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Food & Drink Hungry Memphis

(Updated) Fino’s to Open June 6th

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Fino’s, the beloved Italian sandwich shop, will reopen on June 6th.

The restaurant will be open 7 days a week and offer breakfast and a coffee program.

Kelly English announced back in March that he would be taking over the Midtown Fino’s. He will not operate the East Memphis location, which will remain closed.

Here are some more points of interest:

• Classic menu items will be kept, but with the addition of breakfast items and pizza
(pizza may not roll out first day though)
• There will be a few opening events – one specifically for Fino’s
super fans (we will hold a contest online for that). 50 people will be
invited) to try menu items.
• Fino’s will have an updated look, but it will still feel very familiar to Fino’s regulars.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Just Desserts

You can thank Jenny Dempsey for McEwen’s signature banana cream pie dessert.

Dempsey, 46, McEwen’s pastry chef, simplified the restaurant’s old recipe in 2000.

“I just made a typical French Bavarian cream,” she says. “And still put bananas in the crust. Still did the three layers. That was it.”

mini banana cream pies

Fellow McEwen’s employees did a blind taste test to compare Dempsey’s pie with the old version. “They said, ‘That one.’ I said, ‘Good. That’s the new one. That’s mine.'”

Her banana cream pie recipe isn’t a secret. “It’s out there,” she says. “It’s been in Southern Living. It’s been in Bon Appetit. There’s a copy of it somewhere on the computer.”

The McEwen’s menu also includes Dempsey’s key lime cheesecake, creme brulee, cobblers, sorbet, triple coconut cake, and chocolate love — a flourless chocolate torte.

Her desserts range from the simple to the elaborate. “I had a friend that loved tequila, so I did a tequila-infused cake at one point. With a lime frosting. It was so good. I did a chocolate-covered bacon chocolate cake one time.”

Which is pretty good for somebody who isn’t into eating sweet concoctions. “I’m not really a dessert person.”

Lemon Bavarian cream custard

She used to eat a lot of hard candy, Dempsey says. “Fruit’s my candy these days. Pineapple. Cherries. An apple.”

Growing up in Hollywood Beach, Florida, Dempsey didn’t eat Southern desserts such as chess and pecan pies. She taught herself how to make them after she moved to Memphis. “How to incorporate Southern items, using either nuts or maple syrup. Just the fresh fruit that comes in season here.”

Dempsey’s first kitchen experience was helping her dad with the cooking at home. “I got to do the peeling of the onions and the garlic, snap the peas, and things like that,” she says. “Nothing too fancy.”

Her first job was working in the kitchen at a Mexican fast-food restaurant. “When I turned 16, my dad dropped me off at the mall and said, ‘Go ahead and get a job.'”

She was interested in cooking, but she was also interested in art. “I took a lot of art classes in high school,” Dempsey says. “Especially toward the latter part. Clay artwork, drawing, painting, things like that.”

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Jenny Dempsey

Dempsey worked in an insurance agency for eight years until the company dissolved. In 1998, her aunt, Kathy Dempsey, an owner of Erling Jensen: The Restaurant, invited her to move to Memphis and work at the restaurant. “Back in the day, you didn’t hear of too many women chefs. And I was like, ‘I’m going to do this. This is what I’m going to do.'”

“I liked the creativity of using my hands. And then the passion. I wanted to learn how to cook,” she says. “I’d watch cooking shows. Jacques Pepin was my favorite Saturday morning. Jacques Torres, too. I was really into it. My dad, back in the day, we used to watch Justin Wilson together. Hilarious.”

Dempsey got into making desserts when she went to work with Jennifer Dickerson at Koto. “She would allow me to come up with the dessert special every week. It was hard to do. Japanese and classic French. Or American-style fusion dessert.”

The ingredients included “any kind of green tea and things like that. Crystalized ginger. Something along those lines. Poached pear plum wine.”

Dempsey wasn’t just interested in desserts. “I loved it all. I wanted to know all of it. I asked a lot of questions all the time. And as soon as I could get a position or a night that I could get on the grill or I could get on the saute, it was like, ‘Yeah.'”

Dickerson later moved to McEwen’s and asked Dempsey to be her pastry chef. “Really taught myself pastries at that point. Jennifer Dickerson and I would sit down and say, ‘This is what we’re thinking about doing. Let’s try to throw these ingredients together. Let’s make it a cake. Let’s do that.’ And it worked out.”

Dempsey worked for McEwen’s for five years before “taking a hiatus.” She went to work at the old Encore restaurant with chef Jose Gutierrez for two years, and then Yia Yia’s and Bari Ristorante. She worked for chef Karen Carrier at Mollie Fontaine Lounge, Beauty Shop Restaurant, and the old Do Sushi. She still works for Carrier at Another Roadside Attraction catering company.

Dempsey returned to McEwen’s as pastry chef in 2000.

Her days are busy. She began a recent day by churning a prickly pear sorbet and making cobbler, her ice cream base, a double batch of chocolate chip cookies, creme Anglaise, and chocolate sauce. “Tomorrow will be ganache-ing the flourless chocolate cake, coconut cakes — frost and bake; churn the ice cream. Creme brulee tomorrow. And that’s all I know right now. Oh, cheesecake. I need to make cheesecake, too.”

She makes 30 individual cobblers. “The latest one I did was a cinnamon mango.”

Dempsey tries to “maintain a happy demeanor” in the kitchen.

Crystals keep her calm. “I always have crystals in my pocket. Different ones give you energy. Different ones help pacify maybe something that’s not making you happy at the moment. And it’s just going to breed a bad energy.”

McEwen’s, 120 Monroe, 527-7085.

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News News Blog

Warm Your Hands on These Social Media Dumpster Fires

Memphis As Fuck/Instagram

Did you see the bright lights over Memphis this weekend?

It wasn’t barbecue. It’s actually the glowing lights from two Memphis social-media dumpster fires. And you should have a look.

The flames are still being fanned on an Instagram photo posted by Memphis As Fuck (@memphisaf_ck) on Saturday. It shows a orange-brown rock in some desert landscape with the words “Memphis As Fuck” scrawled onto it.

Memphis As Fuck captioned the photo (above) ”#fanart #memphisasfuck #allday 🛒: memphisasfuck.com.” And a bunch of internet people are having none of it.
[pullquote-1] “Nice job asshole! Way to really flex your douchebag muscle,” wrote macscac.

“This is fucking gross, dude,” wrote zpeckler. “Stay the hell out of our public lands if this how you’re going to behave. I hope the Coconino [National Forest] rangers press charges.”

Apparently, someone did alert the authorities.

“I have sent this over to Coconino Co Sheriff’s office,” wrote rugerandtitan. “It’s been confirmed in their county, and they absolutely want to pursue charges.”
[pullquote-2] However, Instagram user instajunk said there were more things to worry about.

“I love how all these keyboard warriors are so distraught over a scratch on a rock and choose to spend their time worrying about this when they could be worrying about something really disgusting, like the state of our nation 🤦🏻‍♀️,” wrote instajunk.

The instagram picture was posted to Reddit (where, so far, 46 comments have piled up) Saturday. A Reddit user named PublicLandsHateYou said, the photo is believed to have been taken at Grand Canyon National Park, though that has not been verified.

“National Park Service would be greatly appreciative of any assistance you could provide in helping to identify potential suspects,” wrote Public LandsHateYou. “Actions like this are what close down access to public lands. Thanks for your help.”

Wanted to know what else is Memphis as fuck? Getting busted and going to jail.

Maybe whoever scrawled the city’s gritty, underground motto didn’t know the federal government has police that really do care about stuff like scrawled rocks.

The National Parks Service’s Investigative Branch busts folks for hunting on federal lands, smuggling protected plants and artifacts from them, and, yes, vandalizing them.

National Parks Service

Investigators are now looking for whoever carved “Ferny and Nicky” into a ruins at Tumacacori National Historical Park in Arizona. In 2016, Casey Nocket was sentenced to two years of probation and 200 hours of community service for drawing and painting on rock formations in seven national parks in 2014.

National Parks Service

And, it looks like Victory Bicycle Studios removed a Saturday post that also sparked a roaring fire. The photo showed a cycling jersey printed with a handgun in the rear pocket. Printed on the pocket is “Memphis” in a graffiti print. The post was captioned #memphis.

Victory Bicycle Studios

Bob Nelson wrote, “Good shop. Lousy taste.”

Daphne Maysonet wrote, “Ew, god, fire your marketing and design team. This is so embarrassing it’s hard to look at: creatively lazy AND cheaply produced. Looks like y’all just collectively read a definition for the word ‘subversive’ and landed on this. Lol. Cringeworthy af.”

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Some liked it, though.

Douglas Loreman commented, “Change it to a Glock and I’ll take 2!”

Since you can’t see the post anymore, check out some of the many comments below.

If you see any raging social-media Dumpster fires blazing, let me know at toby@memphisflyer.com.

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Film/TV Film/TV/Etc. Blog

Game Of Thrones Ends With A Meditation on the Horrors of War

Drogon is silently judging you.

Game of Thrones was a great show that grew to love the wrong thing. Its early adopters worshipped how it fully realized its alternate universe. Its increasing budget to film battle sequences (off-screen in the manner of a stage play at first) became what its makers thought its true worth. Seduced by the dark side of their production schedule, spectacle became their master, writing their afterthought. Details grew fuzzy, their beautifully constructed dollhouse fell apart, as its audience watched not with desire but light hatred, not in fire but ice.

But even in its death throes, the penultimate episode took time to be true to itself and deflate its heroes. It numbed the viewer with endless shots of medieval civilians running from dragon firebombing by former savior, Daenerys Targaryen. Innocents ran down corridors, caught on fire, and turned to ash. Modeled after U.S. and British massacre of German civilians in Dresden during World War II, it was disgusting. All-powerful ninja Arya and stern-faced warrior Jon Snow ran around helplessly while Daenerys and lieutenant Grey Worm went mad. It may be garbled Cliff Notes for an ending George R.R. Martin may never write, but I’ll hold onto it the way a housecat does a dead mouse: long past the point of usefulness. I loved this show.
[pullquote-1] It is not normal for TV shows to end well, especially sci-fi fantasy. Lost and Battlestar Galactica adopted religious smokescreens for their inability to come up with secular answers to long-posed riddles. Game of Thrones didn’t, completely abandoning the lore of its competing in-universe faiths. Instead, it built to tough-guy nihilism, followed by happy outcomes for the majority of its action heroes and some light Tolkien-style epiloguing. Bran is king, for some reason.

There are many popular theories about why, outside of outpacing their source material, the writing quality of showrunners David Benioff and D.B. Weiss has gone from more thoughtful than most fantasy to exactly as loose and empty as much of it. Cocaine and burnout are solid options, as is a desire to move onto their recently-announced Star Wars trilogy, or the cosmic injustice of a cruel god. I think that, just as they relied on assistant-turned-writer Bryan Cogman for heavy lore lifting in the first seasons, they are relying on a different one now, Dave Hill (who helped elevate the character of Olly), and he’s just not as skilled at helping them craft sturdy plots.

A victorious Daenerys Targaryen addresses her troops in the ruins of King’s Landing.

As many have pointed out, the series dilutes the antiwar message of the novels by its sometimes glorification of the hard-bitten warrior. How cool the Hound looks fighting the Mountain with a dragon flying behind them registered more strongly than his late assertion to mass-murderer Arya that revenge is hollow. (Likewise the online cry of “Cleganebowl!” was initially ironic: people mocked treating a death fight between brothers like an organized sport, until repetition made them sincere). The point shouldn’t be that Daenerys went crazy and killed civilians: it should be that all mass violence leads to noncombatant death, and warriors and states use it far too freely, with increasingly meaningless justification.

Director Miguel Sapochnik and Emilia Clarke did excellent work selling that slaughter. But the lack of characterization in Dany’s turn from a protector of the common people to their mass murderer made the moment nonsensical. Her reasons work when written out: a need to rule by fear, losing advisors and dragons, and numerous surrender bells frustrating or stimulating her bloodlust. Onscreen it creates a disconnect, that does clumsily get the nature of being bombed right. One minute you’re following the propaganda of a government at war, the next you’re being indiscriminately killed. Violence does not resolve character arcs. It just ends you.

Iron Throne? Not so much.

Martin’s ongoing suggestion is that this would happen with any king or queen in the right circumstances. The show’s unfortunate implication is that Dany is worse than her formerly gray, also-murderer co-heroes because she is female, from a foreign land and rides magic lizards. It’s special pleading that the other warriors suddenly care so much about collateral damage.

For the American audience, the use of Dresden as source material is a quiet self-indictment. Your tax dollars prop up one of the most powerful militaries in the world. My favorite show is saying that all war is immoral. If only the comfort and catharsis its audience found in that message could translate into peaceful action by us.

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Film/TV Film/TV/Etc. Blog

Music Video Monday: Marcella & Her Lovers with Spooner Oldham

Today’s Music Video Monday’s got soul to spare.

Last year, Marcella Simien got a temporary new addition to her band, Spooner Oldham He’s a keyboardist, songwriter, and producer who has worked with Chips Moman at American Studios in Memphis and FAME studios in Muscle Shoals, Alabama. The studio produced hits like The Boxtops’ “Cry Like A Baby” and Wilson Pickett’s “Mustang Sally.”

Oldham joined the Lovers at the Midtown-famous P&H Cafe to shoot a live video for Beale Street Caravan’s I Listen To Memphis series. The song they performed was “I’d Rather Go Blind”, a song Rock-and-Roll-Hall-Of-Fame-inductee Oldham first recorded with Etta James. Prepare to get smoky with this video, directed by Christian Walker and produced by Waheed Al Qawasmi.
 

Music Video Monday: Marcella & Her Lovers with Spooner Oldham

If you’d like to see your music video on Music Video Monday, email cmccoy@memphisflyer.com. 

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Opinion Viewpoint

Who Are These People?

I am a stranger in my own land. I read the newspapers in puzzlement. Who are these people mentioned as Democratic presidential candidates? Oh, sure, I know Joe Biden and Bernie Sanders and Cory Booker and Kamala D. Harris and some of the others, but the other day I came across the names of John Delaney, Seth Moulton, and Tim Ryan — I already forgot another who was named — and stopped: Who? Running for president, the story said. The story did not say why.

Delaney ought to be Time magazine’s Person of the Year. He is the very personification of the new kind of presidential candidate. He’s been a successful businessman — health care and such — and was a member of Congress from Maryland. But rather than take the traditional next step — seek the governorship or move up to the Senate — he decided to head straight for the White House instead. He’s officially been a candidate since July 2017 — not that anyone has much noticed.

This is something new under the political sun, and it is not, in my estimation, a good thing. Take Delaney. Soon, he will have spent the better part of two years preparing for a life on the road as a salesman, but not necessarily for the Oval Office. The same holds for many of the other 21 Democratic declared candidates.

Something is wrong. Something is broken. The primary system, designed as a reform, has been reformed to the point of absurdity. In the Republican Party, it managed to produce a nominee who turned out to be Fred Trump’s idiot son, Donald. He only occasionally won a majority of the votes in the 2016 primaries. In a field of 12 candidates, his pluralities won him the nomination.

It is always instructive to read Theodore H. White’s classic, The Making of the President 1960. It is the tale of how John F. Kennedy secured the Democratic nomination and won the presidency. Supporting roles were played by certain big-city political bosses, particularly Richard J. Daley, mayor of Chicago and boss of the mighty Cook County Democratic machine. By the time of his death in 1976, he had been Chicago’s mayor for 21 years, a record broken only by his son.

Daley was a masterful politician, while not always an admirable man. His bigotry was ecumenical — blacks, Jews, etc. — and he was lip-read at the chaotic 1968 Democratic National Convention hurling f-bombs at Senator Abraham Ribicoff on the podium, calling him “you Jew son of a b——.” Yet, Daley served a purpose: He policed the Democratic Party.

Mayor Richard J. Daley

It is hard — actually, hilarious — to imagine some of today’s Democratic candidates coming to pay the required homage to Daley, and the mayor asking what, precisely, they had done to qualify for the most important job in the world. I can’t imagine what Beto O’Rourke or Pete Buttigieg would say. They are both endowed with great appeal, sharp minds, a winning exuberance, and the promise of a political spring. But their political experience is thin and untested. Nice to meet ya, Daley would say in lieu of an endorsement. Okay, okay, the bosses were sometimes vile and sometimes corrupt. But they looked for winners, not ideological soul mates — and winning, as Vince Lombardi reminded us, “isn’t everything; it’s the only thing.” This election, the only thing is defeating President Trump.

But the Democratic Party has opted for increased chaos. The supposedly contemptible superdelegates, unelected party functionaries, have been taken down more than a peg. They now cannot have the deciding vote on the first ballot, which means that, at the very least, they can sleep late.

For too many candidates, running for the nomination is a no-cost exercise in brand enhancement. They can stay in the House or the Senate or in serene unemployment and see if lightning strikes. I’m told that the supremely competent Senator Michael F. Bennet of Colorado has said that by running, he has nothing to lose. And he’s right. If he wins, he moves into the White House. If he loses, he stays in the Senate. Either way, his summers will be muggy.

I read political news, as I do the New York Post‘s unavoidable Page Six gossip feature. In the tabloid, many boldface names are only dimly familiar, sometimes because they are merely the children of the once-famous who, on their own, are mentioned only for entering and exiting rehab. It’s ridiculous that almost anyone can be a celebrity . . . or run for president. There ought to be a difference.

Richard Cohen writes for the Washington Post Writers Group.

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News News Blog

Memphis Gets an “F” on Smog

Memphis scored an F on smog from the American Lung Association (ALA), but the city made some air-quality improvements.

Each year the ALA’s “State of the Air” report gives the nation’s biggest report card on its air quality. It gives grades in two key areas — ozone (smog) and particle pollution.

The grades are new but the information isn’t current. The data used for the report is the most recently issued from government agencies. So, the 2019 report looks back to 2015-2017.

Memphis got an F for ozone pollution and the city had more unhealthy days of high ozone in this year’s report.
[pullquote-1] “Ozone especially harms children, older adults and those with asthma and other lung diseases,” said Carol Ziegler, a nurse practitioner and Lung Association spokesperson. “When older adults or children with asthma breathe ozone-polluted air, too often they end up in the doctor’s office, the hospital or the emergency room. Ozone can even shorten life itself.”

American Lung Association

But Memphis got an A in particle pollution, which is soot or tiny particles that come from coal-fired power plants, diesel emissions, wildfires, and wood-burning devices. It’s in this area that Memphis made some major improvements and was among some of the cleanest cities in the country for particle pollution, according to the ALA’s report. But there’s more work to be done.

“Tennessee residents should be aware that in some places we’re breathing unhealthy air, placing our health and lives at risk,” said Gail Frost, executive director of the Lung Association in Tennessee. “In addition to challenges here in places like Knoxville, Memphis, Nashville, and Chattanooga, the ‘State of the Air’ report highlights that more than four in 10 Americans are living with unhealthy air, and we’re heading in the wrong direction when it comes to protecting public health.”

Shelby County was the only Tennessee county to get an F grade this year. However, Shelby is one of only 10 counties out of Tennessee’s 95 counties that issues air-quality metrics to the ALA.

Read the full report here:

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From My Seat Sports

Precious! Memphis Secures Top Recruiting Class in the Country

“We want to win a national title. I don’t think that’s far-fetched. That drives me.”

Penny Hardaway shared those sentiments with me before the start of his first season as basketball coach at the University of Memphis. The interview would inform a feature in which Memphis magazine named Hardaway its 2018 Memphian of the Year. (Yes, we named him MOY before he coached his first college game. Any questions about that now?) Hardaway did not say in that interview, “We want to win a national title in 2020.”
Larry Kuzniewski

Penny Hardaway, recruiting king.

He might say that today.

With Precious Achiuwa‘s announcement Friday (via social media) that he will play at the U of M, Hardaway has landed the top-ranked recruiting class in the country. Along with James Wiseman — the top-ranked player in the country, a center who starred at East High School for Hardaway — Achiuwa gives Memphis a pair of five-star recruits for the first time since Joe Jackson and Will Barton arrived on campus as part of Josh Pastner’s second recruiting class in 2010.

But the five-stars have a supporting cast. Forwards Malcolm Dandridge (another East product) and D.J. Jeffries have been signed for weeks, along with Tennessee Prep guard Damion Baugh. Guard Lester Quinones committed to Hardaway a week ago (which may have clinched Achiuwa, the two having played together for years) and Boogie Ellis signed on the blue-and-gray line earlier this week. All five players are considered four-star recruits by Rivals.

Achiuwa’s commitment pushes Memphis above Kentucky, Arizona, and Duke to number-one in the national rankings, according to 247Sports. When you add up the numbers, fully 10 percent of the country’s top 50 recruits (according to Rivals) are coming to play for Hardaway at Memphis. In order: Wiseman (1), Achiuwa (17), Ellis (37), Quinones (48), and Jeffries (50).

I recently asked someone close to Hardaway how he has reacted with the serial signings of superstars. Excitement? Delight? Does he consider this normal? The description I received: “Supreme confidence.”

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John Wick: Chapter 3 — Parabellum

I have a theory about reality television.

I have a lot of theories, and if you ever meet me and don’t move fast enough, I’ll tell you about them. Here’s my theory of reality television: It’s representative of the way television producers see the world. The scourge of reality television as we know it today began with The Real World in 1992, when two MTV producers who set out to do a youth-oriented soap opera like Beverley Hills 90210 decided they didn’t want to pay writers. What are TV shows, after all, but attractive young people standing in front of cameras, saying words? The producers never really understood what value writers or actors or costumers added to the product of attractive people standing in front of cameras saying words, and they bet no one else did, either.

They were not entirely wrong. In fact, since The Real World has run almost as long as The Simpsons, (which cost exponentially more to produce), you could say they were entirely correct in their assumption that putting nonunion attractive people in front of a camera and telling them to say something would fool audiences into thinking a television show was taking place. The audience accepted the rough edges, which were entirely the result of the producers’ cost cutting, as signs that what they were seeing was “real.” Conflict sells, but that can be contrived by manipulative editing. The more cynical the vision, the more successful the show. You could put any old loudmouth idiot on TV, such as the loudmouth joke of the New York tabloid press Donald Trump, and people would watch for the sheer perversity of it.

Similarly, the John Wick films are how stunt men see the world, and their product. Director Chad Stahelski broke into the business as a stunt man in The Crow. He was Keanu Reeves’ stunt double in The Matrix trilogy, so when he pitched his film idea about a retired assassin who starts killing people because someone stole his car and killed his dog, he had a star lined up. At least Stahelski understands the concept of character motivation.

Keanu Reeves faces off against impossible odds in the fight choreographer’s dream that is John Wick: Chapter 3.

So how do fight choreographers understand films? Some boring talky parts getting in the way of the stuff that pays: pretending to fight. Now that we have progressed to the ungainly titled John Wick: Chapter 3 — Parabellum (A colon AND an em-dash — a punctuation lover’s dream!), they have almost dispensed with the boring parts where attractive people say words in front of the camera. And yet, the film has four credited writers (one of whom presumably did the punctuation), and a bloated 131-minute running time. The Real World producers would like a word.

No matter. John Wick would just kill them. The “story”picks up where John Wick: Chapter 2 left off. John Wick killed people for two hours, then was allowed an hour to escape justice by Winston (Ian McShane), the proprietor of the Hotel Continental, a secret base for a network of globe-trotting assassins called the High Table. Stahelski and his four writers have exactly one narrative trick up their sleeve: Start a clock counting down, then start another one. The more clocks ticking, the greater the tension!

Visually, though, Stahelski has a lot of tricks. The bloated contemporary James Bond films wish they had this kind of style. Since these are basically an Americanized wuxia movie, the fight choreography is the entire point. It’s structurally a dance picture. Add a tapping Jet or Shark, and Stahelski’s street fights become West Side Story. The climactic fight — a spectacular reimagining of Bruce Lee’s house of mirrors sequence from Enter the Dragon — is even kicked off by a literal needle drop.

It might sound like I’m being too cynical about a little slapstick gun fu. It’s all in good fun, right? The good stuff from The Matrix, done on the cheap. But at least the Wachowskis had an anime-inspired, pulp neo-Gnostic vision. Their message was for their audiences to look beyond the illusions thrown up by the powerful and “see things as they really are”; a world of oppressors and the oppressed playing out the same script over and over throughout history. John Wick is an amoral killer killing other killers who exist to serve only money and power. He operates in an authoritarian parody of the rule of law, where criminal oligarchs posing as hoteliers expect absolute fealty from their well-heeled murder servants. He goes on about “rules” and “consequences,” but the only rule here is might makes right. John Wick is the slick, empty, cruel hero the age of Trump deserves — but hey, at least he likes dogs!

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Music Music Blog

A Weirdo From Memphis Performs A Very Red Show

Catherine Patton

A Weirdo From Memphis

A Weirdo From Memphis (AWFM, to the brevity cravers) has played on a lot of bills, from the Unapologetic Stuntarious series to opening for 8-Ball. After the release of his new solo EP, “You Goin To Jail Now,” The Collective asked him to do a show for their Decibel series at The CMPLX. “I don’t think I realized I hadn’t done a solo show until I got offered this. I was like, ‘Oh, I’ve never done this before!”

A Weirdo From Memphis Performs A Very Red Show

What intrigued AWFM was the total creative freedom The Collective allowed.” I don’t have to have a traditional stage. I can jump off ladders or randomly eat shit. I’m going to be taking full advantage of the entire room. I’m really excited to invite people to my world for one night. I think it’s a good thing I haven’t done one of these shows, because I’ve been doing a good job of making a name for myself, so this show will be really packed. I think me from three years ago looking now would just pass out from excitement at seeing how many people are scheduled to come through.”

A Weirdo From Memphis Performs A Very Red Show (3)

A Very Red Show will be the live debut of songs from the new record “I’ve never performed the majority of it in person before, at least not in Memphis.”

This will not be your ordinary hip hop performance. AWFM has enlisted members of the Unapologetic crew and others to create somethings special. “It’s definitely my vision coming to life, but there has to be at least 50 different hands that have touched this project, bringing this space to life. It’s gonna feel like walking in to an experience.”

Decibel: A Very Red Show Featuring AWFM, Friday, May 17th at THE CMPLX, 2234 Lamar Ave. $10, Doors at 8:30