger Elwood for Teen Trends, Zamudio said, “Once, I fell out of a hearse (the one I use with my act) doing 65 miles an hour. I went out on my hands and knees … skidded about 200 yards on my back … broke my leg. According to everything reasonable, I should have been killed. Yet I survived.”]

“I think his was a Packard,” Evans continued. “I was at Empire Pawn on Summer Avenue. At the time, I had the hearse. I didn’t have an extra car. It was a ’74 Cadillac. So Sam the Sham was in the pawnshop looking around. I think by that time he had become a preacher and was teaching guys who were at the penal farm how to read. You know, preaching and stuff. So he goes, ‘Hey, is that your hearse, man?’ It was cool to meet him during the time when I had the hearse. I guess the hearse has a distinguished tradition in music.”

Evans is also an acolyte of rockabilly curiosity Charlie Feathers.

“You have to picture 30-something years ago: There was no Internet. Trying to collect records, especially Charlie Feathers records, they were only produced at about 300 at a time. His stuff was rare and was collected by collectors even in the 1950s.

“I drove a truck all over the state of Ohio. So I got to look for records on my boss’ dime while I was waiting on pick-ups. Somewhere in Ohio, I found a two-volume, two-record set. It was two sets of LPs. By this time, some of the records had been made in the 1970s. So his hair was white. You pictured a bar band at the Vapors club or Hernando’s Hideway, but playing really weird music. The other thing was that his son Bubba was playing guitar. He was probably a teenager then, playing traditional blues and the rockabilly stuff. But he’s playing a wah-wah pedal. He’s really cutting up on it. So they were the craziest records.

“There’s a book called Lost Highway by Peter Guralnick. It talks about [Feathers] being an ex-race car driver, an ambulance driver, and Sun recording artist, who was playing at a place called the Hilltop on Lamar. He’s talking about Charlie’s set. When I moved to Memphis, I got to see him play a couple of shows: one at the Vapors club and another at the Americana club. It was his 60th birthday. One time he was really well-behaved and the other he was so critical of the band that he walked offstage. And his son was in the band.”

Evans, an Ohio native, served hard time on the Memphis music scene in the late 1980s through 2010, when he moved to Como.

“In 1986, Tav Falco invited us to one of Misty White’s Hell on Earth Halloween parties. Antenna had a Halloween show the next night. We drove down from Ohio and played both shows. Tav Falco was known for those great silkscreen, fluorescent posters that he would make. We were added to the bill later. So, we had this great poster that said “Hell on Earth … And Gibson Brothers.” Obviously, he had scratched it onto the negative. It was so tiny that you’d have to take a Sherlock Holmes magnifying glass to see it. We’re on the poster. But it’s so tiny. We were happy to come and play. It was a neat scene. You know Hell on Earth; it was probably a dozen bands on the bill. So it went until six in the morning. Coming from Ohio, we just thought Memphis had this amazing music scene.”

Jeff Evans and Ross Johnson will perform at Bar DKDC on Saturday, February 8th.

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True Nihilism

HBO’s True Detective

Three episodes in, HBO’s True Detective has sucked viewers deep into a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in Matthew McConaughey’s best character acting ever. It’s dark, sexy, grim, fatalistic, and the most compelling new series on television this season. It has parallel plotlines 17 years apart — with the same characters — two juicy murder mysteries that inform and in turn lead to more mystery; a whodunnit squared.

The story begins in 1995. McConaughey is Rustin Cohle, a former undercover narco cop who became addicted while on the job in Texas. His young daughter was killed in a car wreck, and his marriage died after that, pushing him further off the deep end. Given a final chance to clean up and save his career, he takes a job as a police detective in small-town southern Louisiana. He’s partnered with Detective Martin Hart, played by Woody Harrelson, a plain-talking local man with all the trappings of normalcy — pretty young wife, two kids, nice house.

They are assigned to investigate a bizarre, ritual murder of a young woman. (The crime scene reveal in Episode 1 is a chiller.) As they scour the desolate rural back-roads, questioning suspects, following leads, the two men unburden themselves, fill in each other’s back-story, and learn they have little in common, except a burning desire to solve the crime.

Cohle is a tortured nihilist, convinced the human race would be better off going extinct. Here’s a typical squad car soliloquy: “I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in human evolution. We became too self aware; nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, a secretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody’s nobody.”

Hart is repelled and creeped out. “Keep that kind of talk to yourself,” he says. But Hart has his own demons. We learn he’s got a mistress, anger issues, and probably a drinking problem.

But the show’s genius — and where Harrelson and, particularly, McConaughey elevate True Detective to another level — is how the writers handle the frequent time-jumps to 2012. We soon learn that, 17 years later, an identical ritual murder to the one in 1995 has occurred, though the first murder was supposedly solved by Hart and Cohle. (We don’t learn any of the details; that would spoil the first mystery). We see Hart and Cohle, several times in each episode, in what can best be called “flash forwards,” as they are being questioned, separately, by cops in 2012.

Hart has lost his hair and his marriage, and is running a private security firm. Cohle is a pony-tailed, chain-smoking alcoholic who does menial work to feed his habit. McConaughey inhales this role like a Marlboro, lives it, owns it.

Much of the power of True Detective stems from, well, its weirdness: the bizarre, rural characters — revival preachers, shade tree mechanics, teenage whores, bar hustlers — and the continuing revelations about its two protagonists: Cohle’s quaalude habit, his fetishistic, sometimes violent, investigatory techniques; Hart’s drinking and womanizing. They’re an odd couple, but irresistible.

What happened to the two men in the years between the two murders is yet another mystery to savor, as small details emerge. Did Cohle have an affair with Hart’s wife? Maybe. Did either — or both — of these men cover up something 17 years ago, letting a murderer go free, somehow? We don’t know.

Like every thing else in True Detective, information comes in small bits, like a jigsaw puzzle scattered over half a county. Once in a while, you find an interesting piece, like that abandoned church with scrawled paintings. Or that weird barn with the freaky totem. Or that Twin Peaks-ish country brothel. But how does it all fit together? I don’t know, but I’m going to keep watching.

True Detective

Sundays, 8 p.m.

HBO

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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.