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Active Virus Cases Fall Back Below 1,600

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Active Virus Cases Fall Back Below 1,600

New virus case numbers rose by 78 over the last 24 hours, putting the total of all positive cases in Shelby County since March at 31,540.

Total current active cases of the virus fell to 1,526 from the 1,660 reported Tuesday morning. That figure had dipped to 1,399 recently.

The Shelby County Health Department recorded 1,876 tests given in the last 24 hours. Total tests given here now total 453,434. However, only 276,896 people have been tested in Shelby County.

The latest weekly positivity rate fell slightly from the week before. The average rate of positive tests for the week of September 13th was 6.3 percent, down from the 6.5 percent rate recorded for the Week of September 6th.

Five new deaths were reported in the last 24 hours. Total deaths now stand at 462. The average age of those who have died here is 73, according to the health department. The age of the youngest COVID-19 death was 13. The oldest to die from the virus here was 100.

There are 6,859 contacts in quarantine, down from the 6,990 in quarantine on Tuesday morning.

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Letter From The Editor Opinion

Debate & Switch

Wow. What a debate, eh? I mean, who could have seen that coming? President Trump demanding that Joe Biden take a drug test live, on national television? Whoa!

And then, Biden coming back with that great dad-joke one-liner: “Urine sane, Donald! Don’t piss me off!”

Then, what about when Trump told moderator Chris Wallace that not paying taxes “makes me smart,” and Biden said, “Well, then, how smart do you have to be to pay a porn star $130,000?” You have to admit, that was a classic moment, one for the history books.

And don’t get me started about Trump making fun of Sleepy Joe’s cosmetic surgery, and Biden pointing out that Trump deducted $70,000 from his taxes for makeup and hair. That was tense, right? These guys were like two old (really old) heavyweights, letting it all out, hammering away at each other. American democracy at its finest.

Well, okay, none of that happened. Or maybe it did. It wouldn’t surprise me. Crazier things have happened. In fact, they do, every week. But by now you’ve probably figured out that I had to finish this column on Tuesday, several hours before the first 2020 presidential debate began. So what everyone will be talking about on Wednesday after the debate is a mystery as I write this. I do know it will probably be ridiculous — or terrifying. Or both. And I do know I’ll be drinking as I watch it. These things make me very nervous, especially this year.

Maybe we’ll get yet another giant bombshell of a revelation that will “end Trump’s presidency,” something “he can’t possibly survive,” like ignoring Russia putting bounties on American troops, or telling Bob Woodward he intentionally downplayed COVID-19, or paying off a porn star to keep quiet about a liaison, or intentionally separating children from their parents and putting them in cages to deter immigration, or falsely saying mail-in ballots were a crooked Democratic scheme, or telling America that he wouldn’t accept November’s election results unless he liked them.

What’s next? Who can possibly predict? It’s just exhausting. Every day there are new tweets, new lies, new outrages, new revelations. And I’m sure by the time you read this, some fresh nonsense will have happened — during the debate or after — that no one could have even imagined.

We’re in a topsy-turvy world, where blue-collar white guys who have more than $750 deducted from every paycheck are defending a president who pays no taxes and got a $72 million tax-refund check, where religious evangelicals who claim to be disciples of Jesus are standing up for a man who is the very antithesis of Christian values, where Republicans who used to claim to be “conservative” have abandoned any and all principles, choosing instead to relentlessly kiss the ass of an amoral grifter. Lamar Alexander, I’m talking to you. Among many others.

I miss normal. I miss presidents who have pets and wear casual clothes and go on vacations with their kids, presidents who don’t spend every spare moment watching Fox News and trying to get — or divert — our attention by tweeting at us 40 times a day. I miss not having to think about our fearless leader every time I turn on the news or go online. I miss being able to assume that the president — Democrat or Republican — is looking out for the American people and trying to do what they think is best for us, instead of constantly working a hustle for their own bottom line. I miss being able to assume the president has at least some core principles, some level of integrity.

I’m tired of all this incompetency and narcissism and lying and exaggeration — every damn day. I think most Americans are. But it’s clear by now that those who support Trump — maybe 40 percent of us — are all in, no matter what he says or does. It’s a cult. Nothing will deter their allegiance to their orange Jim Jones. And it’s also become quite clear that nothing ends this madness but an election, and even that is in question with this guy.

More chaos lies ahead of us — maybe weeks, maybe months — all complicated by the unrelenting virus that hangs in the background, ready to re-emerge if we let down our vigilance. The bottom line is undeniable: We need a massive landslide defeat of the man who has corrupted the American presidency, who has turned federal agencies into political fiefdoms, and who has made the U.S. Justice Department into his personal law firm.

Vote. That’s it. Do it in person, if at all possible. This chapter of American history needs to end.

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The NASDAQ is Zooming to new highs. Can it last?

Technology stocks had already been on a good run. From the bottom of the Financial Crisis on March 9, 2009, through the end of 2019, the NASDAQ 100 Index, which is made up of primarily U.S. technology-related stocks, returned 842.8 percent, versus 498.5 percent for the more broadly diversified S&P 500 Index. The outperformance was founded in the latest boom of technology and fueled by the rise of social media, cloud-based technology, e-commerce, and advancement of mobile devices.

Then came the COVID-19 global pandemic, which triggered social distancing measures and forced people indoors, which translated to more time on devices and on the internet. This dynamic uniquely positions the technology sector for supercharged growth through e-commerce, telecommuting, and shifting even more activities online. And once again the NASDAQ 100 is outperforming the S&P 500 — 28.5 percent vs. 3.5 percent — in 2020.

Tim Ellis

Zoom Video Communications could be a poster child for this growth spurt, as I am confident that most of us have participated in a virtual meeting via Zoom during the pandemic. Zoom’s paid subscriber base increased 458 percent, compared to one year ago, and therefore, its stock price has increased 629.7 percent in 2020. Although Zoom is well-known because of its recent success and useful technology, it has only been a publicly traded company since April 2019. After this year’s exponential stock growth, its stock market capitalization is now $140 billion. For comparison’s sake, the century-year-old IBM’s market cap is $105 billion. Investors are currently paying approximately $495 per share for a stock that is expected to earn only $2.47 per share. The justification (if any) is continued hyperbolic growth and converting non-paid subscribers into paid subscribers.

This case study may seem like déjà vu. Pundits are striking comparisons of this period of surging technology stocks to the late 1990s tech bubble, which famously burst and set off a bear market recession from 2000 to 2002. However, there are a couple of reasons to not proclaim the current market environment as a tech bubble redux.

First, there is a fundamental justification for the technology outperformance over the past decade and more recently during the coronavirus pandemic — revenue and income growth. This phenomenon is especially true at the top end of the market, where Apple, Microsoft, Amazon, Google, and Facebook reside. Two decades ago, technology sector revenues as a percentage of gross domestic product (GDP) peaked at 8 percent, yet the technology companies’ contribution to the S&P 500 market cap soared to 34 percent. Today, technology sector revenues make up 17 percent of GDP, and the technology companies’ percentage of S&P 500 market cap sits at 27 percent. Although there are some high-flying outliers like Zoom, the technology companies of today are holding up their end of the bargain with large contributions of revenues, income, and cash flow.

Second, there does not appear to be a mania or air of “irrational exuberance.” A bubble is generally characterized by prolonged upside momentum, whereas this stock market saw a significant downturn at the start of the pandemic in February and March, as well as another pullback in late 2018.

Although I am advocating that technology stocks are not in bubble territory, that does not mean they are the most attractive investment for investors. One of the tenets of investing is that past performance is not a guarantee of future results. Often, there is a period of mean reversion where underperforming and more reasonably valued sectors and stocks catch up. In today’s environment, that may be economically sensitive sectors, such as materials, industrials, and financials, that stand to benefit from a full economic reopening and post-pandemic recovery. (Sources: Morningstar, Barron’s, Business Insider, JPMorgan.)

Tim Ellis, CPA/PFS, CFP, is a senior investment strategist and wealth strategist with Waddell & Associates.

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Art in the Loop Returns October 2nd

Art in the Loop made a grand appearance on the art fair scene in April of 2018. It was a one-of-a-kind shindig held on the pavement of the Ridgeway Loop, featuring fine arts and crafts, food trucks, traveling troubadours, and other entertainment. That year it rained, snowed, sleeted, and the sun shined for a few minutes on the same weekend. There was a 50-degree temperature differential in 36 hours. Still, the artists were very happy with the concept and agreed to come back in 2019.

The second year looked promising. One and a half perfect days lulled the artists, vendors, and attendees into a false sense of security before the gale-force winds made a Jackson Pollock of the whole event. Still, many who attended said it was their favorite art fair in the city. Admittedly, it’s a good show.

Courtesy of Art in the Loop

Felted wool sculpture by Nashville artist Chris Armstrong

Welcome 2020 and COVID.

“This year is going to be the big earthquake,” quipped Greg Belz, executive director of Artworks Foundation. “Though the fair is in October this year. That might make a difference.”

If the quake doesn’t shake you up, perhaps the works of art in metal, glass, wood, clay, and fiber, as well as jewelry, paintings, photography, and more will do it. You’ll have plenty of outdoor space to be safe.

“It’s important to working artists that we continue the tradition of craft fairs when so many are being canceled,” Belz points out. “We are forging ahead and intend to show that it can be done safely.”

Art in the Loop, Ridgeway Loop between Briarcrest Avenue and Ridge Bend, artintheloop.org, Friday, October 2, 1-6 p.m., Saturday, October 3, 10 a.m.-6 p.m., and Sunday, October 4, 11 a.m.-4 p.m., free entry.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Chef Keun Anderson is “The Big Guy”

The Big Guy” was the perfect name for chef Keun Anderson’s culinary side business.

“Because I’m a fairly big guy — 6’3, 280 pounds,” Anderson says. “Why not go with ‘The Big Guy’?”

Anderson, 31, kitchen manager at Slider Inn Downtown, began his side business making and selling cheesecakes and other cuisine online a year ago. But he kicked everything up a notch after his previous job at Arrive Memphis’ Longshot restaurant ended due to the pandemic.

strawberry cheesecake

Growing up in Charleston, South Carolina, Anderson enjoyed his mother’s soul food. “I love to eat. That’s like another job.”

His mother made him help in the kitchen. “I really didn’t care about it. Peel the candied yams. Shuck peas. Trim the collard greens.”

He thought about going into the military, but his mother said there was “too much going on in the world. My mama said, ‘It is not a good idea for you to fight now.'”

That’s when Anderson’s cooking education began.

He got a job working on the grill at McDonald’s. “It really wasn’t cooking. Press it down and set it on a timer.”

Then Waffle House. “It was my first time learning about eggs: sunny side up, over easy, over hard, scrambled light, scrambled hard. I just always scrambled it and it was done. I thought it was amazing you could do eggs so many ways.”

He learned how to cook on a broiler at Olive Garden. Buffalo Wild Wings was next. “To me, that wasn’t cooking. It was just pushing out food.” He learned to make natural-cut French fries and creme brûlée at Ruth’s Chris Steak House.

Anderson worked “literally every station” at Little Caesars Pizza. He even worked for a time at Pioneer Casino in Fern Lake, Nevada. “I think I made over a million pancakes working there.”

Anderson is thankful for all his restaurant experiences. “Every job I had made me who I am today.”

But working at Loflin Yard was a turning point. “That’s where I really started the love of cooking ’cause Andy Knight taught me so much. I love him to this day.”

Knight, who was executive chef, taught him how to “cook the perfect fish,” he says. “Make sure the skillet is piping hot. Put a little oil on it and put that bad boy skin down. You can’t go wrong with that.”

Anderson, who went on to work at Belle Tavern and Mardi Gras, began his side business after he left Loflin Yard. But Longshot executive chef David Todd helped him perfect his cheesecake. He told Anderson, “Man, you can do better. Think outside the box. Why don’t you make a candied bacon maple syrup cheesecake?'”

Anderson knew he’d arrived when Dawn Russell at Arrive’s Hustle & Dough told him, “I lived in New York, and this is the second-best cheesecake I ever had.”

Anderson began making his cheesecakes and selling them on Facebook.

He had more time for his side business after Longshot closed. He created a “meal prep” with low-sodium, low-carb food. “I did my smoked salmon with asparagus and sweet potato salad. I learned that from Andy Knight.”

Other Anderson items include buffalo chicken egg rolls, spinach dip, macaroni and cheese, fried catfish, chef’s salad, and a fruit tray. His Sweet Nola Hot Wings made with Louisiana hot sauce and sugar are one of his hot items, especially at his catering jobs. He uses cornmeal instead of flour to keep the sauce on the wings.

His spicy chicken sandwich is another popular item. The chicken, marinated in a wet batter, comes in a brioche bun with Romaine lettuce, tomato, pepper jack cheese, and a sambal aioli.

And, Anderson says, “If you want something outrageous, I can make it for you, too.” That would include his three-layered cheesecake: regular cheesecake between two layers of yellow or any other type of cake. “It’s a pretty big cake.”

And what does Anderson call it? “The Big Cake.”

To order from The Big Guy, call 901-480-6897.

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MEMernet: Minecraft Pyramid, ‘NIMBY Fear’

Minecraft Pyramid

YouTuber Bubbaflubba built Bass Pro Shops at the Pyramid in just over five days … in Minecraft. The game’s creative mode allows players to build anything, and Bubbaflubba has built the White House, the Disneyland Castle, and a Las Vegas hotel and casino.

It’s pretty clear Bubbaflubba ain’t from ’round here, though. In the YouTube video of the Pyramid build, he said, “It’s just so funny. I don’t know how they got the idea to build a pyramid into a shop like this.” Neither do we, Bubbaflubba.

‘NIMBY Fear’

Smoke still rises from a Facebook dumpster fire lit more than two weeks ago by Jason Jackson, a principal at brg3s architects, on the Make Memphis! group page.

Jackson said there’s “NIMBY fear pushing for preservation and the creation of ‘Landmarks Districts.'” Such sites “can perpetuate a divisive form of nostalgia that supports and validates racism and exclusion.” He pointed to such a designation underway now for the Vollintine-Evergreen neighborhood.

The city’s preservationists arrived with strong words of their own. Gordon Alexander, president of the Midtown Action Coalition, wrote, “Delivering a manifesto basically calling neighborhood associations and activist organizations trying to preserve the character of Midtown as Neanderthals who are ‘reinforcing structural racism’ is way over the top.”

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Politics Politics Feature

Impressions of Amy Coney Barrett by Former Rhodes Classmates

So we stand at Armageddon, doing battle for the Lord, do we? That’s the essence of what you hear these days from diehard Democrats and other self-declared liberals, and, as often as not, this desperate war cry is sounded, not about the forthcoming presidential election, but about President Trump‘s nomination of one Amy Coney Barrett to be the next Supreme Court Justice.

Both the Affordable Care Act (ACA) and Roe v. Wade are on the chopping block, you hear, and Barrett as a freshly confirmed Justice, will start wielding the axe as soon as the high court begins hearing the ACA case in mid-December. No one doubts that the Republicans have the numbers to confirm Trump’s nomination of Barrett, and no one doubts her determination, along with five GOP-appointed colleagues, to slash away at ACA, Roe, and any number of other Democratically inspired legal landmarks having to do, say, with labor relations, voting rights, and firearms issues.

The sky, say many, is falling, while those of more conservative persuasions cry, “Let it fall!” But who is this Amy Coney Barrett, this imagined scourge of things as they are and harbinger of a vastly different constitutional future?

As it turns out, there are those among us who shared turf and air with her when she was a student at Rhodes College in the early 1990s, and at least one somewhat younger Memphian, current City Councilman Worth Morgan, for whom Barrett once served as a babysitter. Former Councilman Shea Flinn was at Rhodes when Barrett was, and remembers her as “an attractive KD” (member of the Kappa Delta sorority), but that’s about it.

My son Justin Baker, another Rhodesian, remembers her similarly, but has no personal memories, nor does Kemp Conrad, yet another council member who was aware of her presence on campus: “Rhodes was small. You could notice people without knowing them.”

But Chris Gilreath, a transplant from Knoxville, lawyer, and Rhodes Class of ’94 grad, like Barrett, not only remembers the young, ultra-serious student from New Orleans, he seems to have faith in her sense of fairness. In a statement on his Facebook page, he put it this way:

“I went to Rhodes with Amy Coney Barrett. We’re both in the Class of 1994. I dated one of her sorority sisters. Amy was friendly and personable, just as she is now. Rhodes challenged us to think critically about big issues and wrestle with them, arriving at enlightened answers after vigorous debate.

“I’m liberal-minded and a Democrat. I oppose several of the perspectives and conclusions Amy draws on significant legal issues. But she’s a really good person.”

Gilreath was aware that his classmate was a serious Catholic (a fact that all her biographies make clear) and one clearly prone to rely on the elements of her faith. As a student, she was “strictly the academic type” but friendly enough. Rhodes, then as now, had active Democratic and Republican cadres on campus, but Gilreath does not remember that she took part in any activity.

“We can disagree without tearing others down,” says Gilreath. “I’ve never personally known a Supreme Court pick until now. For her sake, I hope the debate is about her philosophy and politics, not about who she is” — the “who she is” aspect reflected in the generally favorable viewpoints others have had of her.

“I regret that Amy has to live through the coming circus. She deserves better — and so do we,” says Gilreath.

Meanwhile, how much of the sky is really falling? Yes, the high court is scheduled to rule on the constitutionality of the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare) in mid-December, and, yes, it is highly possible Barrett will be ensconced as a Justice by then and will tip the balance against the ACA. What then? Should the Democrats win the presidency and both houses of Congress, they would then have the impetus to vote in one of the several Medicare-for-All measures they discussed during their primary debates earlier this year.

Roe v. Wade is a chancier circumstance. Famously, there has so far been no middle ground between proponents and opponents of legalized abortion. Perhaps it is not impossible that a conservative SCOTUS under the institutional-minded John Roberts, and including Barrett, could find one. Stranger things have happened.

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The OGs: Chris Rock Shines in Fargo’s Brilliant Season 4

America is the great melting pot. Immigrants from all over the world come here to get their chance at a new life in the Land of Opportunity. They take on our ways — our belief in equality and liberty — and, eventually, a bit of their culture becomes a part of the mix. That’s how we got pizza, rock-and-roll, and the best organized crime in the world.

The immigrant experience in the Midwest is a prime example of how the melting pot works. At the turn of the 20th century, Jews ran the crime syndicates of Kansas City. Then, after World War I and an influenza pandemic shook up the country, a new, tight-knit, ethnically based group versed in extortion, racketeering, and violence arrived to challenge “The Hebrews.” The dominance of the Irish mob in the “Paris of the Plains” lasted only 14 years until the Cosa Nostra arrived.

You’re darn tootin’ — (above, center) Jason Schwartzman leads Fargo’s Fadda family.

Thanks to The Godfather, the Italian mafia are the popular face of organized crime. The Fadda family ruled the Midwestern rackets until 1949, when their dominance was challenged by the Cannons, a Black gang. They, too, were an ethnic crime organization who banded together for mutual protection and economic advancement while fleeing Jim Crow persecution in their own country.

Thus begins season four of Fargo, showrunner Noah Hawley’s sprawling anthology series inspired by the Coen Brothers’ 1996 film masterpiece. The original Fargo remains an unassuming tour de force of unhinged violence and Midwest manners. Frances McDormand’s portrayal of Marge Gunderson, the pregnant, small-town police chief who unravels a clumsy tangle of kidnapping and murder, earned her the first of two Academy Awards. Her husband, Joel Coen, received his half of the Best Screenplay Oscar for the film. They are responsible for the tonal tightrope act that makes Fargo unique. When Marge’s combination of decency and empathy comes up against Jerry Lundegaard (William H. Macy) and his half-baked plan to kidnap his wife, which leads to multiple homicides, she calmly unravels the crime. Only at the end, after five people are dead and she’s taking the murderers to justice, does she contemplate the big picture. “All for what? For a little bit of money? There’s more to life than a little money, you know.”

The three seasons of Fargo FX has produced so far have dispelled any skepticism I might have had as to whether Hawley and company can recapture Fargo‘s lightning in a bottle. Each season has told an independent story of crime and dubious punishment set in the upper Midwest, with the second season, which saw Kirsten Dunst and Jesse Plemons trying to cover up a hit-and-run while being stalked by a North Dakota crime family — and sheriff Ted Danson — being the best. For season four, Chris Rock stars as Loy Cannon, the upstart head of the Black crime syndicate that is moving into the KC territory with more smarts and subtlety than the Italian powers-that-be.

Chris Rock runs a rival crime syndicate moving in on the Faddas’ territory.

When the balance of criminal power is threatened, the crime families have a tradition that’s intended to build trust between them. The syndicate leaders trade youngest sons, raising them in rival families — as hostages and as real-life examples of the melting pot. It’s a bold plan that, judging from the lengthy opening sequence, has never worked. At best, it only delays the inevitable betrayal.

Still, the uneasy alliance is holding until, in true Fargo fashion, random fate intervenes. The Fadda patriarch (Tommaso Ragno) is killed in a freak accident, leaving his less-experienced son Josto (Jason Schwartzman) in charge, and setting up power plays both between and within the rival gangs.

Hawley, who wrote and directed the first two episodes, spends most of the initial two hours introducing a massive cast of characters. The most impressive is Jessie Buckley, recently seen in I’m Thinking of Ending Things, who slowly reveals the depths of Nurse Mayflower’s psychosis. E’myri Crutchfield is mesmerizing as Ethelrida Smutny, a 16-year-old savant who sees her parents being drawn into the coming conflagration. Rock devotes his considerable gifts toward summoning the gravitas expected of a crime boss; his scenes with consigliere Doctor Senator (Glynn Turman) recall Brando and Duvall in The Godfather.

Fargo has been one of the best-looking shows on television throughout its run. Season four continues that tradition with leaf-swept scenes of idyllic Midwestern autumn. As does Lovecraft Country, one of Hawley’s ambitions is to tackle racism through the lens of genre stories. So far, Fargo is neat and focused where Lovecraft Country is scattered and visceral. If I can find flaw in Fargo, it’s that it is taking its sweet time to get to the meat of the story. But there’s plenty of pleasure to be had watching Hawley set up the pieces on his game board, and I’ll be coming back for more.

Fargo Season 4 is on FX and Hulu.

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Cover Feature News

Movie Music! Memphis Musicians are Getting their Songs in Films and TV Shows

“You picked up on this energy

I can see it in your E-Y-E

It’s like I’m fresh off the shelf, fresh off the lot, fresh out the pot.

It’s like I’m brand new … “

Cameron Bethany wrote and sang those words at a turning point in his life, when he was indeed feeling brand new. For the singer/songwriter and his colleagues in the Unapologetic collective, it marked one of those moments of reinvention that they all strive for, a moment of pure authenticity, unaffected by conventional demands. Like most such moments, it was intensely personal.

Darnell Henderson II

Cameron Bethany

That was more than three years ago, released on his debut album, YOUMAKEMENERVOUS, so it came as a bit of a surprise when that musical moment took on a new life this summer. In the Netflix series Trinkets, as one character confronts two others and then walks out of the scene in disgust, the track’s beats kick in, full of portent and tension, until the final credits and the song’s chorus roll out together.

It feels as if the music was designed for the scene. And while the licensing of his song for a major television series, known in the industry as placement, represented a hefty payday for Bethany and co-producers Kid Maestro and IMAKEMADBEATS, it was the way the show’s and the song’s aesthetics dovetailed that made it feel like such a triumph to the singer.

“When we were making the record, when I first brought it in, I had a small GarageBand track, and we talked about what I did as we remade it. We all agreed that it sounded like something that could be used in movies or commercials,” Bethany tells me. “But I couldn’t imagine it might be placed. So it’s almost like we predicted the future a little bit. Still, it ended up being better than anything I could have thought about.”

Although having music tracks placed in movies, television, and commercials is part of Unapologetic’s bread and butter, all agree that this moment was special. “When I first heard that [the placement] was happening, I went back and ended up falling in love with the show,” Bethany says. “Which I was hoping for. I was hoping it was something I could watch on a daily basis, something I gravitated to. Me liking it made me love that moment and made that moment so much more. I would have been grateful either way, whether I liked it or not. But it adds something, to be a fan of something that your work is featured in.”

It doesn’t always happen that way, of course, but placing a song in a movie, a series, or an ad, or scoring such media from scratch, can often be the one time an artist or group is paid a fair price for their music. Now, with live shows few and far between due to the pandemic, and streaming paying only pennies for plays, such placements, also called synchronization or “sync”-ing, have taken on a new importance.

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Marco Pavé

Memphis rapper Marco Pavé, who has also enjoyed some success with music placements, including the locally made indie film Uncorked, notes that there are different levels of success in the game, but all of them tend to be more lucrative than live shows or album sales, at least for an independent artist. And they tend to offer more exposure as well.

“The placements that you’re really trying to get are the feature films in theaters,” he says. “TV is more of a mid-tier, that could be more high-tier depending on the network. That could range from $2,500 to $5,000 for one song. So it’s definitely a payday for a lot of artists. And it’s a huge discovery tool. A lot of people consider music supervisors to be the new A&R of the music industry. It’s a level of discovery that you really can’t beat because for one, you’re getting paid, but also you’re getting discovered in a way that labels are not suited to do.”

If music supervisors, in choosing the tracks that films and series use, are especially hands-on, they may indeed take on the de facto role of artist and repertoire (A&R) development. But just as often, tracks are lifted wholesale from albums or singles.

That’s been the case for a long time. One local example comes from the surf/crime jazz group Impala, whose love of such genres led them to self-release an EP cut at Easley-McCain studios in the early ’90s.

Billy Fox

Joe Restivo, Willie Hall, Lester Snell, and Michael Tolesore

Bassist and producer Scott Bomar recalls that the EP led to bigger things. “Then we put our first record on Estrus Records, Kings of the Strip, and that got distributed real widely. It seemed to get a lot of attention specifically in Los Angeles. That was the days of faxes, so I remember getting a fax out of nowhere from somebody at HBO, and they wanted to license a song for a Rich Hall show. Which we did. I didn’t know anything about licensing whatsoever. We’d been working in the studio with Roland Janes, so I asked Roland about it and he broke it down and explained the business part of it. And the information he gave me, I feel like I made a whole career out of it. He really gave me some good advice.”

The best was yet to come for Impala, thanks in part to serendipity. “The story that I heard is that George Clooney’s music supervisor for Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, David Arnold, was in New Orleans for Jazz Fest and he bought our very first EP at a record store there. It had our version of Henry Mancini’s ‘Experiment in Terror.’ And we licensed that to George Clooney’s first film that he directed. It was probably the biggest placement we had.”

That such an obscure track could translate into a major placement many years after its release leads Bomar to conclude: “The best thing you can do to get your music licensed is tour and try to get airplay. The more exposure you get for your music, the more chance you have of a director or somebody hearing it. Of course, you can send the stuff to people, but it seems like as much as you try to get things licensed, a lot of times it’s just sort of blind luck. Random.”

It’s ironic that Bomar emphasizes the role of luck and fate, when in fact he has parlayed those early successes with Impala into a career in the ultimate “placement” — soundtrack production. Early work by the band first caught the attention of local underground auteur Mike McCarthy, who hired them to score his film Teenage Tupelo (remastered and reissued this year). This in turn caught the ear of then-burgeoning filmmaker Craig Brewer, who, after his The Poor & Hungry captivated filmgoers, contacted Bomar about his next project, a film called Hustle & Flow.

“He gave me a script for it,” Bomar recalls, “but it took another five years for it to actually get made. And when John Singleton came on board, he said I’ve got some great composers in Hollywood that could do this, but Craig really vouched for me. But, even though I’d been working with Craig on this thing for five years, he said to me, ‘You’re gonna have to sell John.’

“Now, Shaft was John’s favorite movie in the whole world. His email even had Shaft in the name. So I told him about [Bomar’s soul band] the Bo-Keys, with Willie Hall, and Skip Pitts who played with Isaac, and he got real excited about that. And then I realized I had a live recording from the night before in my pocket. So I put the CD in and the first thing on there was us doing the theme from Shaft. The first thing he heard was Skip doing that wah-wah guitar intro and Willie playing the high hat, and he said ‘Yep, this is it!'”

That 2005 soundtrack by Bomar, which complemented the pure hip-hop that won Three 6 Mafia an Oscar for the film, would take on a second life this year, as Brewer worked on another labor of love, Dolemite Is My Name. “Craig and Billy Fox were editing the film and trying out different music and having a hard time finding the right vibe,” says Bomar. “And Craig told Billy, ‘Put in the Hustle & Flow score.’ Craig said once they started editing with that score, it really started to come together. I think they really fell in love with that sound for Dolemite.”

The final result was a masterful, original genre study of blaxploitation scores in what may be Bomar’s finest achievement. Yet he still finds soundtrack work and placements to be elusive. “If that was the only thing I did, it wouldn’t be sustainable for me,” he says. “I’m thankful for those projects when they come around, but they’re not always there. For someone outside of Hollywood to get placements, it’s a little tricky. You’re not gonna get as much of it. You’re not in the middle of all the action.”

Though both Bomar and the Unapologetic artists have stoked interest in placements with frequent visits to New York and Los Angeles, an alternative approach, being pioneered by Made in Memphis Entertainment (MIME), is to bring L.A. to Memphis. With the legendary former Stax songwriter David Porter as a partner, MIME can turn some heads, but that’s also due to astute management by company president Tony Alexander.

“About two and half years ago,” explains Alexander, “as part of our overall strategy, we acquired a songs catalog, a sync business in L.A. called Heavy Hitters Music Group, that had been around about 25 years. And that business has continued to grow. So that’s our L.A. operation, and that has been very, very beneficial to us. Made in Memphis Entertainment has the label, but we also have the recording studios, the publishing companies, and our distribution business. Heavy Hitters Music Group is one of our publishing companies. They represent about 1,700 artists, and their business model, unlike many that sign the writer, is to sign the songs. And then they represent the songs for placement. They have a pretty amazing track record.”

While MIME develops local performing artists like Brandon Lewis, Porcelan, and Jessica Ray, they also quietly go about the business of placements. And yet, Alexander notes, “The vast majority of who we represent are not local to Memphis.” Rather, Heavy Hitters Music Group tends to work with L.A.-based producers, who are more savvy to the ways of placed recordings. Accordingly, one of MIME’s missions has been to educate local creators in the ways of placed tracks.

“One of the reasons why education is such an important component of what we do is that we wanted the local artists here in Memphis to understand what makes songs sync-able,” Alexander says. “These are the things that make them easy to clear. So we can create more opportunities for Memphis artists. Because historically, most of the time that Memphis artists were able to get placements, it was for things that were either produced here or had a Memphis theme. It was not access to global projects or projects that were not Memphis-oriented. And that’s what we’re really trying to do, is open up opportunities for Memphis artists to get placements in non-Memphis-oriented projects.”

As the manager of MIME’s 4U Recording Studio, Crystal Carpenter takes that educational role very seriously, showing artists who work there, for example, how important documentation, credits, and even file formats are. As Alexander explains, “One of the things that makes sync easier for an artist or writer is if it’s one stop. If the master and the publishing is controlled by the same individual, that’s really what a lot of music supervisors are looking for. Because if it’s too complicated, they’ll just move on to another song.”

Beyond impromptu teachable moments in the studio, MIME also sponsors workshops to confront such issues in a more focused way. Tuesday, October 20th, and on the 27th, they’ll host workshops covering “the nuts and bolts of music licensing and publishing, creating and pitching, artist branding and sync-writing for a brief vs. placing existing music.”

MIME is not alone in this pursuit. The local nonprofit On Location: Memphis was originally formed to produce the International Film and Music Festivals, but when entertainment attorney Angela Green took over, she changed directions. “I felt that the film screening space was getting crowded, and that there were a lot of organizations doing it quite well. There were other areas of film and music being overlooked. That’s what led to me coming up with the Memphis Music Banq.”

Margaret Deloach

Memphis Music Banq

The Memphis Music Banq, launched a year ago, administers music for placements, and now represents the work of nearly a dozen local artists. This Banq contains songs, not dollars, though its aim is to translate one into the other, and it offers workshops and networking opportunities for artists who seek knowledge about the world of placements. One lighthearted series they host is their “Mixer Competition,” wherein two or more music producers try scoring a single film, and viewers vote on the best score. Such opportunities for education and networking have already paid off, with Memphis Music Banq creator Kirk Smith having landed a soundtrack deal for Come to Africa, to be screened at this year’s Indie Memphis Film Festival. (The next such mixers are scheduled for October 15th and October 20th.)

And yet, with many of these educational opportunities focused on how to do things according to the established norms and expectations, it’s important to remember the fundamental philosophy of IMAKEMADBEATS, founder of Unapologetic: Be your most authentic, vulnerable self in all your work. “I feel like if people are looking for a hired hand, they’re not going to come to me,” he says. “They’re gonna come to me for what I do. They’re gonna come to Unapologetic for what we do. Because we’re daring and we’re bold. It would be hard to imagine someone saying, ‘Hey Cameron, we need you to do this Aretha Franklin thing here. Make that happen.’ We’d be like, ‘What?’ People are going to go to Cameron because he’s going to be who he is.”

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William Luke White’s Triumphant Return to Music

Whether you knew it or not, Luke White has probably been a fixture in some of your favorite Memphis bands. He’s played integral roles in Snowglobe, The Pirates, Spiral Stairs (Pavement’s Scott Kannberg), Colour Revolt, James and the Ultrasounds, Clay Otis, Jeffery James and the Haul, The Coach and Four, Sons of Mudboy, Harlan T. Bobo and Rob Junklas, among others.

Now, as William Luke White, he’s making his debut as a band leader and solo artist. But going solo doesn’t have to mean going it alone. He’s assembled a few of the city’s best rock and roll players to create an EP of rare energy and hope.

It’s especially moving for friends and colleagues of Luke, as he has tried to come to grips with some setbacks in physical health. Returning home from a West Coast tour supporting Spiral Stairs’ We Wanna Be Hyp-No-Tized in June 2019, Luke had a massive seizure in his apartment. He woke up four days later to find out that he had a cancerous brain tumor that needed to be removed. The successful surgery took place August 13th at LeBonheur.

In truth, that final surgery was the culmination a long process of recovery and healing. Over recent months, White has been seen at musical events (before quarantine), or on social media, at times in recording studios. As it turns out, he was putting the finishing touches on material that he had started working on before his seizure.

As he notes in a statement: “I decided to put out these songs I had recorded a while back that were basically finished and started talking to Tim Regan about releasing them on his Nine Mile Records label. I sent him the tunes I had and work got underway. I just want these songs to see the light of day and want to reclaim the date from my accident. Tim Regan and Tommy Kha, photography and artwork, have been with me since my seizure and it has been an amazing collaboration that is exactly what I needed.”

The result is a shot in the arm of these doldrum-plagued times. All notions of ill health or angst are swept away with the opening bass riff of “(Tell Me) Where Ya From From,” full of four-on-the-floor pounding drums, Jim Spake’s skronking baritone sax, and chiming background vocals courtesy Jana Misener and Krista Wroten. Eventually, some Steve Cropper-esque guitar fills show up as well. It’s a grand old time and a brilliant shot across the bow for White’s return.

The first single, “Glory Line,” spotlighted in visual artist Tommy Kha’s music video that was released today, is more contemplative, evoking shades of power pop, Americana, and even a touch of wistful Joni Mitchell, as he sings “I’m flying 20,000 miles an hour and without getting closer/My heart is radiating, I just hope you can feel it.”

William Luke White’s Triumphant Return to Music

Then it’s once more onto the dance floor with the perfect upbeat power pop of “Love In a Cage,” which actually makes such a prospect sound fun. If the Smiths cut an album at Stax, ca. 1986, this might have been the result.

And then White gets contemplative again with “My Worst,” but it’s a driving contemplation and catchy as hell. Throughout, White’s voice is in fine form, by measures both vulnerable and roaring, as needed, and sits perfectly in the shimmering guitar jangle and big beats, as background vocals sing the title words in what could be a Big Star sample.

But it’s not a sample, and all the more glorious for being so alive. As is William Luke White. And for that we are thankful.

William Luke White’s eponymous debut EP is available Friday, October 2, from Nine Mile Records.