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Bluff City Brawl

Tyson vs. Lewis could be a fight for the ages. Or not.

By James P. Hill

PHOTO BY JAMES P. HILL
Lennox Lewis waves to the crowd in Memphis.

It’s just a few days before Memphis plays host to the big fight, and fans are eager to get the Rumble on the River under way. But the debate about this fight’s place in history continues. Where will this bout rank against the great matches of all time? Think of Sugar Ray Leonard vs. Marvin Hagler, Thomas Hearns vs. Hagler, Muhammad Ali vs. Joe Frazier in the Thriller in Manila, or Ali vs. George Foreman in the Rumble in the Jungle in Zaire.

This week, the world’s eyes are on Memphis, where The Pyramid could be the home of the next great fight. And everybody’s debating this fight’s legacy and predicting its outcome.

“It’s gonna be hard to beat Ali vs. Frazier,” said Emanuel Steward, the trainer for Team Lewis. “But it has the potential, because there are two things that make great fights emotions and dislike for each other and both [fighters] have that.”

Eight days before the fight, Beale Street was lined with people as far as the eye could see. The sight of Lennox Lewis gliding down Beale, sitting on top of a Hummer and pounding his fist, will long be a vivid memory for those who were there. The parade culminated with Lewis addressing the crowd from the W.C. Handy Park stage.

“This is the last time you’re gonna see me live,” he said. “The next part of the week I want to be focused on the hand, the head what I’m gonna do to Mike Tyson. Tyson’s gonna get knocked out.”

As three-time heavyweight champion Lewis and former undisputed champion Tyson worked toward being the boxer who will leave Memphis with the crown and millions of dollars, others discussed the potential revenue that might be brought into the Memphis market as a result of the megafight. “This will be the highest-grossing fight in the history of prize fighting,” said Mayor Willie W. Herenton. “I’ve heard the Convention and Visitors Bureau suggest that this has about a $50 million economic impact. I don’t know if that number is real, but if they feel it’s $50 million, I’ll say it’s comfortably $25 million in impact.”

Steward feels The Pyramid may actually be a better venue than a casino in Las Vegas for this fight. “It’s always good to fight in a city where no one is used to having fights. People appreciate it more than in Las Vegas,” he said. “You got the whole city coming out to host the fight and not just a casino, so I think it’s gonna be a very good turnout, and as a result, the fighters are gonna fight a little bit better than they would in Las Vegas.”

But boxing history is filled with fights that didn’t end as expected. In 1990 in Tokyo, Tyson was knocked out, losing his title to James “Buster” Douglas, an unknown 42-1 underdog. Then there was Tyson vs. Holyfield II, the 1997 bout marred by head butts and the infamous ear-biting incident. Tyson vs. Lewis has all the ingredients to become a fight for the ages, which is what the sports world is thirsting for.

“This is about fighting,” said Steward. “It’s two guys who have been close to fighting each other for many years. I think it’s gonna be an outpouring of emotions. The fight won’t go but five rounds, and Lennox Lewis will knock him out.”

Bold words, but if boxing history has taught us anything, it’s to expect just that anything.


Gender Roles

Why Memphis ranks when it comes to women in sports.

By Ron Martin

Mary Caroline Evangelisti became a citizen of Memphis at 12:05 a.m. on May 27, 2002. While her mother Tammy was preparing to deliver her, Mary Caroline’s dad paced, watched some baseball, a little of the Indy 500, and the Memorial Golf Tournament, all the while soliciting opinions as to who the Grizzlies might pick in the draft and, of course, the obvious question: What about the Tigers?

Mary Caroline was born into a sports family. Her parents are University of Memphis season-ticket-holders and regulars at Redbirds and Grizzlies games. Michael is a past race director of the Field of Dreams 5K run.

Seeing Mary Caroline moments after her birth, I couldn’t help but think there is a good chance of Mary Caroline developing more than a passing interest in sports. But was she born in the right city if she wants to cash in on that interest in, say, 18 or 20 years?

“Yes” is the answer from the president of the Memphis and Shelby County Sports Authority, Tiffany Brown. “Memphis is probably one of the most diversified sports cities in America in regard to gender,” she said.

“Diversified” is not one of the first words Memphians think of when they think of their hometown. Consider this, though: The president of the Redbirds is Rita Sparks; Gayle Rose was instrumental in luring the NBA to Memphis; and the president of the 2002 AXA Liberty Bowl is Judy Stanley all good examples of how far Memphis women have come in the world of Memphis sports.

“I attended my first Liberty Bowl board meeting 18 years ago,” said Stanley. “I got some pretty hard stares from the 65 men there, but I was invited to join, and since then, no one has treated me any differently than anyone else.”

Sports have empowered Memphis women like Stanley and Brown. “It means you don’t have to take a clerical job, if you’re a woman,” said Stanley. “Women have proven that they are can-do people.”

Brown, who came to Memphis two years ago, said women such as Lynn Parkes, associate athletic director at the University of Memphis, helped pave the way for Memphis women. “Getting past the gender issue became easier because she showed how detail-oriented women are,” said Brown, adding that she never felt being a woman was an issue when she interviewed for her current job. And she couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t the only woman in the room when it came time to negotiate with the NBA and the Grizzlies. “It was pretty neat,” said Brown. “It was a great time to be a woman.”

When Mary Caroline grows up, will she be able to dream of becoming the athletic director at the University of Memphis or president of basketball operations for the Memphis Grizzlies? Brown thinks so. “Sports is creating new opportunities for young women,” she said. “There is no limit for aspiring girls today.” Brown adds, laughing, “Men are just going to have to try harder.”

Flyers The SEC meetings produced a lengthy discussion regarding the proposal banning basketball freshmen and sophomores from entering the NBA draft. The only voice of semidissension came from Vanderbilt coach Kevin Stallings, who was concerned about restricting the ability of a financially needy player to provide for his family.

Rambings The sudden non-sellout of the Lewis-Tyson fight has media around the country suggesting that the lack of local attractions kept ticket-buyers home. Memphis loses round one in the public-relations fight.

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PEACE, LOVE, AND UNDERSTANDING

Mike Tyson gets a handler’s embrace after his workout before a media throng at Fitzberald’s Casino in Tunica Tuesday. (See this week’s Flyer for Tyson-Lewis fight special and follow our daily coverage on this website.)

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The $20 Million Question

Cover story by John Branston and Mary Cashiola

Additional reporting by Simone Barden and Bianca Phillips

At the Ducks Unlimited Great Outdoors Festival this weekend, an estimated 100,000 people will jam a noisy corner of Shelby Farms to shoot firearms and bows and arrows, roar around on four-wheelers and SUVs, scramble up climbing walls, paddle canoes, cook chili and duck gumbo, watch lumberjacks make wood chips fly, and poke around in tents and camping equipment.

And after three days, the festival will shut down and the crowds will disappear along with most of the activities. Then Shelby Farms will go back to being a place where people stroll around a lake, walk their dogs, hang out in parking lots, pick strawberries, and gaze at a herd of bison. And, of course, sit in traffic jams on their way to or from work.

Somewhere between these two extremes lies the future of Shelby Farms when it becomes Shelby Park.

If the Shelby County Commission follows through on its initial approval, all 4,450 acres of Shelby Farms will be turned over in July to an independent conservancy that will use a privately funded $20 million endowment to make improvements over several years. A master plan will be commissioned to fulfill the vision of a quiet, free park protected by a conservation easement and forever off-limits to developers.

The resulting park will truly be one-of-a-kind — 13 times the size of Overton Park, five times the size of Central Park in New York City, bigger even than Gettysburg or Shiloh military parks.

The Memphis Flyer and other local media have previously reported the views of park visionary Ron Terry, former chairman and CEO of First Tennessee National Corporation, as well as the dissenting opinions of Shelby County commissioners concerned that “affluence buys influence” and that public officials are giving up too much control of too many projects. In this story, the Flyer takes a look at Shelby Farms from the perspective of the people who use it every day. We interviewed more than 60 park-users of all ages as well as staff and volunteers in virtually every corner of the park, from the riding stables to the strawberry fields to Patriot Lake to the shooting range.

Most people were at least vaguely aware that changes are in the works for Shelby Farms, but few of them grasped the magnitude of the plan or the size of the park itself. Asked how large they thought Shelby Farms is, people guessed anywhere from 100 acres to 1,500 acres.

“I like it just the way it is, and I wish the people who want to develop this place would just leave it alone,” said Wes Wolfe. “It’s just like a great big backyard.”

The majority of concerns we found were fairly mundane — goose and duck poop around Patriot Lake, a general lack of bathrooms, not enough parking or playground equipment, and shoestring maintenance. Park officials, strapped for funds and personnel, did not disagree.

“Cleaning up goose poop is a full-time job,” said Steve Satterfield, interim superintendent of Shelby Farms.

The staff has its hands full just cutting 600 to 700 acres of grass every week. The Shelby Farms operating deficit is expected to exceed $500,000 this fiscal year, which is one of the reasons for turning it over to a conservancy.

Some users would like to see big-ticket improvements that are impossible under the current budget.

“I think it would be nice to have a public swimming pool,” said Ruth Rike, who has been coming to Shelby Farms for 32 years to walk and pick strawberries.

“They need something other than just a park, like a little golf course,” suggested Wendy Lopez. “They need something more for kids than just a play area.”

Over at the public shooting range, Bill Gregory was glad to have a chance to vent to a reporter about the plan to close the range this year and relocate it to an unspecified place.

“We pay to come out here,” he said. “It’s $7 to shoot. Nobody else pays. No one pays to fly a kite, ride a bike, or walk the dog. We pay. I don’t know where we’ll go when this place closes.”

Those ideas are likely to be unpopular with the conservancy, which will be oriented toward passive recreation and public health, based on its vision statement and proposed bylaws. But if our interviews made anything clear, it is that just about any idea, no matter how seemingly innocent, has fierce proponents and detractors.

Take shade trees.

“I think more trees around Patriot Lake would really improve Shelby Farms,” said Rhonda Clark.

Don’t tell that to the Tornado Alley Sailing Club.

“Last year, they started planting trees at this lake, which is the only open lake around here,” said Lee Shackelford, sailing on the lake with friends. “But they don’t realize that every tree hinders the wind we need to sail.”

And it may take the wisdom of Solomon to decide what to do about the ducks and geese. Little children love to feed them; others, tired of stepping in goose poop, would like to feed them a load of 12-gauge shot.

“We have hundreds of newly hatched goslings,” said Satterfield. “We’ve been talking to wildlife resource to get rid of them. If they learn to fly here, they’ll probably learn to stick around. They migrate back here and nest here.”

Then there is the issue of roads.

“Everyone’s scared of parking lots and I’ll probably make some people mad by saying this,” said Satterfield, “but on Saturday morning, all the lots are filled. People don’t have any alternative but to park on the grass.”

That means the grass won’t grow, and the compacted soil contributes to the erosion of the park. There are similar issues with roads into the park’s interior. By minimizing roads in the past to preserve the park’s pastoral nature, officials unwittingly encouraged people to drive off-road to get to the out-of-the-way places of the park.

“From a conservation point of view,” said Satterfield, “I think everybody could live with a solution where we provided them with some more roads [inside the park]. Right now, [off-road driving] is uncontrollable.”

History: A $200 Million Asset

Keeping all of this in perspective, Shelby Farms is the sort of “problem” any city would love to have. No other major urban area has so much undeveloped land located so close to the geographic and population center of the county. The people backing the conservancy — Terry, the Hyde Family Foundation, Mike McDonnell, the Plough Foundation, Lee Winchester — are lifelong Memphians with decades of involvement in conservation and civic causes. A $20 million endowment would fund both short-term and long-term improvements that would bring thousands of new visitors to a cleaner, prettier, and more interesting park.

But by focusing single-mindedly on passive parkland and conservation, county residents are oversimplifying the history of Shelby Farms and leaving millions of dollars of potential revenue on the table.

Shelby Farms was never intended to be a 4,450-acre park — urban, suburban, or otherwise. Its origins predate the term suburbia. In 1928, Shelby County bought 1,600 acres to relocate the Penal Farm, miles away from the outskirts of Memphis (Shelby Farms today is inside the city limits of Memphis but is run by the county.) By 1946, the farm had grown to 4,450 acres. In the late 1960s, development was lapping at its edges and a prison farm was an anachronism. The county considered selling all or part of it. Boyle Development and the Maryland-based Rouse Company proposed a huge planned development that would have accommodated 40,000 residents and 12,000 housing units. Over several years in the 1970s, the plan was defeated by a coalition of environmentalists and developers. By 1976, county officials were so weary of the haggling that they offered to transfer Shelby Farms to the city of Memphis. But then-county mayor Roy Nixon vetoed the plan.

There has been sporadic development of Shelby Farms since then, notably Patriot Lake and the welcome center, Agricenter International, Shelby Showplace Arena, and a couple of restaurants. The closest thing to a commercial development is the headquarters of Ducks Unlimited, completed in 1992, mainly through the efforts of former county mayor Bill Morris and businessman Billy Dunavant, an avid hunter. The one- and two-story headquarters building houses 160 employees.

Ducks Unlimited, a nonprofit organization dedicated to wetlands conservation and waterfowl hunting, has a sweetheart lease. It pays no rent for 40 years.

“We give the county up to 500 hours of free consultation on wetlands and other conservation issues every year,” said chief financial officer Randy Graves, who is talking to the Agricenter about extending its lease for another 40 years.

The offices and parking lots of Ducks Unlimited are so unobtrusive and heavily landscaped that many people speeding by on Walnut Grove Road don’t even realize they’re there — except during the annual Great Outdoors Festival. The event jams the park with sports enthusiasts, shuttle buses, exhibitors and shoppers, and kids getting a taste of activities that either are not allowed or soon will be banned inside Shelby Park, such as skeet shooting, archery, and four-wheeling. Other less testosterone-charged recreations like dog training, canoeing, biking, and hiking would be enhanced under the conservancy plan.

“We’re pretty excited about it,” said Graves. “At first, we were a little nervous, but I have personally been attending some of the meetings with the county and Ron Terry. The Outdoors Festival would be exempt from some of the restrictions, and there would be no abatements on us as a tenant except for a new entrance if Walnut Grove Road goes away.”

In general, Shelby County government has made little effort to attract commercial sponsorships in Shelby Farms, and most members of the county commission and the proposed conservancy are opposed to them in principle. Ducks Unlimited, however, has no such qualms. The Great Outdoors Festival has 15 sponsors (technically, it’s the Ducks Unlimited Great Outdoors Festival presented by Suzuki). Like Memphis in May, it also charges an entrance fee which brings in over $1 million. The attendance suggests that people don’t mind paying $10 to come to a park if you give them something to see and do.

Other special events at Shelby Farms over the years have included the Starry Nights driving tour at Christmas, a Christian concert and festival, a Civil War reenactment, the Tour de Wolf bicycle race, and a farmers’ market. County officials have shunned efforts to build a golf course or a zoo. Even a golf driving range, which could bring in enough income to pay the annual operating expenses with little impact on the park, was rejected. A contract for a paddle-boat concession was signed but has not been fulfilled.

Projected revenue for the year ending June 30, 2002, is $2.1 million, mostly from Agricenter International and Shelby Showplace Arena. Excluding those, the park was projected to bring in only $391,000, including a Christian rock concert which was canceled, costing the park $150,000 in revenue. With expenditures of $775,000, the operating deficit exceeds $500,000.

What is Shelby Farms worth if parts of it were sold or leased for commercial development? A conservative estimate is at least $200 million.

Waymon “Jackie” Welch of Welch Realty, a leading suburban developer, has over the past decade sold several tracts adjoining the park to businesses and restaurants. Based on sales he made in the last four years, Welch said land along Germantown Parkway is worth at least $500,000 an acre, which is what he got this year for a site for a Chuck E. Cheese’s near Dexter Road. The abandoned soccer fields and nearby property south of Walnut Grove on the west side of the park could be worth $200,000 an acre. And hundreds of other acres are worth, conservatively, $60,000 to $100,000 per acre.

“It is, without question, a premier site that would attract national attention,” Welch said. Alternately, the county could keep the land itself and lease it.

“This could generate millions and millions of dollars a year in ground leases and taxes,” he said. “In three years, you’d have $2 million to $3 million a month plus taxes coming in to the county.”

Welch added that he has no expectation that this will happen in light of political realities, despite the county’s mounting $1.3 billion debt.

Park Or Park Place?

Shelby Farms defies slogans and clichés. Two popular bumper stickers, “Don’t Split Shelby Farms” and “Shelby Farms: Keep It Green,” ignore the fact that the park is already split and interior roads and parking lots keep people from driving off-road to get to their favorite spots. Often described as “an urban jewel,” even its ardent backers, including Terry, admit that it is lightly used and that many Memphians are oblivious to it.

If part of the park’s new mission is to contribute to a healthier community by providing a place to hike, bike, skate, and go horseback riding, does the park need new management and private funding to provide activities already available?

Ranger Rick Richardson is at Shelby Farms at least five days a week, both as an employee and as a volunteer. As a volunteer, Richardson picks up trash and does maintenance and repairs in addition to his shift on the mounted patrol.

Richardson has heard his share of skepticism:

“If you have to give $250,000 to be on the conservancy board and have a say as to what happens there, is the general public going to be able to have any input? It’ll be run by wealthy people. I hear concerns from visitors. They say, ‘Why change the name to Shelby Park? They should change the name to Shelby Country Club. That’s what it’s going to be.'”

Satterfield, the interim superintendent of the park since last year, points to the county’s mounting debt. In the grand scheme of things, the park is competing in a race for funds alongside county schools, roads, and jails. And it’s losing.

In fact, the parts of the park that are most often utilized by the public were not funded by Shelby County in the first place. Satterfield said the park’s greatest assets are its gathering places: the Patriot Lake and Chickasaw trails.

“Those trails were funded with grant funds,” said Satterfield.

The grants were from a federal program for highway, trail, and road improvements. The county mayor’s office was involved in securing the funds, but the trails were not paid for with county money. Likewise, bathrooms and playground areas have been donated by private businesses.

Satterfield doesn’t know what will happen to county employees at the park, but he believes that the conservancy is probably the only way to utilize the park to its fullest potential.

“Part of the beauty, in my mind, of the park is that there’s nothing there,” he said. “In the fields, there aren’t any obstructions. You don’t see any buildings. The beauty is in the pastoral nature. I hope they can retain that. It’s nice to be able to come across the Wolf River and boom! Wide open spaces.”


Central Park — Size: 843 acres. Population served: 20 million. Conservancy lease: 8 years, 60-member board. Private funds: $270 million. History: Frederick Law Olmsted’s masterpiece.

Shelby Park — Size: 4,450 acres. Population served: 1 million. Conservancy lease: 100 years, 11-member board. Private funds: $20 million. History: Shelby County Penal Farm in 1929.

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Downhome Sophisticate

Corey Harris

(Rounder)

Corey Harris has long been hailed as one of contemporary blues’ most promising young performers, but maybe it’s finally time to put that label to rest. After all, contemporary blues is a relatively conservative and tight-knit scene, and Harris is one remarkably expansive musician. In reality, Harris’ relationship to the blues is about the same as Los Lobos’ to East L.A. garage rock and Mexican folk or Wyclef Jean’s to hip hop — it’s a mere starting point. And Harris deserves the wider commercial audience those artists have found, not just the limited audience of self-professed blues fans.

Harris has also long been connected with Memphian Alvin Youngblood Hart, with whom he shares a blues base that expands broadly. But the differences are crucial. Hart is a great American roots artist, his tastes straying most frequently into classic rock and outsider country. Harris, obvious from his newest and best album, Downhome Sophisticate, is a different breed. Crafted out of the cultural gumbo of New Orleans (the Denver native’s adopted home) and informed by Harris’ studies in the Caribbean and West Africa, Downhome Sophisticate places Harris in the company of artists such as globe-trotting troubadour Manu Chao and Punjabi Londoner Tjinder Singh (aka Cornershop) — new-breed “world music” performers, artists who make cultural collision sound natural and inevitable, groovy and gorgeous.

With crucial help from collaborator Jamal Millner (Harris’ band, apparently called the 5×5, deserves equal billing here), Downhome Sophisticate is pan-African-diaspora pop (with Harris’ vocals occasionally venturing into French or reggae patois) rooted in the African-American blues tradition, taking sonic gambles on virtually every track and never once faltering. The opening “Frankie Doris” mixes hip-hop-bred beats, ’70s-soul background vocals, and Stax horns into a relentlessly hyped-up mix, while Harris cements the record as a sort of P-Funk version of the country blues with the political sloganeering of: “I’m gon’ takes my taxes/Buy me some axes/Drive my car up to Chocolate City/Go to the White House/Make it my house/You know my people built it for free.”

As a signature anthem, “Frankie Doris” is topped only by the title track, which sounds like Arrested Development gone avant-garde. With the concept implied by the title lending focus to the music itself, it’s as close to a statement of principles as Harris has come. Harris’ own fearlessly awkward rapped vocals rise over a bed of music containing what sounds like one of those ubiquitous Jackson Five piano samples (except, in this case, it’s played live), vintage-sounding background vocals that Moby would kill to borrow, and drum-and-bass interplay that sounds like a perpetual-motion machine. And “Fire” may be the most compelling pop moment yet to reference 9/11, reliving the scene with a biblical sense of weirdness and foreboding — like an ancient tribal version of ’60s acid-rock.

Harris also branches out with the epic calypso of “Sista Rosa” and the directly Caribbean and West African flavors of “Santora,” a song that tersely illustrates the racial tensions bound up in a chance police encounter and that makes its social critique and hip-hop influence explicit with the reprise “F’shizza (Santoro Remix),” in which Harris introduces two MCs who can actually rap.

Not that Harris doesn’t make his commitment to the blues tradition explicit as well. “Money On My Mind” is electrified Delta blues with a guitar riff and overactive rhythm that evokes the standard “Baby Please Don’t Go” — but spiked with ghostly background vocals that dredge up a haunted past (“Down in Court Square I was chained to the block,” the narrator sings). “Keep Your Lamp Trimmed and Burning” is gutbucket gospel featuring rough call-and-response vocals and a piercing blues-guitar solo. “Don’t Let the Devil Ride” is punctuated by soaring leads à la Elmore James, while the instrumental “BB” is a bit of bar blues that rides along on guest Henry Butler’s barrelhouse piano.

If there’s a weakness here, it’s in the lack of full-fledged songs — lyrically, this is mostly a collection of sketches. The rootsy sound-over-sense approach and perpetual groove of this record would seem to appeal to jam-band fans, except the music is much more fierce and focused than anything you’ll find in that scene. As pure sound — and pure sound as emphatic cultural mission — it’s a tour de force. I haven’t heard anything else this year that sounds nearly as good. —Chris Herrington

Grade: A

The Soul & The Edge:

The Best of

Johnny Paycheck

Johnny Paycheck

(Columbia/Legacy)

A notable sideman for Ray Price and George Jones before going solo, Johnny Paycheck had all the skills necessary to develop into the greatest honky-tonk singer of all time. He also had a mean streak and an appetite for self-destruction that rivaled even the most notorious country-music hell-raisers, so much so that Paycheck’s personality problems, not his lack of talent, kept him from fulfilling his potential.

Paycheck is most famous for his cover of David Allen Coe’s cartoonish working man’s anthem “Take This Job and Shove It,” and, commercially speaking, precious little attention has been paid to his earlier body of work. The Real Mr. Heartache, a compilation of recordings for the Hilltop and Little Darlin’ labels, proved that Paycheck was the unquestioned king of black, sardonic country. Tracks like “He’s In a Hurry (He Has To Get Home To My Wife),” “Pardon Me, I’ve Got Someone To Kill,” and “It Won’t Be Long and I’ll Be Hating You” are certainly comical in an over-the-top way, but the dark humor in no way diminishes their impact. Still, most of these recordings fell into obscurity, and Paycheck continued to work primarily as a sideman until “Take This Job and Shove It” broke in 1977.

Nothing on The Soul & The Edge, a new collection of Paycheck hits from the ’70s and ’80s, can compare to the distinctive, hard-edged whine of his earlier work. Even tracks that play into the artist’s outlaw image (“I’m the Only Hell My Mama Ever Raised” being the best and most exciting example) are broad caricatures compared to the genuine meanness he’d shown at Little Darlin’. Odd, funk-influenced arrangements, an excess of horns, and intrusive harmonica-blowing muddle many tracks. Redneck soul ballads like “Slide Off of Your Satin Sheets” and “She’s All I Got” lurch in the direction of Ray Price’s decidedly soulful country but land on the softer side of ’70s pop.

But that’s not to say The Soul & The Edge has nothing to offer. The swinging retro lament of “Barstool Mountain” is a nice reminder of just how well Paycheck once combined humorous imagery with pathos. “The Outlaw’s Prayer,” a monologue about a contrite hillbilly singer who isn’t allowed in a church because of his long beard and hair, calls to mind any number of Red Sovine’s famous talkers, while “11 Months and 29 Days” (the amount of time it’s going to take the protagonist to get sober) is a prison song worthy of Haggard or Cash.

With 23 tracks of latter-day Paycheck, The Soul & The Edge wears out its welcome long before the final notes fade. Much of the material here has been included on other compilations, and a number of tracks (notably a pair of Haggard covers and a forgettable duet with George Jones on “You Better Move On”) hardly merit rerelease. However, for newer country fans who are interested in Paycheck but aren’t interested in possessing his entire back catalog, The Soul & The Edge makes a perfect companion to the extraordinary The Real Mr. Heartache. — Chris Davis

Grade: B-

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Sound Advice

Though rarely celebrated today by a city whose musical nostalgia is more focused on the mid-century blues and rockabilly that made Memphis famous, jug bands and small jazz “orchestras” were the prime music on Beale Street during the city’s first great music explosion, and that’s the legacy The Bluff City Backsliders pay homage to.

With their irreverent but loving take on tradition, the Backsliders — an eight-man lineup consisting of Jason Freeman (lead vocals and guitar), Mark Lemhouse (guitar and vocals), Michael Graber (mandolin and kazoo), Clint Wagner (banjo and fiddle), Adam Woodard (piano), Mike Powers (trombone), Steve Barnat (drums), and John C. Stubblefield (upright bass) — have emerged as one of the most enjoyable acts on the local club scene over the last year or so, their intoxicating, accessible sound spiked by Woodard’s barrelhouse piano and Freeman’s sly, gritty vocals. The band will celebrate the release of its eponymous debut disc on Saturday, June 1st, at Young Avenue Deli. The 12-song album, recorded locally at Sounds Unreel and mastered at Ardent, showcases the traditional and vintage songs the band plays live, recreating the jaunty and durable sound that echoes country blues, jug bands, early jazz, and bluegrass while covering the likes of Howlin’ Wolf, Charley Patton, Blind Willie McTell, and the Memphis Jug Band.

Chris Herrington

The bar was rowdy, and while people seemed to be enjoying the band, nobody was paying too much attention. And then the opening chords of the final song were struck and everyone turned in total silence toward the stage, their jaws dragging along the beer-slick floor. Very few performers can silence a bar thusly, but The Villains‘ husky-voiced front-chick can do it on command. When Lori Gienapp sings Bonnie Tyler’s power ballad “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” it is impossible to offer her anything but your full attention. The same is true when she croons “Baby,” Os Mutantes’ irresistible ode to amore. The Villains, a pedigreed group boasting a Grifter, a Porch Ghoul, a Neckbone, and the Simple One, can crank out a fine original tune in the indie tradition, but that’s not really what they are about. They are a cover band who stake their legitimacy on the fact that none of their imitative ilk can begin to match these cats in terms of diversity and taste, let alone the ability to convert cheese into gold without so much as a trace of irony. A little Everly Brothers, anyone? Some Smiths? How about a cut from Physical Graffiti or perhaps a soul-shaking version of “When I Was Young”? The Villains play all your favorite hits that the real villains (read: programmers for oldies radio) have somehow forgotten about. Tune in when they play the Hi-Tone on Thursday, May 30th, with newbies The Maroons.

Chris Davis

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City Sports

The Ultimate Job Interview

Grizzlies’ prospects look to make the grade in the big leagues.

By James P. Hill

You’re a basketball star who’s achieved excellence on the playgrounds, in high school, and in college. Now you are a month away from possibly living your childhood dream: being drafted by the NBA. You find yourself shooting the jumper, running cuts, slam-dunking, and playing defense inside a closed gym in Memphis while being critiqued by the Grizzlies president of basketball operations Jerry West. Also along the sidelines are head coach Sidney Lowe, Chuck Daly, Dick Versace, and a staff of scouts.

Why is this workout so intense, so nerve-wracking? Simple. This time it’s about showcasing your game to the NBA, and your fate is bouncing with the basketball. If the Grizzlies are impressed, you could be on your way to The Pyramid as the number four pick in the NBA lottery.

“This is exactly how I envisioned it — just getting up a lot of shots, going through a series of drills, to show different abilities and all you can do,” said Lonnie Baxter, a 6’8″, 250-pound forward from Maryland.

For players like Baxter, Jared Jeffries (Indiana), Jason Jennings (Arkansas State), and Dajuan Wagner, these workouts are the ultimate job interviews. For Mid-South native Jason Jennings (7′, 250 pounds), landing a spot on the Grizzlies’ roster would be an ideal situation. “Being just an hour from my hometown, if I were able to play here, it would draw a lot of fan support from Arkansas, Jonesboro, and the area,” Jennings said. “I think it would be beneficial for the whole community around here, but you never know. You have to see how things go.”

Another aspect of these workouts includes the mental challenge of staying focused — playing solid basketball with a possible career at stake. “You just have to come out here with a good mindset and really be focused on what you’re doing,” said Baxter.

Grizzlies director of player personnel, Tony Barone, is conducting the workouts, and he’s excited about how players are responding. “I’ve been really impressed with the intensity level of the guys who have come in,” he said. “This is a taxing deal for these guys because they’re in a foreign environment. They really don’t know what to expect, and there is a lot of pressure on them.”

The Grizzlies have their eye on several underclassmen. Jared Jeffries, the 6’10”, 240-pound sophomore forward from Indiana, appeared stronger than his stature would indicate. Jeffries averaged 15 points, 7.6 rebounds, and 2.1 steals per contest in the challenging Big Ten Conference. Many believe Jeffries improved his chances of being a higher draft pick by leading the Hoosiers to the NCAA Final Four. Jeffries appeared competitive, confident, and motivated. “I see myself just playing,” he said. “If they have me come in and want me to play this position, I’ll play that. It just depends on what they want me to do.”

Finally, freshman phenom Dajuan Wagner, the 6’3″ guard from Memphis, was also very impressive, according to Grizzlies head coach Sidney Lowe. “He had a very nice workout,” Lowe said. “And he showed some of the skills that we thought he had. Once he got loose, he stroked it. You can see the athleticism, the talent there. He’s going to be a very good player in this league.”

For Wagner, playing for the Grizzlies would be a perfect fit. “I will be excited about any team,” he said. “But you know I would love to play in Memphis.”

Too Big

It’s time for a change in Conference USA.

By Ron Martin

The time is at hand for Conference USA to think outside the box. The king is naked. His subjects have to come to the realization that change is in order. Big change.

Conference USA needs to show the door to non-football-playing members St. Louis, Charlotte, Marquette, and DePaul. It needs to decide what its philosophy is and present it to its members and the sporting world at large.

Soon after returning from the recent C-USA meetings in Destin, Florida, University of Memphis athletic director R.C. Johnson listened to my ideas without laughing. Regarding the deletion of the non-football schools, he said, “It’s something we’ve got to look at, because we’re too big. That’s what the Mountain West did when they broke away from the WAC. It makes it cleaner, gives us a better image, and is easier to manage. We’re a mixture of urban and rural schools. We need to know what we want to be.”

Johnson agreed that there is a perception that the conference doesn’t have a philosophy — and that the perception may be true. “We need to decide what we want to be,” he said. “We’ve grown so fast, it’s hard to keep up.”

The potential realignment of basketball divisions brings other issues to the forefront. There are too many teams (15) and too many institutions putting their own interest above the league’s. “We need to think of what is best for the league, and I think we’re coming to that, but we’re not there yet,” Johnson said.

Basketball realignment is not the only situation facing C-USA. Eleven schools participate in football, creating much the same problem as in basketball. The numbers just don’t work if a championship playoff is in the future. ABC television has already allotted a time slot for the C-USA championship but not under its current format.

One glamour name was bandied around as a possible new member in Destin: Notre Dame. “[The athletic directors] put together a wish list, so why not wish for the best,” Johnson said. “It’s worth pursuing and there have been informal talks, but realistically, there’s probably not much chance of it happening.”

Bringing Notre Dame into the fold would be a plus, but not a panacea. Conference USA needs strong leadership. Commissioner Mike Slive’s ability to lead the league from its birth to a viable association is commendable. But, unfortunately, it’s becoming more of an association than a league. His power seems to be that of a negotiator more than a leader. While that may be the fault of the members, it’s a situation that has to change. Collegiate athletics is a dog-eat-dog world. Consider the SEC as a reference point.

Can Slive take the conference to the next level? When the presidents of the member schools meet next month, it’s an issue that must be addressed before other issues can even be considered.

Flyers As you read this, the Southeastern Conference is concluding its meetings in Destin. Questions that need to be answered: Will the power struggle end soon and the search for a replacement for retiring commissioner Roy Kramer begin? Will the reason for Ole Miss chancellor Robert Khayat’s apparent rush for power be revealed?

Commitments from Nick Price and David Toms make this year’s FedEx St. Jude Classic field one of the best in the tourney’s history.

Ramblings Rashaad Carruth decided not to pay his way onto the U of M basketball team, thank you … Just thought I’d ask: Will the downtown homeless be forced to find new homes during fight week for appearance’s sake? … If collegiate soccer players can play for professional teams and keep their eligibility if they aren’t paid, then why can’t other student-athletes? … The irony of the week: Run Ole Miss chancellor Robert Khayat’s name in a computer spell-check and the word “cheat” pops up. Yet it’s Khayat who is aggressively trying to stem the cheating tide with his proposal for an SEC police force. He’s swimming upstream.

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Turnaround Time

Memphis City Schools superintendent Johnnie Watson is on the right track in pledging to reconstitute those schools still on the state’s low-performing list in 2004. Under an approach based on high standards and accountability, reconstituting schools should be viewed as the final sanction for schools that are not achieving.

The first step is regular assessments, required by the state and now by the federal government under the “No Child Left Behind Act.” Whether we like it or not, annual testing is a fact of life. If tests are aligned with curricula, they can be an important tool to identify schools and students that are not measuring up.

Our community is now faced with the second and perhaps most crucial step in turning around our failing schools: giving them the resources they need to achieve.

School districts like Memphis face myriad challenges, such as a shortage of qualified teachers, high concentrations of poverty, and inadequate facilities and resources. They cannot be expected to shoulder the burden alone. The No Child Left Behind Act was tied to a 15 percent increase in federal education funding for this very purpose.

Although the Bush administration’s 2003 budget only provided a 2.8 percent increase in education dollars, I am working with my colleagues in Congress to make good on the promise to help states and school districts like Memphis meet this new federal mandate.

At the local level, the school board, administrators, and elected officials have offered a number of proposals to improve student performance, including school uniforms, extending the school year, tutoring, and after-school programs. I am encouraged by these proposals.

The next step should be to leverage the expertise, resources, and time of our leading corporate citizens and employers to get the schools off the state’s list. In major cities throughout the nation, school systems have partnered with civic-minded business leaders to promote and maintain high standards. If there was ever a time to initiate such a partnership in Memphis, it is now.

Since December, I have worked with various corporate leaders, students, principals, and teachers to formulate a turnaround plan to encourage companies to become directly involved with the 64 schools on the state’s poor-performing list. Under the proposal, participating businesses would work with principals and teachers in low-performing schools. They would identify specific needs and then provide the schools with assistance in exchange for a federal tax credit for the amount of committed resources. Companies would be expected to look within their own organizations for volunteers to provide tutoring, mentoring, or other expertise.

Participating businesses should look to the efforts at Snowden and Carnes elementary schools, among others, where principals are using performance data to raise test scores, identify under-performing students, and hold teachers accountable. This approach not only helps students perform better on tests, it serves as an “early warning system” to identify where they are falling short and need help.

Business leaders should not be expected to meet the challenge of improving our schools just because it is the right thing to do. They should also partner with schools because it is in their self-interest. It puts a premium on knowledge in a global marketplace in which employers are increasingly having difficulty recruiting skilled workers.

The Business Roundtable estimates that the percentage of U.S. companies reporting a lack of skilled employees as a barrier to growth has increased from 27 percent to 69 percent over the last 10 years. Maintaining high standards will pay dividends in the form of an educated workforce, and the entire community will benefit.

A “turnaround team” is not a silver bullet that will solve all of our education problems, but it is a vital element of a broader community effort to give students the knowledge and skills to succeed in today’s marketplace.

Harold Ford Jr. is congressman for Tennessee’s 7th District and is a member of the House Committee on Education and the Workforce.

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NOT CARBON DATED, BUT…

Although there are those who claim knowledge of Works before and since the Elizabethan/Jacobean age in England, the bold conclusion of this sign would tend to restrict the Author to a somewhat limited time and space, more or less contemporary with Shakespeare. One wonders: was there collaboration? Did they get along? Is this what Nietzsche had in mind?

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Plastic Fang

The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion

(Matador Records)

Blues, punk, hip hop what’s the difference? All

three genres have been around long enough for their rules to

be codified if not ossified, though discerning critics have

pointed out that the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion’s particular

brand of postmodern genre-mixing often blurred the lines

between parody, irony, and racial caricaturing in unsettling,

“irresponsible” fashion. Had the JSBX been a bigger mini-major

success story, questions about the rationale behind their

contemptuous hipster posturing might have been broached

with greater seriousness. Yet radio has ignored Spencer’s barks

at the moon, and the JSBX fan base probably hasn’t

bothered to really investigate when and how the aesthetic strategies

of blues, post-punk, and minstrelsy have mixed and mingled in the band’s

music. Luckily for them, it looks like they and you and me will no

longer feel compelled to work out the implications of the band’s

avant-blues phase. Plastic Fang, coming

nearly four years after 1998’s Acme, is the most straightforward record of

the band’s career.

Freed from the silly hip-hop nods and pure-noise

experimentation that have littered and bogged down previous albums for over a

decade, the dozen songs on Plastic Fang

lose none of their snarl and speed thanks to Don Smith’s

production and the unlikely rhythm section of guitarist

Judah Bauer and hulking drummer Russell Simins. Gone

also is Spencer’s faux-Mick Jagger impression (and all of

the cultural baggage that implies) in favor of jokes

about Bazooka gum, Black Flag, and the tribulations of life as

a werewolf.

Here they play “Money Rock ‘n’ Roll” shorn of

historical resonance, and they soar into power-trio heaven from

the atonal opening chord of “Sweet ‘n’ Sour” to the organ

riot that closes the record. Whether this new edition will strike

it rich is moot, which is now sort of sad. As is the fact

that principled ideologues and twentysomethings with no

sense of history or charity will probably ignore this unlikely

testimonial. Addison Engelking

Grade: A-

Keep It Coming

20 Miles

(Fat Possum)

I never was a 20 Miles fan. The band, a side project

of Jon Spencer Blues Explosion guitarist Judah Bauer, may

have had good intentions, but both their debut,

Ragged Backyard Classics, and its abortive follow-up, a North Mississippi

blues project recorded with R.L. Boyce, Othar Turner, and

Spam (T-Model Ford’s drummer), fell far short of success.

Bauer seemed unwilling to shape his own vision, and it

showed: 20 Miles came off as an amorphous stab at

self-expression destined to remain on the back burner.

But you can forget all that now. Keep It

Coming supersedes even the Blues Explosion’s new one

(Plastic Fang) as the blues-rock album of 2002. From the stripped-down

approach of “Well, Well, Well” to the album’s closer, “I Believe,” it’s

evident that Bauer has achieved the impossible: He’s concocted the perfect

combination of hill-country blues and big-city

rock. “Tear down the mountains,” he commands on “Well, Well, Well”

“Help me take down all the idols/I don’t need them/I don’t believe them,”

Bauer growls, and it’s obvious that he’s finally comfortable in his own skin.

The country twang of “Only One,” the ringing guitar rock on

“All My Brothers, Sisters Too!,” and the

jangling affirmations of “Feel Right”

make you wanna turn it up loud and boogie till you drop.

Don’t miss “Rhythm Bound,” an addictive hand-clapping

percussive romp that name-checks H.C. Speir, the Jackson,

Mississippi, talent scout who discovered Charley Patton,

Skip James, and a handful of other bluesmen in the first half

of the 20th century. “Heal myself/Help myself/Soothe

myself every day,” Bauer sings over his chunky guitar chords

with infectious enthusiasm, “I am rhythm bound.”

Elsewhere (“Fix Fences,” “Phaedo”), he plays with a tremolo style

that rivals the late great Pops Staples.

Keep It Coming is so damn good that I wonder what

it took for Bauer to finally break through. I can almost

picture him selling his soul to the devil at some desolate

Brooklyn crossroads, like an urban Robert Johnson. Stranger

things have happened. Andria Lisle

Grade: A

Screamin’ and Hollerin’ the Blues

Charley Patton

(Revenant Records)

Charley Patton is the root of Mississippi Delta

blues. He taught Son House (who taught Robert Johnson

and Muddy Waters). He taught Howlin’ Wolf and Pops

Staples. And he has inspired blues players and fans for generations.

Patton’s life is as mysterious as his music is powerful.

He was born in 1887 and died in 1933. He was a songster

in his day, traveling widely and playing in a range of

styles. The blues was then nascent, the elements from which

it would be created swirling about the Delta like a storm

about to form. Patton played them all from the

Scots-Irish reels and jigs to the Hawaiian-style slide guitar. Patton

himself was the tornado that would be called the blues.

I’ve owned several Patton collections, but none has

been as listenable, as sonically accessible, as these. For the

first time, you can hear Patton without the hissing sound

of previous transfers but with the bass-y bottom punch of

a 78. Untrained ears will have little trouble adjusting to

the sound.

Five of the CDs on this massive collection feature

Patton’s music, including false starts, outtakes, and sessions on

which Patton was a sideman. The sixth disc, Charley’s

Orbit, demonstrates the range of his influence, with tracks by

Bukka White, Son House, Ma Rainey, Furry Lewis, Howlin’

Wolf, and several others. It’s a great compilation disc itself;

that each track can be traced to Patton makes it all the

more powerful. Disc seven features four interviews with

people who knew Patton. The Wolf snippet is incredible, and

the H.C. Speir interview is a fascinating oral history.

As important as this collection is musically, it’s also

an astounding feat of packaging. I had as much fun

opening this box set as I’ve had unwrapping any gift since I was

a child. The package is a recreation of an old 10-inch 78

RPM “album” (several 78s packaged together, like oldies at

the thrift stores). Within, there are seven CDs, a paperback

book on Patton by the late John Fahey (founder of the

reissue label behind this treat), a reproduction of liner notes to

a previous Patton reissue, 128 pages of intense liner

notes from national authorities (including the University of

Memphis’ Dr. David Evans), several reproductions of period

advertisements, and more. It’s expensive (about $175),

but for the blues fan who has everything or the designer

who’s seen it all, it’s well worth the cost.

Robert Gordon

Grade: A+