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Tomorrow Belongs to Nazis — “Cabaret” Remains Stubbornly Relevant

“We are Americans, and the future belongs to us.” — POTUS.

Inspired by Christopher Isherwood’s story “Goodbye to Berlin” and the subsequent play I Am a Camera, the Kander & Ebb musical, Cabaret, shows three distinct snapshots of Germany during Hitler’s rise to power. First, there’s a sentimental Berlin, where a little old German landlady and a little old Jewish grocer might laugh and make loving, bawdy metaphors over a bowl of fruit. There’s also a decadent, enticing Berlin, where transvestites and taxi dancers guzzle gin and dance in a sleepless celebration of flesh. And then there’s the Berlin where Nazis multiply and metastasize like cancer cells. It’s the last snapshot I want to focus on.

Where did all those Nazis come from? Hitler took inspiration from many places, but was a particular fan of American Industrialist Henry Ford, who acquired a weekly periodical called The Dearborn Independent, transforming it into a vehicle for his virulent brand of anti-semitism. Indeed, the ceaseless, almost century-long campaign against “liberalism” in media — a complaint whose ubiquity has made it conventional wisdom, undermining virtually all trust in American information workers — is essentially a politically refined twin of Ford’s fear-mongering against, “the international Jew,” who controls the news and entertainment industry.

Tomorrow Belongs to Nazis — ‘Cabaret’ Remains Stubbornly Relevant

Ford’s anti-semitism wasn’t unique for the time but, as the man who created America’s automobile industry, he was uniquely credible and the power and influence he wielded was extraordinary. Before The Independent was shuttered amid lawsuits stemming from the paper’s relentless defamation, it had become the second-largest circulation periodical in America. Ford’s message about the threat of Jewish influence was carried forward by America’s own Nazis, the German American Bund who, in spite of having been highly active and organized in the run up to WWII, have been virtually wiped from the public memory. The Bund protested for pro-Nazi media and their rally at Madison Square Garden filled the house. In short, while few images define how America sees itself like Jack Kirby’s cartoon of Captain America punching Hitler in the face, the real story’s more like a comic book plot than the big cultural myth. Our Nazis went underground, and stayed undefeated. They didn’t have to reintegrate into the American fabric, because they were already part the American fabric. At some point it became impolite to make even the most appropriate Nazi comparisons, because the horror of the Holocaust was incomparable, a fact lending cover to the movement’s provenance and evolution.

As a side note, the famous image of Captain America punching Hitler came out a year before America entered into WWII. Not only was America not at war with Germany when Kirby drew the image, 75 percent of the the US opposed war with the Nazis.

Germans were devastated by WWI. Crippled by debt and a deadlocked parliament, the country was ripe for a despot like Hitler. In much the same way economic anxieties in the U.S. have been channeled into racial tension, creating a permanent American underclass, Germany was looking for somebody to blame for its struggles and disgrace. Decadent Weimar culture made an easy target, and Henry Ford’s international Jew made an easy scapegoat. While focusing on Berlin’s Kit Kat Club, and those inside the orbit of British singer and bon vivant Sally Bowles, Cabaret seeks to answer what have long been regarded as unanswerable questions: How could it happen? And where did the monsters come from?

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They didn’t come from anywhere, of course. They were already there, waiting for representation. They were waiting for a leader to say out loud the kinds of things they were already whispering to their children. America always had Nazis — lots of them! They didn’t come from anywhere, and they didn’t vanish when conscription made certain views seditious. They just went back to being good folks, if a little more conservative than most. All they’ve ever needed to activate was a little representation.

I haven’t seen Playhouse on the Square’s Cabaret revival yet, but plan to be in the audience opening night. Broadway’s book is different than Bob Fosse’s nearly perfect film, and how the material is interpreted and contextualized matters. Thematically, it couldn’t have arrived at a more appropriate time. Again.

Here’s a video preview created by Playhouse on the Square. Have a look. 

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Opinion Viewpoint

Time to End Money Bail

Nationally, over half a million people are held in local jails, and a majority of them are being held pre-trial because they cannot afford their bail.

Ending the practice of money bail has garnered widespread attention in recent years. Research​ has shown that money bail does not improve public safety and does not increase the likelihood of ensuring a person’s appearance in court. Furthermore, jailing people because they cannot afford bail is essentially wealth-based detention, which violates established values of fairness, equal protection, and due process outlined in the constitution. Money bail and pre-trial detention have devastating consequences for individuals, families, and communities. When people are arrested and held on bail, they are put at risk of losing their jobs, housing, and custody of children. Moreover, people who are jailed because of the inability to post bail are often left vulnerable to accepting plea agreements as a way to get out of jail. These consequences disproportionately impact low-income communities of color.

The clear injustices of the money bail system led us to launch our End Money Bail and Pre-trial Detention Campaign in 2017, starting with our Black Mama’s Day Bail Out. Since Mother’s Day 2017, we have bailed over 30 black women and other community members out of jail and provided supportive services such as housing, job support, legal support, support with paying electricity bills, and transportation.

In Shelby County, there are more than 2,000 people who are confined to jail — these are our mamas, siblings, and caregivers. Their lives, dreams, and futures matter to us, and we know that a cage is no place for the people we love. When they are locked away in pre-trial detention awaiting their trial or for their case to be resolved, our families and communities suffer. Children miss school, bedtime stories, family dinners, and meaningful time with their parents. Communities miss out on the laughs, wisdom, and care that our caregivers provide when they are confined to jail because they do not have the money to pay for bail. Just one day in jail has a huge impact on community members and their communities.

This year will be our third year bailing out black mamas and caregivers for Mother’s Day. We focus on black women (both cis and trans) because they have continuously been victims of the vicious criminal legal system, but their experiences are often overlooked and excluded from conversations about reform. When black mamas and caregivers are taken from our communities, they are confined to jails that lack adequate mental health care, forced to eat food that lacks nutrition, and forced to sleep in overcrowded jail cells.

The criminal legal system often arrests and locks people in overcrowded jails while people are in their most vulnerable state, often destroying their dreams and what they’ve worked so hard to build. Because we know this, we are committed to doing what this system cannot and will not do: meeting the supportive services needs of our mamas and caregivers. A donation to our bail out is a donation to making sure caregivers are home with their loved ones this holiday, with the support that they need. Donations from the past have helped us provide housing, health care, transportation, and job support to community members we bail out. It is our hope that our other community members will work with us again to raise money to bail out the people who mean so much to our communities.

We are committed to fighting for the freedom and humanity of our people and creating communities where our people have their basic needs met. And in the tradition of our ancestors and elders, we are paying for each other’s freedom until bail and pre-trial detention are abolished and our government invests in our communities. We are working to redefine public safety so that it includes investment in our communities and divestment from systems and institutions that fail to keep us safe.

Our families and loved ones deserve freedom, not cages. They deserve to live in communities where public safety is an investment into stronger supportive services infrastructure and divestment from ineffective and inhumane policing, prosecution, and jails.

We invite people to join this movement by donating to our fund at https://midsouthpeace.org/blm. Contact ​blacklivesmattermemphis@gmail.com​ for more ways to get involved with our campaign to end money bail and pre-trial detention.

Shahidah Jones, Erica Perry, and Briana Perry are with the Official Black Lives Matter Memphis Chapter.

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We Recommend We Recommend

Satan & Adam at Crosstown Arts

“Oh, She Was Pretty” is a record collector’s dream, recorded in 1966 for Ray Charles’ Tangerine label. Sterling Magee tells the usual story about a woman who did him wrong, and the reason he’d do it all again. His rough and reedy voice rides a relentless tick-tock beat, accented by shimmering piano and growling, muted horns. It wasn’t a hit, but it’s a perfect dance single — the kind of obscure mover U.K. soul fanatics call “a cracker,” with raw foundations foreshadowing Magee’s future career as a street performer, working Harlem’s 125th Street as an amped up one-man-band.

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Sterling Magee (left) and Adam Gussow

By the mid 1980s, Magee, who’d backed James Brown at the Apollo, went by the name Satan — later amended to Mr. Satan — and was playing for tips just a stone’s throw from the storied music theater. That’s where he was working when Adam Gussow, an Ivy League grad on a blues pilgrimage, did that cringey thing blues tourists sometimes do and asked if he could sit in on harmonica. Only this street jam led to a kind of apprenticeship, and a chance encounter with U2 while the band was filming Rattle & Hum, led to notariety, expanded opportunity, and unforeseen dilemmas.

Today, Gussow teaches literature at Ole Miss; Satan’s retired in Gulfport. Filmmaker Scott Balcerek followed the duo for 20 years and his film Satan & Adam screens at Crosstown Arts Thursday, May 2nd, as part of a new weekly series.

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We Recommend We Recommend

Hamilton tickets on sale Friday

It’s like clockwork. Every few weeks since The Orpheum announced that Lin-Manuel Miranda’s hit musical Hamilton was coming to Memphis in 2019, some shocked theater fan contacts the Flyer, scandalized by exorbitant ticket costs. Thing is, until this week, no tickets to Hamilton in Memphis have actually been on sale. None will be available till May 3rd, and the Orpheum warns against using third-party websites other than Ticketmaster.

“These sites are charging what they think they can get when tickets are in short supply,” Orpheum President and CEO Brett Batterson explains. “They hope they can get tickets and fill the orders, but people who sent money six months ago could be told they don’t have a ticket. Or worse, they might be sold a counterfeit ticket.”

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“I am not throwing away my shot” … at scoring tickets to Hamilton.

Scalping and third party sales aren’t uncommon, but the enormous success of Hamilton makes it a unique problem for theaters.

Hamilton has been a phenomenon like I’ve never seen in my career,” Batterson says. “We’ve had big shows like Wicked, Book of Mormon, and Phantom of the Opera, but Hamilton has taken off like nothing before it. So we’re doing more to protect the consumer than we’ve ever done. We’re requiring people to go online and become ‘verified fans,’ which proves you’re not a robot or a scalper. We’re not doing that to make it difficult to get tickets. We’re doing that to make sure tickets get into the hands of consumers.”

Tickets will also be available at The Orpheum May 3rd, but can only be purchased in person. To make the process fair and make camping out unnecessary, The Orpheum will give out numbered wristbands and then hold a lottery. “If you’re in line by 8 o’clock you’ll get a wristband,” says Batterson, who’s expecting the musical to sell out in three to four hours.

Those who don’t get tickets on day one may not be out of luck. “There will be other tickets released between the on sale date and the actual show,” Batterson assures. “So people should keep looking at Ticketmaster, even if they don’t get tickets on that day.”

Batterson also warns ticket buyers to cover their codes if they take selfies. Counterfitters love ticket selfies.

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Film Features Film/TV

Avengers: Endgame

J.K. Rowling was a godsend for the publishing industry. Her seven Harry Potter books, published from 1997 to 2007, shifted more than 500 million units worldwide for Scholastic, and taught a generation to love reading.

But in recent years, a question has arisen: Did Harry Potter really teach a generation to love reading, or did it just teach them to love Harry Potter?

When Warner Bros. came calling to J.K. Rowling in 2001, it would prove to be a fateful moment in film history. Film franchises were nothing new, but movie audiences were not expected to keep track of plots longer than a trilogy. Rowling’s dense plotting and expansive dramatis personae made Star Wars look like a family squabble. Like publishers before them, producers tried to reverse engineer the Potter magic. The only person to crack the problem was Kevin Feige, an associate producer on 2000’s X-Men who was hired to wring maximum value from Marvel Comics.

Robert Downey Jr. (above) faces his fate as Avengers: Endgame closes out the Marvel Decade.

Feige looked at an audience raised on Rowling’s serialized storytelling, and saw that Marvel’s rotating staff of underpaid fabulists had produced ample material to feed the formula. With Marvel’s most popular characters under the control of Sony, he turned to the Avengers to provide the spine of the 22-film story. The Marvel movies are literary adaptations, but they’re not high fantasy. A cool character on the cover is what moves comic book units. So is it with the Marvel films, which always choose character moments over coherent plotting. Crossovers are good cross marketing, which is why She-Hulk was briefly a member of the Fantastic Four, and why the Hulk is the co-star of Thor: Ragnarok.

Like Potter, the Marvel series milked the ending by splitting the finale into two movies. Deathly Hallows put most of its sentimental character beats in part one, then loaded on the action in part two. The final two Avengers attempted the reverse: Infinity War hewed to the model Joss Whedon had laid down, until the good guys lost. Endgame‘s first hour is about dealing with loss. Steve Rogers (Chris Evans) throws himself into service. Natasha Romanov (Scarlett Johansson) numbly keeps trying to superhero in a world beyond saving. Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) has hung up his super suit and had a baby with Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow). Bruce Banner (Mark Ruffalo) has made peace with his Hulk-nature and gone green full time. Thor (Chris Hemsworth) gets drunk. Then, five years after Thanos’ (Josh Brolin) snap heard ’round the universe, Ant-Man (Paul Rudd) escapes from the Quantum Realm with an idea. If you had “time travel” in the “How are they going to write their way out of THIS one?” pool, please collect your winnings.

Star Wars taught Generation X to love movies. Since the films were spaced three years apart, kids had to try other genres to find a fix to tide them over, thus expanding their tastes. But the average moviegoer sees four films in a theater annually, and Marvel has been averaging 2.5 movies per year for the last decade. There was no need to try other genres, because Marvel simply subsumed them. You want a paranoid thriller? Here’s Captain America: Civil War. Space opera? Guardians of the Galaxy. Endgame shuffles through genres in its three hour running time. It’s a Steven Soderberg heist film. It disses Back to the Future, then lifts the structure of Back to the Future Part II to create a kind of clip show of the Marvel Decade. And just when you thought we’d escape without a Marvel Third Act, everybody you’ve ever met fights everybody else. Surprise!

The real meat of the Marvel films is not the wham-bam, but the little character moments. Endgame delivers those by splitting its gargantuan cast into unexpected pairs. Hulk finds himself negotiating with The Ancient One (Tilda Swinton) in the middle of a raging battle. As the time war escalates and cause and effect starts to go all loosey-goosey, secret acting weapon Karen Gillan as Nebula pairs off against her past self, and Tony Stark makes peace with his dead father.

To say Feige succeeded in his decadal quest to perfect the formula is like saying “the atomic bomb exploded.” It’s true, but it fails to convey the scale. Endgame‘s $350 million opening weekend is the most profitable three days in the 120-year history of the American movie theater industry. Is it actually good? Not as a movie — but it’s not designed to be a movie. It’s a series finale. It’s a last chance to hang out with your super friends. Its bladder-busting length will be much more digestible when consumed on the new Disney+ streaming service.

As the dust clears, Disney stands like Thanos astride Earth-616. They have won, but what kind of world is left behind? The House of Mouse’s acquisition of 20th Century Fox has led to 4,000 layoffs and dozens of projects which can’t be Potter-fied have been cancelled. For all intents and purposes, the theatrical film industry is now Disney and a few minor players. We will soon discover whether Marvel taught a generation to love movies, or just taught a generation to love Marvel.

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Theater Theater Feature

Theatre Memphis stages a screwball classic.

It would seem that Kaufman & Hart’s barb-laden comedy, The Man Who Came to Dinner, is woven into the tapestry of Theatre Memphis’ identity. It’s the last play the company staged before leaving its old digs inside the Pink Palace pool house and moving into the custom-built space on Perkins Ext. In 2002, as the company attempted to re-ground itself under new leadership, the screwball comedy was revived, with several original cast members returning to perform. Now, as Theatre Memphis preps for an abbreviated 100th season, and a round of major innovation, Sheridan Whiteside — an unforgettable character inspired by celebrity critic Alexander Woollcott — is back in the spotlight, and as petty and domineering as ever. It’s a first-rate production, too, with Jason Spitzer starring as the titular man. But I’ve got to admit, I don’t entirely get it.

As a fan of the author’s, and to a lesser extent, the play, I didn’t really get the point of reviving this gossipy, name-dropping tour of vintage celebrity culture 17 years ago, and it’s not like the material is any fresher today. Still, it’s a clever thing and expertly staged. The Man Who Came to Dinner is an archetypal romantic comedy dipped in satire, but for maximum enjoyment, more than a little cultural literacy is absolutely required. That’s not a bad thing, but those not dialed into Woollcott’s world of the rich and famous may sometimes feel left out of the conversation.

Come in and stay awhile.

There’s not much plot to The Man Who Came to Dinner, but so much goes on it can be difficult to keep up. Guests drop in and out. Thousands of cockroaches escape their enclosure. A wacky penguin rampage adds to hilarity. It all begins with a fall Whiteside suffers while visiting a private residence for dinner. The mouthy critic is misdiagnosed, told not to leave the house and to move as little as possible until he’s better. So, sparing no pomposity or expense, he proceeds to take over his host’s suburban home and ruin his secretary Maggie’s romance for fear that she’ll leave him.

Spitzer, who starred in The Drowsy Chaperone at Theatre Memphis, seems to be specializing in “man in chair” roles. This time around, his chair has wheels, but if you liked Spitzer in the musical, you’ll love him for similar reasons here. Kinon Keplinger is likewise fine as a stand in for British playwright and showman, Noel Coward. The same goes for Emily F. Chateau, as Whiteside’s indispensable assistant and confidant Maggie, and Jai Johnson as Lorraine Sheldon, a lovestruck starlet looking for a good script. The whole ensemble is first rate, with several terrifically quirky character turns by local favorites like Barry Fuller and Louise Levin.

One hundred years is a long time, and a little comfort food in the face of change may not be a bad thing at all. Even if The Man Who Came to Dinner doesn’t have much to say in 2019, it doesn’t say it with gusto and real panache. And maybe, for a community in mourning, there’s more going on at Theatre Memphis than meets the eye.

Beloved Memphis actor John Rone’s first performance at Theatre Memphis was in The Man Who Came to Dinner, prior to its move to Perkins. He also performed in the revival, where, during a blistering Memphis day, he famously quipped, “If you think it’s hot up there now, wait till I do my number in act 2.” Rone, who recently retired from Rhodes College after 40 years of service and who died earlier this year, was also a director, and committed fan of Memphis theater. On Saturday, April 27th, a group of Memphis actors walked onto the set of The Man Who Came to Dinner to share stories about Rone and memorialize him with scenes from past productions. The house was packed for the perfect sendoff. He truly was “the man,” and whether it’s your cup of tea or no, TM’s latest take on The Man Who Came to Dinner is every bit as elegant and wicked as he was.

The Man Who Came to Dinner is at Theatre Memphis through May 12th.

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News The Fly-By

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Neverending Lawler

Anticipating the opening of Avengers: Endgame last week, Memphis wrestling icon/comic book fan Jerry Lawler tweeted a picture of himself wearing Thanos’ Infinity Gauntlet.

Now, with the snap of his fingers, Lawler can pile-drive half the comedians in universe. That’s a super gimmick.

Neverending Gannett

Gannett Co., owner of The Commercial Appeal, may have scored a victory in its fight to fend off a takeover by MNG, the hedge fund-owned media ownership group run by Alden Global Capital.

MNG, a minority Gannett stakeholder, recalled three of the six board members the company ran for election to the Gannett board of directors. An article in the Gannett-owned USA Today said MNG’s move means it could not control Gannett’s eight-member board, “even if its candidates are elected.”

Tech and media analyst Chuck DelGrande said in the story the “smart money would conclude” that Gannett has prevailed in its effort to resist the takeover attempt. Companies like MNG have inspired changes in the industry like the consolidation of business operations, regional hubs for editing and layout, selling off physical assets like presses and real estate, and more.

Gannett shareholders, who may yet be tempted by MNG’s history of cutting its way to double-digit profits, will vote on new board members May 16th.

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News The Fly-By

Legal Status

Four transgender Tennesseans sued the state last week to challenge a law prohibiting them from changing the gender marker on their birth certificates.

The case was filed by Lambda Legal, a national advocacy group working for the civil rights of lesbians, gay men, bisexuals, transgender people, and those with HIV. A lead plaintiff in the case is Kayla Gore, 33, of Memphis.

Tennessee is one of only three states, including Kansas and Ohio, that bars citizens from changing their gender on their birth certificate.

Gore told us that having incorrect information on her birth certificate has had real-world consequences and, more simply, “everyone should be respected for who they are.” — Toby Sells

Lambda Legal

Gore speaking in Nashville last week.

Memphis Flyer: How did you get involved in this lawsuit?

Kayla Gore: My birth certificate is the only identity document that is inconsistent with who I am, and I have been waiting a long time to be able to correct it.

Working in Tennessee, assisting other transgender people to correct their identity documents, including their name and gender, also made me want to get involved. Constantly telling transgender people born in Tennessee they couldn’t correct their birth certificate is not something I want to keep saying to people.

I’d reached out to national organizations to see if these corrections could be possible, but Tennessee has completely prohibited them, unlike pretty much every other state. Once Lambda Legal contacted me about the possibility to sue our governor and the state of Tennessee in order to make it possible, I had to get involved.

MF: What is it like having the incorrect gender on your official documents? How does it make you feel?

KG: Not having a birth certificate that reflects my true gender makes me feel incomplete. It is a constant reminder that the state of Tennessee does not acknowledge me for who I am.

MF: Can you give me an example of how having the incorrect gender on those documents has affected you in a real-world way?

KG: Not having an accurate birth certificate caused me to have awkward and invasive conversations about my transgender status with prospective employers, as well as dissuaded me at times from applying to other jobs.

It has also made entering school an even harder experience. Going through the process of correcting your records with the federal government, student loan officers, and, then, my old college delayed my registration date for school.

Having to expose my transgender status to strangers over the phone caused problems, and I had to explain why my birth certificate says male but my Tennessee identification card says female. These agencies treated me as if I was lying about who I was, because my identity documents didn’t match up.

MF: What would you say to someone who thinks we don’t need to change these policies?

KG: Everyone should be respected for who they are. We, as transgender and gender nonconforming people, are entitled to take autonomy over our own lives and be able to have identity documents consistent with who we are, just as everybody else does. This includes our Tennessee birth certificates.

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The Music Issue

Gary Clark Jr.: The Triumph of the Riff

“No other people in the land have as yet evolved a characteristic idiom that relects a more open, robust, and affirmative dispostion toward diversity and change. Nor is any other idiom more smoothly geared to open-minded improvisation. The blues tradition, a tradition of confrontation and improvisation … is indigenous to the United States along with the Yankee tradition and that of the backwoodsman.”

— Albert Murray, The Omni-Americans

We don’t want, we don’t want your kind

We think you’s a dog born

Fuck you, I’m America’s son

This is where I come from

This land is mine

This land is mine

— Gary Clark Jr., “This Land”

Blues may come and blues may go, but they color every facet of American culture in ways we hardly recognize. Ironically, it’s easy to lose sight of that in Memphis, where the blues in their most traditional forms rule the night, often viewed by experimentalists and punks as part and parcel of a mainstream culture they’re trying to escape. Here, and in other hubs like Chicago and Kansas City, where the blues is “a thing,” the celebration of the blues in their most distilled expression can obscure the fact that they color all of America’s identity, even the avant garde. For Albert Murray, the music is the ultimate expression of African Americans’ contribution to the national character. Black Americans, in his eyes, are the Omni-Americans, the template for all of us, due in part the blues’ celebration of diversity in the face of dislocation and disenfranchisement.

While hipper musicians are often disdainful of Murray’s traditionalist musical tastes, one can readily see his larger point. For the blues, built on the marriage of riff, rhythm, and rhyme, have informed every aspect of our popular culture. And as American pop culture has overtaken the world, so too have the principles of the blues. Which is only a more long-winded way of saying what the ever-insightful Jim Dickinson distilled into a catchphrase, glib but true: “World boogie is coming”™.

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Gary Clark Jr.

Perhaps no contemporary artist captures the ongoing power and relevance of the blues as well as Gary Clark Jr. Rising from the multicultural hotbed of Austin, he’s taken a deep understanding of actual blues riffs into new territory, freely cross-referencing hip-hop, funk, soul, and rock in his all-consuming appetite for innovation. Clark’s genius is to weave the diversity of our sound-bite universe seamlessly into a coherent vision, using the versatility of the blues.

He’ll be one of the headliners helping to close out the embarassment of riches that is the annual Beale Street Music Festival. With so much star power of such diversity converging here over three days, the real challenge will be choosing who to see at any given time. To keep the inspiration flowing, you might challenge yourself to find common threads between such eclectic talents as Cardi B, the Killers, BlocBoy JB, the Claypool Lennon Delirium, and others.

One such thread, I would argue, is the blues. It will be most obvious at the Coca-Cola Blues Tent, which will feature such masters as Bettye LaVette and William Bell, not to mention Memphis’ own Barbara Blue backed by the legendary Bernard Purdy on drums. Beyond that, you’ll find endless variations on riff, rhythm, and rhyme. And Clark’s Sunday appearance on the Bud Light Stage might just provide the perfect capstone to the weekend, tying it all together.

Clark isn’t working in a vacuum, of course. As trends have come and gone in American music, the blues, and its more cosmopolitan cousin, soul music, have been a constant and steadily growing presence. If the blues meta-template has subliminally steered nearly all American music (even in hip-hop, where the riffs are often samples of others’ riffs, radically recontextualized), music wearing the blues influence on its sleeve never went away. Our city’s International Blues Challenge and Blues Music Awards are only samples of a globally expanding interest in the genre. The North Mississippi Allstars have, for example, worked stages around the world for more than 20 years, pairing traditional blues with a thirst for other forms such as jam rock, folk, hip-hop and even EDM. They’re often to be seen at the Beale Street Music Festival, although this year we’ll have to wait until they open up the summer’s Orion Free Music Concert Series at Levitt Shell on May 31st.

They’re kindred spirits to Clark, both in the diversity of their influences and the way their fan-base cuts across traditional boundaries. If Luther and Cody Dickinson have always brought a little of their father’s punk energy to everything they do, so, too, does Gary Clark Jr. Though Jim Dickinson railed against modern day Beale Street as a “four-block theme park devoid of soul,” he never lost sight of the power of the blues to channel one’s rage against the status quo, most recently summed up by Clark: “Fuck you, I’m America’s son.”

It’s a sentiment for our times, a strident affirmation of belonging in the face of bigotry. In the song “This Land,” inspired by a real-life encounter with a white man who refused to believe Clark owned his own land, his literal ownership of property becomes the claim he stakes on this nation as a whole. And in Clark’s case, the statement is made in the context of the olive branch he holds out to stereotypically white forms. His heavier-than-molten-steel take on Lennon and McCartney’s “Come Together” is sure to please any Guns ‘n Roses fan, and elsewhere he carries the torch of Jimi Hendrix into this century with panache.

Turning on a dime, he can also evoke earthy pre-war blues with tunes like “The Governor.” Or deftly channel the sweet sounds of soul, evoking Curtis Mayfield or Prince with his expressive falsetto. It’s all part of this virtuoso’s take on nothing less than the whole of American music. As synthesizers mesh freely with bottleneck guitar, he’s refreshing our view of the past and charting a course for our future.

— Alex Greene

St. Paul & the Broken Bones: Working on a Process

When you talk about Southern values, family certainly ranks as a significant cornerstone. For Paul Janeway, lead singer of St. Paul & the Broken Bones, it was inspiration for the collection of songs that make up Young Sick Camellia, the third studio offering from the Alabama octet.

Not unlike the two albums that preceded it, 2014’s Half the City and the 2016 follow-up Sea of Noise, Camellia is a gritty batch of gut-bucket soul framed by on-point horn arrangements and driven by Janeway’s vocal phrasing that bounces between a biting falsetto and yearning croon. Janeway, who hails from the rural Alabama burg of Chelsea, started the project by decided he wanted to record a trio of EPs inspired by the relationship between his grandfather, dad, and himself.

McNair Evans

St. Paul & the Broken Bones

“I think when we got done with record two, I kind of knew where I wanted to go almost immediately. Once I’m done with a record, I want to know where I’m going next and it’s kind of what I did with this,” Janeway explained in a recent phone interview. “For me, initially, it was to make three EPs. It was going to be through my eyes, my father’s eyes, and my grandfather’s eyes. I had a desire to do it because they are complicated relationships, which I kind of think a lot of people can relate to. It doesn’t have to be a father, but family in general. For me, I wanted to kind of work through that. This is kind of part one and I just had this desire to do it through my kind of lens. It became a bigger project than I thought.”

When it came time to tackle this considerable undertaking, Janeway and his bass-playing collaborator, Jesse Phillips, were in the middle of trying to find a producer who would help facilitate their creative vision. Columbia Records CEO/chairman Ron Perry suggested the duo meet with Jack Splash, best known for working with hip-hop/R&B artists like Kendrick Lamar, Goodie Mob, and Alicia Keys. It didn’t take long to find plenty of common creative ground.

“On the musical end, it was one of those things where we worked with Jack Splash, a producer that was ‘out of our realm.’ That was musically important because it changed things for us. For him, he was just enthusiastic about the project. For us, it felt right and we just kind of led with our guts. If it feels right, then it probably is right on the creative and artistic side,” Janeway explained. “It was kind of like a blind date in a lot of ways, when you do these kinds of things. We had our publishing company and the record company tell us to talk to this guy to see if we liked him, and we really liked him and kind of hit it off almost initially. We said it was an open canvas, that we needed to figure out what to do. Working with him, he’s an overly positive guy. He extracts the best effort out of everybody, which is really what a producer should do.”

Having grown up as a preacher’s kid, Janeway brings the kind of performative fervor as equally to the studio as he does to the stage, not unlike musical forbearers/influences like Sam Cooke and Al Green did a generation before. Highlights include “Apollo,” a delectable mash-up of Hammond organ, funky synth squiggles and a dash of ambient psychedelia punctuated by lyrics like “Lookin’ down from my orbit/Captain, can you get her to call me?” Elsewhere, cuts like the stop-and-stutter “Convex” and the string-kissed “GotItBad” pump up the grooves in a way that anyone who’s ever been sucked in by the late Sharon Jones or Charles Bradley will immediately gravitate to and embrace. Equally entrancing is the dreamy soul of “Concave.”

Adding to the esoteric vibe infusing this collection of songs are snippets of dialogue from conversations Janeway recorded with his late grandfather that are interspersed throughout the album. Camellia closes with “Bruised Fruit,” a ballad that finds Janeway dialing down and delivering a performance that builds off the slightest bit of orchestration, mournful horn charts and sparse piano accompaniment that frames couplets like “You did nothing right/you did nothing wrong/But no one seems to recall the love that you gave/The love that you forsake.” It all comes off as equal parts substantial, dark, and life-affirming.

While Janeway and Phillips had been the main ones to steer St. Paul and the Broken Bones, the decision to rope the remaining members into the creative process for the current record proved to be a successful and rewarding one.

“I think our approach this time around was just kind of open and we went many different ways. There are songs on this record that the trombone player wrote. And some of the songs were written with me, Jack, and Jesse,” he said. “We had a drop box, and anyone who had any sort of musical idea could put it in and I could choose what I was feeling. ‘Apollo’ was written in the studio, with all eight of us in the room. Honestly, it was the best because we learned over time that there are many ways up a mountain. Obviously, if you’re afforded the time, that was what was really great about it. Honestly, this is the most prepared we’ve ever been for a record, and that’s a good feeling.”

Having spent a significant time performing live, including a memorable stint opening for the Rolling Stones, St. Paul & the Broken Bones are a road-tested bunch eager to expose fans to their latest evolutionary direction.

“[We’re going to do] mostly new stuff,” Janeway said. “We’re getting to the point where we’re singing some of these songs for six years and it starts wearing thin. You don’t want to mess up what got you to the dance obviously, but you want to change a little bit. I think every record, you should have a different show. Even what I wear is different. We recently did a test run and went to Texas and we were doing the new show. I think the energy of the crowd and audience has never been better, and that’s a good sign because you don’t know [how it’s going to be] until you do it.” — Dave Gil de Rubio

Southern Avenue: Threads of Blues and Soul

Of all the threads of blues and soul woven through this year’s Beale Street Music Festival, few have been more inspiring than Memphis’ own Southern Avenue. From the beginning, they’ve struck many as marking a watershed moment, not only for their youthful enthusiasm for older forms, but as a flagship act for the briefly revitalized Stax label. Since their first gig in September of 2015, they’ve gone from success to success, to the point where an appearance at Memphis in May’s musical extravaganza is the norm, not the exception.

While their early days were marked by a search for their true identity, the past year has seen the solidification of both the band’s sonic stamp and its personnel, now consisting of Tierinii Jackson (lead vocals) Ori Naftaly (guitar), Jeremy Powell (keyboards), Tikyra Jackson (drums, vocals), and Gage Markey (bass). I recently spoke with Naftaly, who also writes much of the band’s material, about the changes they’ve seen in the past two years and where he thinks it’s all headed.

David McClister

Southern Avenue

Memphis Flyer: It seems like Southern Avenue is touring a lot these days. What have been some of the highlights?

Ori Naftaly: In the past year or two, we’ve had so many amazing moments. With the North Mississippi Allstars, with JJ Grey, and the Revivalists. Galactic. Marcus King. For me, the Lockn’ Festival was definitely a huge moment, being able to play next to all of these people. There was a huge crowd, and then the other bands: Tedeschi Trucks Band, George Clinton and P-Funk, George Porter Jr. and Zigaboo Modeliste with the Foundation of Funk. So, playing the show itself, and then the green room experience. Shaking Bob Weir’s hand, talking to Tedeschi and Trucks. And Tierinii and me meeting John Mayer. That whole day was unique. And then we couldn’t stay. I hear four songs by the Dead and we had to leave for the next show. So we never felt like we really concluded the night, the day, the experience. We left with our jaws open. Lockn’ was huge, for sure, for all of us.

What’s on the horizon for you, as far as touring?

ON: Just a week ago, Tedeschi Trucks announced that we would support them on their tour in November. They were checking out a lot of bands, and we were really biting our nails until we found out that we were the ones. They take it very very seriously. I think what made it all happen was that Lockn’ show, where I got to talk to Derek for 20 minutes. A Tedeschi Trucks support tour is huge for us. I’ve been a fan since I was a kid. I’ve seen them all my life, and I’ve been playing since I was 5. Like us, Susan Tedeschi did the International Blues Challenge, years and years ago.

You’re about to release a new album, Keep On, on Concord. How has your sound evolved since the first record?

Fans have known many of the new songs for a while. Especially “Whiskey Love” and “Lucky.” Those two songs have been with us for a year now. We wrote on tour, we wrote in the van. We recorded songs on our days off. And we ended up not seeing our family like Tierinii’s kids and Jeremy’s daughter for two extra weeks. It was a lot of stress. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into this record.

With the first one, we were stirring the pot of what Southern Avenue is, and with this one we’re more grounded. It’s an evolution. I remember the first record: Half of it was recorded by me and Kevin [Houston] in a studio in East Memphis, with zero budget. It was done very independently — we’re talking about a very primal version of Southern Avenue. I couldn’t afford overdubs for solos. With the new record, we had time on a lot of them to plan and have a vision. “Keep On” is a song where we wanted to have this Isaac Hayes vibe. A retro soul sound. And then “Whiskey Love” is a perfect Southern Avenue kind of jam. Throughout the album, I wanted to bring in new elements, but I wanted them to be vintage, not new. So I brought a Mellotron [a tape-based proto-sampler from the 1960s] and used it on specific songs. And it’s not a plug in, it’s a real Mellotron being played. I think the Mellotron, mixed with the already heavy vocals and background vocals and horns, having all that together, it really gives this album a lot of air, a lot of breathing. You can hear a lot of space.

How was it working with William Bell on “We’ve Got the Music”?

That was so much fun. That dude is very in the know and very sharp. He still knows every corner in town. He’s very very hip. We had a great time writing together. I had a vision for the song, and he was really into it and kept taking the concept further and further, deeper and deeper into the essence of “we’re all the same, and what connects us is music.” And when everything brings you down and life is hard, it’s okay, you got the music. He loved it, and he was like, ‘Okay, let’s do this.’ I brought the bass line, and then Tikyra Jackson contributed a lot. It make us feel like we’re doing something right.

Working with him must have felt like a culmination of your being on Stax for the first album.

Being on Stax, we felt like we found a hole in the matrix, and we managed to squeeze in just in time. Because they’re not doing new releases any more that I know of. I don’t know why. Even more, we feel like we were really able to stretch the matrix and find a spot in their catalog. I think the first one is so Staxxy. That album was as Memphis as anything gets.

The new one will be on Concord. And that’s good. I’m happy about that. The Stax thing was amazing, but it was also limiting in the way it affected people’s perceptions and expectations. And we just wanna be a band. We will always be Stax, but even at Stax, the sound was always changing, you know? Now we can just be who we are. — Alex Greene

Southern Avenue is hosting a signing and album listening party at the Stax Museum of American Soul Music on Sunday, May 5, at 2:00 PM.

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Beale Street Music Festival 2019: Friday

GATES OPEN AT 5 P.M.

Terminix stage …

Dirty Heads 6:20 p.m.

CHVRCHES 7:50 p.m.

Dave Matthews Band 9:30 p.m.

FedEx Stage …

Ravyn Lenae 6 p.m.

BlocBoy JB 7:20 p.m.

Lil Dicky 8:35 p.m.

Khalid 10:15 p.m.

Khalid

Bud Light Stage …

Saving Abel 5:45 p.m.

In This Moment 7:10 p.m.

Good Charlotte 8:50 p.m.

Shinedown 10:30 p.m.

Coca-Cola Blues Tent …

Brandon Santini 6:15 p.m.

Guitar Shorty 7:45 p.m.

Ghost Town Blues Band 9:25 p.m.

Bettye LaVette 11:05 p.m.