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The Bloodthirsty Lovers is a nearly-unimaginable assemblage of

virtuosity. Just consider the lineup of this genuine Memphis supergroup and let

it sink in deep. First and foremost (in every way), there is Dave Shouse, the

multifaceted musician and songwriter from indie stalwarts the Grifters and

critical darlings Those Bastard Souls. Add to the mix Jason Paxton, the Satyrs’

sweetly maudlin frontman whose sweeping classical aspirations were revealed on

the final track of the Satyrs’ first (and possibly last) album. And let’s not forget

DDT’s mad genius Paul “I swear you can turn a tree into a violin played by the wind”

Taylor. Doesn’t it all sound too good to be true? If Shelby Bryant of the Clears and

Cloud-Wow Music fame — and a charter

member of the Bloodthirsty Lovers — wasn’t

leaving town for parts unknown (a terrible blow to the Memphis scene), it

would have been too good to be true.

But even without Bryant’s brilliant whimsy and weird math, this group

of amorous vampires is composed of so many brilliant sonic chefs that any musical

stew from their collective kitchen seems doomed to arrive DOA. Far from it, friends, far

from it. Though each of these Memphis legends-in-the-making have their moments

to shine, Shouse is clearly taking the lead here. He has blended the explosiveness of the

Grifters with the pop-meets-prog sensibility of one

of his earliest musical endeavors — the

all-but-forgotten Moroccan Roll (with Easley

Studios’ producer extraordinaire and maestro in his

own right Davis McCain). Shouse abandoned “head” music for flat-out rocking in the

’80s when he had the great revelation that

“working people don’t go out on the weekends

to seek enlightenment, they want to shake their ass.” With the Bloodthirsty Lovers he may

have proven, after two decades of experimentation, that these two musical byproducts are

not mutually exclusive. The Bloodthirsty Lovers will be at the Young Avenue Deli on

Friday, March 1st, with Tristeza, and if you have a

lick of sense you will be there too. — Chris Davis

London’s Andy Dragazis, aka Blue States, is a semimajor electronica and

trip-hop figure whose debut album, the subtle,

jazzy Nothing Changes Under the Sun, was released in the U.S. last year on a label

run by Washington-based club stars Thievery Corporation. The touring version of

Blue States, which will appear at the Young Avenue Deli on Saturday, March 2nd,

will find Dragazis attempting to replicate the sample-driven textures of his

recorded music with full rock-band backing. An atypical show for the Memphis club

scene and definitely worth a listen.

Othar Turner and The Rising Star Fife and Drum

Band made a triumphant appearance last month at

Richard Johnston’s record-release party at the New Daisy. If you missed that, this week

provides another increasingly rare chance to hear the octogenarian hill-country

icon do his thing. The Church of the Holy Communion will hold the

Bamboo to Buzzsaws: Two Worlds, One Beat

benefit Thursday, February 28th, at the Buckman Performing & Fine Arts

Center (tickets: $15; show: 7:30 p.m.). Turner will be joined by the New

Hampshire-based Recycled Percussion, who,

as the name indicates, use recycled and found materials to create

percussion-based music. n —Chris Herrington

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Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

The trade deadline has passed and the Grizzlies make only short-term moves.

By Chris Przybyszewski

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The scene is typical. In pre-game warmups when some players stretch sore muscles or unhitch kinks in their jump shot, others camp at the mid-court line, talking with opposing players. Often they’re chatting with former teammates, as when Nick Anderson swapped war stories with Shaquille O’Neal about the time their Orlando Magic squad went to the NBA finals. Running into former teammates happens all the time in the NBA, where a player who remains with one team his entire career is a rarity.

A stressful time has just passed for NBA players: the dreaded trade deadline of February 21st, which usually means players being shipped from one franchise to another like so much FedEx cargo — without stickers marking the load as fragile.

No player is untouchable. There will always be general managers like Jerry Krause of the Bulls who will trade an All-Star like Elton Brand for two untested high school players. Even superstars like Nick Van Excel, who was just traded from Denver to Dallas, aren’t immune.

That sort of uncertainty can leave players feeling unsure of their status and can even affect their play. According to Grizzlies coach Sidney Lowe, the passing of the trade deadline can lead to a more relaxed locker room. “I think for certain guys, yeah, they relax,” he says. “Especially if their names have come up in trade rumors.”

But don’t expect Lowe to talk to players about possible moves, no matter the players’ feelings on the matter. “I really don’t comment on it because I don’t want to even start a dialogue about it,” Lowe says. That means a player — ideally — shouldn’t know of a trade until the deal has gone down. But Lowe knows the ideal rarely exists. “If we are talking about trading someone, that shouldn’t be in the paper,” he says. “If it is, that’s our fault. If a player gets upset, that’s on him and he’s got the right to [be upset]. But I don’t go to a player to talk about that at all.”

The situation is considerably more tense for players on temporary contracts, like Elliot Perry or Eddie Gill. Perry was just released after fulfilling a 10-day contract. Gill just signed a 10-day contract. Both were brought in to sub for injured point guards Jason Williams (ingrown toenails) and Brevin Knight (ankle).

Perry, a perennial Memphis favorite and old-school Memphis State hero, was one of those players peering across the mid-court line before the recent Memphis-Phoenix game. Perry played for the Suns last season and didn’t seem to find any familiar faces looking his way. Perry did not play horrific basketball for the Grizzlies (5.5 ppg, 3.5 apg, 3.5 turnovers per game), but he was instrumental in blowing multiple late-game fast-break opportunities for the team. Perry would come up with a Suns turnover, and — with a Grizzlies guard or forward barreling down the lane — Perry would pull up to miss a jumper rather than toss a soft assist for the easy basket.

Lowe noticed the breakdowns and he knew who was responsible, though he didn’t name names. “We had about three or four fast-break opportunities, and we pulled up for jump shots with guys running for layups,” Lowe said. “Those were missed opportunities. That was poor decision-making on our part.” The Grizzlies followed that decision-making with one more: Perry wasn’t signed to another 10-day contract.

Management then picked up another transient: guard Eddie Gill from the National Developmental Basketball League (NBDL). Gill is a little guy (6′, 190 lbs.), and he’s smart. He negotiates the floor like he has been in this Grizzlies offense all season. He runs the fast break, makes the extra pass, or fakes the shot, only to make the short jumper when wide open. And Gill is fearless, taking shots and passes that some guards would hesitate to try while on a 10-day stint. On the other hand, Gill has little to lose. Against the Clippers on Monday night, he started at point guard and played the entire game, making the most of his opportunity with 20 points and seven assists.

But despite his early success, Gill knows that his place on the team is tenuous. He also knows that the factors that will keep him in or out of a Grizzlies uniform have little to do with his own abilities. When asked what he was thinking during the game, Gill responded, “Nothing in particular. I just go out there and play the game. Hopefully everything else will take care of itself. I can’t worry over something I don’t have any control over.”

In other words, Gill knows that the team is about business, and a business looks only to its own best interests. Gill is a toe or ankle recovery away from being sent back to the minors, and he knows it. The only thing he can do is just work his tail off and hope for the best.


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NOTABLE:

In his team’s 90-77 win over the Grizzlies, Clippers forward Elton Brand notched a double-double game in the first quarter, with 12 points and 11 rebounds. Brand finished the game with 27 points and 23 rebounds.

In the game against the Clippers, the Grizzlies only dressed eight players and had no back-up guards. Newly signed point guard Eddie Gill played the entire game.

QUOTABLE:

“Everybody likes him. He keeps control of the ballgame. That’s what a point guard is supposed to do.” — Grizzlies forward Stromile Swift on the play of guard Elliot Perry, who played out his 10-day contract and was not offered a renewal.

“I’ve been blessed.” — Perry on his time with the Grizzlies.

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Best known around these parts for his soaring sacred-steel guitar on The Word, last year’s instrumental gospel collaboration with local boys the North Mississippi Allstars and jazzman John Medeski, New Jersey’s Robert Randolph has gone from church-playing prodigy to something of a cause célèbre in the last year. Randolph’s penchant for spiking his sacred-steel runs with Hendrixian fireworks was reportedly a mighty impressive sight to behold when he played B.B. King’s last year. Now he’s back in town for a Ronald McDonald House benefit show on Saturday, February 23rd, at downtown’s Cadre Building, 149 Monroe Avenue.

Joining Randolph on the bill will be Shannon McNally, a rootsy singer-songwriter whose recent Capitol Records debut, Jukebox Sparrows, is a platter of soft “classic rock” likely to remind listeners of Sheryl Crow or Fleetwood Mac.

Showtime is 8 p.m., with tickets available through ticketweb.com or by calling (866) 468-7630. — Chris Herrington

Before the colossal jug-free jug band the Bluff City Backsliders came into existence, if you wanted to hear the sounds that made Beale Street famous there was pretty much only one game in town — The Last Chance Jug Band. Fronted by musicologist David Evans, whose simple, and simply wonderful, guitar work was rivaled only by the soaring whimsy of his kazoo, the LCJB could whip up a joyous noise that made dogs smile and booties twitch involuntarily. The crazy percussion work of washboard genius and virtual one-man band Jack Adcock only added to the fun. The group’s album, Shake That Thing (recorded before Adcock and his equally talented bass-plucking wife Amy joined the group), was proof that when it comes to dancing that mess around, nothing can beat an old-time jug band. The group’s live performances were often the unsung highlight of the Center for Southern Folklore’s annual Heritage Festival.

After what seems like an eternity of inactivity, Evans is back with his jug band in tow supporting his new solo disc, Match Box Blues, which abandons the jug-band format for the less exciting but certainly more enduring sounds of the Mississippi Delta. Evans asks in his liner notes to be held to the standards set by blues pioneers like Charley Patton, which is a mistake since you can’t really compete with the Delta’s original red-headed stepchild. While Evans’ studied slide guitar and vocals are technically accurate, there is just something missing in the mix: soul. It’s blues that flows from the head rather than welling up from the gut, but it’s still fine in its own right, and, compared to the vast majority of supremely lame blues records being produced these days, it’s at least a semiprecious stone if not exactly a jewel. But with a little luck, when Evans takes the stage at Otherlands Coffee Bar on Saturday, February 23rd, he’ll run through his Delta tunes quickly then kick out the superfine jug jams into the wee small ones. — Chris Davis

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Devilish Details

The arena financing plan is plagued by “guarantees” that aren’t guaranteed anymore.

By John Branston

“The devil is in the details,” Mayor Willie Herenton told the New Memphis Arena Public Building Authority last week. Herenton was talking about the defunct proposal to have the Memphis Grizzlies become the “at-risk” developer of the $250 million arena in case it becomes, say, a $300 million arena.

“As many of us observed,” he said, “the devil is in the details, and the details just were not right.”

Herenton didn’t say what was wrong with the details, but a year after the fateful meeting that brought the Vancouver Grizzlies to Memphis, it’s increasingly clear that some assumptions about the most expensive public building in the history of Memphis and Shelby County are questionable.

The private business guarantee to buy up to 5,000 season tickets each year for 15 years to keep the team from moving after it has been in Memphis 10 years is defunct. Apparently no company wanted that sort of vague liability on its books. The “guarantee” was supposed to give the general public and elected officials extra assurance that Memphis wouldn’t be stuck with another arena and no NBA team. Critical votes in favor of the arena were made based on a guarantee that no longer exists.

Details are still lacking about other parts of the deal.

The FedEx naming rights were supposedly worth $100 million, with all of that going to the Grizzlies, not the arena. But that number was based on a FedEx marketing proposal that has not been acceptable to the NBA. The actual amount and terms of the sponsorship are unknown. If it is less than $100 million, the Grizzlies will have to look for other sources of revenue.

Here’s a list of arena funding sources, assumptions made last spring, and the best numbers available today. (The number is the amount of debt financed by each source.)

* A total of $20 million in private-backed bonds. The assumption was that private individuals would agree to back those bonds if other sources of revenue were inadequate. The commitments haven’t been made yet and the potential backers have not been identified.

* A total of $20 million in state aid. This money has not been appropriated.

* A total of $16 million from a $1 ticket surcharge, based on a projection of 1,093,710 tickets annually, including 646,000 for basketball, 233,000 for concerts, and 213,000 for family shows and other events. According to Pyramid general manager Alan Freeman, turnstile attendance for the Grizzlies has averaged 12,230 through 29 games, with 16 games to go, or 550,000 total. Concerts drew 192,000 people last year, and family shows and other events 180,000, for a total of 922,000.

The shortfall could be made up by better attendance in a new building or raising the surcharge to $1.15. Also, the Grizzlies count tickets sold and distributed whether or not they are used. Only they know how much ticket revenue they actually get.

* Another $70 million from NBA sales tax rebate from tickets, concessions, and parking, based on 14,900 average attendance. Financial consultant Marlin Mosby says tickets are by far the biggest component. With long-term guarantees off the table, the best indicator of fan interest is butts in seats. The new arena will have to attract an additional 2,670 fans per game over what The Pyramid does.

* A total of $35 million in downtown Tourism Development Zone (TDZ) taxes and county hotel/motel taxes, based on a projection of $250 million in annual sales. Another $10 million comes from city hotel/motel taxes. Shelby County Trustee Bob Patterson says hotel/motel tax collections this fiscal year are running close to the previous two years, despite the recession and the terror attacks. But exactly what will be in the TDZ in the future — AutoZone Park, for instance, is excluded because its revenues are pledged elsewhere — isn’t clear.

* A total of $25 million from car-rental surcharges, based on $77.5 million in annual revenue. The Shelby County clerk has only been collecting this since last September. With $509,021 in taxes collected during the last four months of 2001, this one is right on target.

* A total of $30 million from an MLGW payment in lieu of taxes from the water department. Ironically, Enron aside, one of the most solid sources of revenue is this diversion of revenues from a public utility to a sports arena.

* The city and county are in for $12 million each. But their obligations could increase if other revenue sources fail. They just can’t use property taxes.

So will the arena get built? Most likely, yes, because it’s a $250 million rainmaker, but the financing details will have to come out before the bonds can be issued. And one new source of arena funding could still be tapped — the team and its owners. A year ago, the “pursuit team” brought Grizzlies owner Michael Heisley to Memphis. Now they may have to help pay for the new home.


Weighty Subject

The new offensive line recruits at the U of M are a hefty bunch.

By Chris Przybyszewski

Rick Mallory, the offensive line coach for the University of Memphis Tigers, has only been in town for a couple of years. But he already has tales to tell. “I’ll tell you a story about [sophomore offensive lineman] Andrew Handy,” he says. “When we brought him up on a trip, we went to Chili’s. Andrew was wearing a windbreaker, and he had a sleeveless T-shirt on. It was warm in there and he took the windbreaker off. When he did, the whole place got quiet for a minute.”

Apparently Handy’s physique proved more impressive than the onlookers’ baby-back ribs. But Mallory isn’t bragging (much). He’s making a point that the future of the offensive line at the U of M will be big. Very big. And big is good on the offensive line. But Mallory says that he and head coach Tommy West wanted more than just size. “We look for guys who can run and hit,” Mallory says. “We’re not interested in walling off the ball, which is what a lot of people do. We want guys to get on people and stay on people.”

Mallory and the rest of the coaching staff focused on recruiting for the offensive line. The emphasis was necessary, even though the Tigers have a core of veteran offensive linemen coming back next season. But, according to Mallory, there is no depth.

“When I first got here our numbers were out of whack,” Mallory says. “I had never been in a place with such a low number of offensive linemen. That didn’t bode well for balance and our future. So we had to get these numbers right and make a real emphasis to get offensive and defensive linemen. The guys who signed this year will have to play in two years.”

Sophomores playing the offensive line is something of a rarity in Division I ball since so many recruits need at least two years’ practice and weight training before taking the field. But this year’s offensive line recruiting class is probably one of the most talented the school has had.

Leading that group is 6’7″, 260-pound Willie Henderson, a standout on defense for Ridgeway High School. Henderson, who was ranked in the top 25 for his position in the country by ESPN.com, says that he is ready to switch to O line if the Tigers need him there. Mallory says that whether or not the switch happens depends on Henderson’s ability to play the position. “I can’t tell you if he’s going to be a D-end, a D-tackle, or an offensive tackle,” Mallory says. “But if he’s smart, if he wants to make some money [in the NFL], he’ll play offensive tackle.”

In a couple of weeks, the six new offensive line recruits will hit the spring training field and Mallory and West will have their work cut out for them. “This is what I like about Tommy, he’s fundamentally orientated,” Mallory says. “He’s not scheme orientated. Our philosophy is to just get very good at what we do, which means you don’t need to do much as far as schematics are concerned. What it does mean is that you have to coach your butt off to get them prepared.”

And, according to Mallory, the curve is steep. Last year’s offensive line traveled light-years in terms of ability and on-field performance. The new recruits not only have to match that curve, they must also keep up with the squad’s improvement this year. “I finally feel like we will play like I think we should be playing and not the way we played in the past,” Mallory says. “As last year wore on, we neared my expectation level. We haven’t hit it yet and the players know that. But what we put on the field next year will be a hyperaggressive line.”


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NOTABLE:

Despite missing several games due to injury, Grizzlies guard Jason Williams ranks sixth in the league in total steals with 80 over 42 games. Williams also remains in the top 10 in the assists-per-game category with 7.6.

Rookie forward Pau Gasol is ranked sixth in the league in field-goal percentage, hitting 52 percent of his attempts. Gasol also ranks ninth in the league in blocks per game (2.3) and 16th in in rebounds with 8.9 per game.

Toe woes, which have sent Williams and forward Stromile Swift to the bench, aren’t just a Grizzlies problem. L.A. Lakers center Shaquille O’Neal has been limited by his own legit digit problems and the Philadelphia 76ers’ Allen Iverson has sat out two games with a phalange strain.

Why the Washington Wizards like Michael Jordan:Last season’s per-game ticket gross at Washington’s MCI Center was $400,000. This season, it’s $850,000. That translates to a $20 million increase in ticket revenue for the 2001-2002 season.

Here’s a list of offensive line recruits for the U of M Tigers for 2002 (see article, right): Blake Butler (6’3″, 270 lbs); David Davis (6’4″, 285 lbs); Willie Henderson (6’7″, 260 lbs), Bruce McCaleb (6’2″, 260 lbs); Phillip Walls (6’1″, 275 lbs.); LaVale Washington (6’1″, 255 lbs).

QUOTABLE:

“The whole deal is a house of cards.” — Attorney Duncan Ragsdale on the NBA arena agreement. Ragsdale filed a complaint this week seeking a temporary restraining order against the city’s and county’s approval of financing bonds for the deal. *

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Late in the afternoon of July 31, 2000, a who’s who of Republicans — Texans as well as national party officials — jammed into the elevators of a downtown Philadelphia office building a few blocks from the GOP National Convention. When the doors slid open on the 50th floor, they spilled into the Top of the Tower banquet room for piles of pasta and prime beef, free-flowing liquor, and the heady aroma of curried favor.

These guests of the Enron Corporation gazed from the peak of the pink granite shaft on Arch Street onto a view that stretched into three states. In this moment, with Enron favorite son George W. Bush prepared to accept his party’s presidential nomination, the party crowd must have felt they could see all the way to the White House.

Enron’s shares were selling for $90 on the New York Stock Exchange that summer. Hard-driving traders at the company’s electronic-power emporium, Enron Online, were getting $275 per megawatt-hour in California’s deregulated energy market.

The company was already the largest marketer of natural gas and electricity in the world. With the prospect of a friend in the White House, maybe even a Republican-led Congress, the future seemed to hold no limits. Politicos paid tribute with their presence to a company that had morphed itself in only a decade from a stodgy gas pipeline company to a self-hyped capitalist dream machine in the 1970s, had learned early that free enterprise works best when political wheels are greased with cash. By the mid-1990s, Enron had worked Congress and legislators in all 50 states for deregulation of everything from electricity to obscure target trading markets. The company was hailed as a pioneer, its top executives worshiped as geniuses, and Wall Street pegged its worth at $70 billion.

Bush may have called him Kenny Boy, but in Houston, Ken Lay was the man. Bonus week sent traders scurrying to Porsche dealers, renting private jets, and crowding into the city’s best restaurants.

The millions in campaign contributions, the lobbyists lured off government payrolls, the corporate jet he put at the disposal of elected officials, all seemed like acts of charity in his continuing crusade for less government oversight into Enron’s affairs.

And two of his biggest allies had taken Enron toward that goal. Senator Phil Gramm had led the move to free the company from federal restraints in the exotic commodity derivatives markets and to exempt it from key financial-reporting requirements. Wife Wendy Gramm had done her part years earlier as a commodities commission chair who was now an Enron director.

Enron lobbyist George Strong was working the door of the Enron festivities that afternoon in Philadelphia. Strong, whose political work typically favors Democrats, recalls the rousing reception that greeted the Gramms as they stepped from the elevator at the Top of the Tower.

“When they came in,” Strong remembers, “I thought, ‘Wow, this is really great.'”

A company once grew up around an idea that made all the sense in the world: Buy a commodity that somebody wanted to sell and then sell it for a profit to someone who wanted to buy it. The idea was so appealing that, after hearing that the chief executive was a genius, people flocked to it.

No one knew the details about who was buying and selling or how much profit was made. Occasionally some wary individual would ask, but the company would always explain that secrecy was key, since its competitors would undoubtedly steal the idea. Meanwhile, investors were mailed statements every so often, informing them that their cash contributions had increased in value.

That attracted more investors, and the company hired people to handle all the buying and selling. It paid them commissions on the profits they turned, and the employees agreed to reinvest a portion of their earnings to help the business grow.

Then, at the height of the company’s success, someone took a closer look and realized the company’s liabilities far exceeded its assets. Investors began to suspect the statements they received in the mail were bogus. Pretty soon there was no more buying and selling and no more investors.

In the simplest terms, that is the rise and fall of the great Enron Corporation. It is also the story of the Old Colony Foreign Exchange, started in Boston just after World War I by a former produce vendor named Charles Ponzi.

Ponzi’s idea was to speculate in International Postal Coupons. For instance, a coupon bought in Spain for a penny could be exchanged in the United States for six cents. The problem was that the expenses of trading those coupons in world markets ate up Ponzi’s profit. But rather than admit to a bad idea, Ponzi kept his scheme alive by using new investors’ cash to pay dividends to earlier backers.

The truth emerged when it was discovered that Ponzi was part owner of Hanover Trust, which wrote the dividend checks. Auditors found the only thing keeping Old Colony solvent was the continued issuance of worthless stock.

Like Ponzi, Enron wouldn’t own up to its failure. When the company’s top executives discovered they couldn’t trade water or high-speed Internet access like oil and gas, they formed partnerships to keep losses off the balance sheets. Failed businesses were shifted onto the partnerships’ accounts, which triggered loans that Enron booked as earnings.

However, this isn’t called a Ponzi scheme. It’s “derivative” financing or, more precisely, a debt-equity swap that allowed Enron to borrow from itself to cover losses and keep shares trading at a premium. When Enron filed for bankruptcy on December 2nd, shareholders finally learned the company had created more than 870 off-balance-sheet subsidiaries.

From the formation of the first of those partnerships in 1997, 29 Enron executives and board members sold $1.1 billion in company stock. In the wake of the company’s collapse, shareholders — untold numbers of retirees and pension-fund investors, including Enron’s own employees — are down $70 billion.

It may turn out to be a coincidence that the brass began cashing out at precisely the time Enron’s insider trading of derivatives — or “structured financing,” as the company called it — started to spin out of control.

But long before that, back in the beginning, there was just the Enron idea that made perfect sense. Trying to become the premier trader in new commodities — broadband, water, power production, pipeline capacity and more — would take more than a mastery of this new marketplace.

Commodity and derivatives dealings had been restricted by government for good reason. Enron, to realize its dreams, would have to first master the finer art of political influence in the highest places. When that time came, Enron chief Ken Lay was more than ready.

Lay had been developing political friendships since the 1970s, when he was a minor Washington lobbyist for a Florida gas company. By the time he ascended to the helm at Enron in 1985, Lay had become a friend to then-Vice President George H.W. Bush and an energy adviser to the Reagan White House.

In 1985, around the time Houston Natural Gas and Internorth were merging into Enron, the Reagan-Bush administration deregulated the natural-gas industry by ordering pipeline companies to sell excess capacity to whoever wanted it.

When then-Texas governor George W. Bush “restructured” the state’s power markets in 1999, he was following a trend Lay had inspired in Washington and relentlessly pursued to a successful end in two dozen states.

Lay and his contributions had cultivated many political connections, but his wisest investment was in the political future of Texas senator Phil Gramm and his wife, Dr. Wendy Lee Gramm.

Common ground was plentiful. All three emerged from modest backgrounds and went on to earn Ph.D.s in economics. Their professional interests meshed with their philosophical sharing of a passionate distaste for government interference of any type with commercial enterprise. Some of the regulations they despised the most dealt with commodity markets, which traditionally had been regulated by the government. Such exchanges post prices, maintain bid-driven markets, and enforce credit standards to protect the players. The Commodity Futures Trading Commission regulates these exchanges.

The commission has less authority in dealing with over-the-counter commodity trading. Those buyers and sellers negotiate derivative contracts with banks, securities firms, and broker-dealers. The terms and prices don’t have to be reported to the exchanges.

Derivatives were once known as leverage contracts, which had been the tools of trade for notorious foreign-exchange scams known as bucket shops. Randall Dodd, director of the Derivatives Strategy Institute in Washington, D.C., explains that exchanges regulated by the government, such as the New York Mercantile Exchange, have avoided major collapses through oversight.

“They trade these same derivatives contracts on the NYMEX,” Dodd says. “Those markets work fine because everyone is holding capital, there is government surveillance, there are reporting standards — all these safety provisions that prevent it from failing.”

The Gramms and other deregulation supporters argue that over-the-counter derivatives constitute capitalism at its purest. In fact, in the traditional open-cry pits found at the Chicago Board of Trade and NYMEX, Enron wouldn’t have found a market for hangar slots. But off-exchange, the theory goes, if someone can turn something into a commodity, the buyers and sellers will appear.

Enron’s transformation from a pipeline company began in 1989, when it and other companies began lobbying to open up the over-the-counter derivatives market. Lay’s strongest ally was in a prime position to help: then-President George H.W. Bush had just appointed Wendy Gramm to chair the Commodity Futures Trading Commission. She quickly issued a lengthy report that argued to reduce CFTC oversight of certain commodity trading.

Two years later, Gramm led the push to open the door for Enron even wider by heading the effort to exempt over-the-counter derivatives from commission control. That allowed Enron to break free of the spot market for natural gas. It also enabled the company to customize derivative contracts for customers looking for long-term price stability in the market.

Gramm had previously announced she would be leaving the commission. A week after delivering the rule change for congressional approval, she departed.

Five weeks later, Gramm had a new position: Lay appointed her to Enron’s board of directors. The position paid about $30,000 a year, plus stock options. One CFTC member called the timing “horrible.” Lay told The Washington Post that it was “convoluted” to suggest Gramm was brought on board for any reason other than her brilliance.

Enron’s extended leg-room in the over-the-counter market brought it trouble almost immediately. In 1993, TGT, an Enron subsidiary in Great Britain, entered into a “take or pay” contract with companies pumping natural gas from the J-Block field in the North Sea. Enron agreed to take 260 million cubic feet of gas per day for 10 years to supply one of its own power plants and to sell to others.

But when the contract matured and Enron had to take delivery, demand for natural gas was down and the price had dropped by half. Enron tried to litigate its way out of the mess, but a British court ruled that the meaning of “take or pay” was pretty clear. The failed deal cost Enron $537 million in 1997. Bob Young, a derivatives consultant with New York-based ERisk, says the massive loss should have raised concerns inside the company.

Young believes that trading in the “short end,” meaning locking in prices for three to five years, is a safe bet because everyone has the same idea what the commodity will cost in that time frame. But he explains that there are no markets for pegging prices in the more distant future, such as 15 years out.

“No one knows what the price is going to be,” he says, “so you have to base it on expectations, which can change.”

In retrospect, the J-Block debacle appears to be just one of many problems Enron faced in 1997. After all, that’s when it formed the first of its subsidiaries to shield transactions from the balance sheet. One of the more infamous was called LJM, for the initials of CFO Andrew Fastow’s three children.

The J-Block contract suggested to Young that Enron wasn’t managing its trading books closely enough. Traders are supposed to adjust the value daily on long-term contracts, a practice called mark-to-market accounting. A responsible trader will watch for price decreases that reduce the long-term value of contracts. If that happens, the trader will try to hedge the lost value by making another trade that promises a better outcome.

The flaw in such accounting of unregulated derivatives was the potential for a harried or unscrupulous trader to inflate long-term contract values, knowing no one outside the company would have access to the information. Traders for any company might decide to impress their bosses or increase their bonuses by setting unrealistic future prices then simply ignoring any subsequent changes in the commodity’s price.

“It’s a real conflict of interest,” Young says. “A trader can set the market almost however he wants, then manipulate the market value to his own benefit. He just tells his boss the trade has been booked and he wants to be paid for that value now.”

Whatever problems were escalating within the walls of Enron’s far-flung enterprises, the exterior looked sleeker than ever. The corporation concentrated more and more resources into the heady stuff of derivatives trading. It invested in broadband, coal, water, pulp, paper, and more. World market analysts were wowed by the new and novel initiatives into expanding economic markets.

Executive Jeff Skilling showed the brash style with personalized license plates — WLEC — for “world’s largest energy company.”

As that target came within Enron’s sights, there were a few pesky chores to be taken care of first. Creative bookkeeping had spawned more and more sleight-of-hand subsidiaries to mask accurate numbers from corporate balance sheets. And government was trying to get in the way again, this time with the audacity of proposals to require proper accounting and oversight to the wide-open field of derivatives.

Lay would soon be returning to the front to break more regulatory leashes. This time, he was better armed than ever with political largesse.

“Lay concluded early on, as any smart lobbyist does, that it doesn’t do any good to support somebody that might be right ideologically but can’t get elected,” says former Enron lobbyist and consultant George Strong, who has known Lay for a quarter-century. “With very few exceptions, you’ll find that Enron was pretty astute on making decisions on who to give money to.”

The fight against reporting requirements would require a well-connected Senate commander, Phil Gramm.

Senator Gramm first attacked the Financial Accounting Standards Board, which had recommended that derivatives be included on companies’ balance sheets. At a Senate banking committee hearing in 1997, Gramm challenged FASB chairman Ed Jenkins to reach a “broader consensus” from the business community. Jenkins replied that the standards board held 123 public meetings before concluding that reporting practices for derivatives were inconsistent, allowing different companies to report the same transactions differently.

“I don’t question that you’ve had extensive hearings,” Gramm snapped. He recited a list of opponents to the FASB standard, which included Chase Manhattan Bank and Citicorp. “Are these people against the public’s right to know? If we are going to maintain generally accepted accounting principles, part of your job, it seems to me, is getting general acceptance.”

“The focus of the FASB is on consumers,” Jenkins argued, “users of financial information such as investors, creditors and others.” He explained that corporate reports need to give accurate finances and “not influence behavior in any particular direction.”

Soon after, Wendy Gramm told the House banking committee that derivatives markets would suffer from “unnecessary or overly burdensome regulatory costs.” Gramm, a professor at George Mason University’s James Buchanan Center for Political Economy, described her views as “comments that reflect the public interest rather than any special interest.”

What she didn’t put on record, however, was any mention of her job as paid director for a company that planned to become the world’s largest corporation by dealing in over-the-counter derivatives. Gramm is currently on the board of two other firms that put investor funds to work in the derivatives market: Invesco Funds and Longitude, a company that develops software to help dealers keep track of prices and trading positions.

In 1998, antiregulation forces advanced with the GOP’s new majority in both the House and Senate. Phil Gramm was elevated to chairman of the Senate Banking Committee, which oversees legislation on any financial regulations. As the general, Gramm raked in enormous contributions from those who stood to gain the most from derivatives deregulation: Enron and those in the banking and securities industry.

Enron donated more than $100,000 in individual and corporate contributions to Gramm’s political campaigns, including $10,000 from Ken and Linda Lay, according to the nonpartisan Center for Responsive Politics. (Lay was also regional chairman of Gramm’s failed presidential bid in 1996.) The banking and securities industry has provided him with more than $2 million since 1989.

Michael Greenberger, the former chief of the CFTC’s trading and marketing division, says the debate over off-exchange derivatives has been smothered by special interests. Even modest attempts to study the issue trigger a rush of lobbyists to Capitol Hill.

“The Enrons of this world, the investment banks, the commercial banks individually and through trade associations, are lobbying the congressional branch and the executive branch and whoever they need to lobby 24 hours a day, seven days a week for this kind of stuff,” says Greenberger.

Enron, tasting victory, launched Enron Online. The computerized trading platform would standardize the company’s long-term derivatives contracts, to close such deals in seconds rather than the hours formerly needed. That would increase trading volume exponentially.

That online debut was diminished by a November 1999 White House capital-management task force report recommending more financial disclosures from hedge funds. The report also recommended proceeding slowly with unproven online markets such as Enron Online. And then-futures trading commission chairman Brooksley Born also echoed those sentiments about derivatives trading.

Gramm argued that risk to individual investors was small. It is up to institutional investors, such as banks, to make sure their money is safe, he explained. “People who lend money ought to know who they’re lending money to,” he said at the time.

Fueled by objections from the securities industry to the continuing debate, Gramm led an effort to impose a moratorium on new derivatives regulations. That ended in May 2000 when the senator agreed to co-sponsor the Commodity Futures Modernization Act.

Gramm signed on to the bill after the original sponsor, Senator Richard Lugar of Indiana, agreed to amend it to allow sweeping deregulation of the over-the-counter derivatives market. The bill also exempted companies that trade derivatives electronically, such as Enron Online, from disclosing details of trades. It became known as the Enron Exemption.

Enron had, indeed, been very successful in keeping government out of its affairs, beginning with natural gas deregulation in 1985. But whatever opportunities the company once saw in an open marketplace were squandered during its transformation from a real business into “an old-time Wild West casino gone crazy,” says Greenberger, the former futures-commission division chief.

But rather than walk away from the table down a little, Enron upped the stakes. The over-the-counter futures franchise it won from Congress gave traders the power to place even more bets on a house account that had already been drained.

Publicly, though, Enron had plenty of bluff left in it. With its shares trading at a respectable $84 last year, newly named CEO Jeff Skilling nonetheless chided a group of analysts, saying shares should have been selling for $126.

Pressures increased for the company to explain indecipherable accounting that had kept massive debts off the balance sheets. “We don’t want anyone to know what’s on those books,” CFO Andy Fastow said at one point. “We don’t want to tell anyone where we’re making money.”

Or where they were losing it. In late March, a deal to distribute Blockbuster videos over the Internet via Enron Broadband collapsed. Then the company revealed it was owed $570 million by the bankrupt California utility company Pacific Gas & Electric. Worse, analysts started questioning the company’s ethics after Fastow’s financial stake in Enron’s off-balance-sheet partnerships was revealed.

In mid-August, Skilling stepped down as CEO after just seven months. Shares had sagged to $43. Lay returned as interim CEO and in a series of meetings and e-mail messages, urged employees to continue “talking up” Enron. Lay himself, on the other hand, was bailing out, eventually cashing in more than $600 million worth of shares. Meanwhile, employees were locked out of liquidating pension shares as the price plummeted even faster.

When the SEC began investigating the company in October, Enron shifted more than $1 billion in losses back to its balance sheet, then admitted another $1.2 billion write-down was on the way.

Enron’s trading operation stalled under the revelations. Suddenly there was no more buying and selling. The biggest corporate collapse in history reached its stunning nadir with the December 2nd bankruptcy filing. More than 4,500 people were laid off.

It could take years of forensic accounting to pin down how $70 billion disappeared. But this much is already known: Enron was an energy company like the Money Store is a U.S. mint. The company might have owned 37,000 miles of pipelines, but it had leveraged its value making markets where none existed.

Which, of course, isn’t a crime. But it isn’t a very good idea, either.

The formal exercise in assessing blame is under way in a dozen governmental venues. On January 24th, members of the House Governmental Affairs Committee grilled executives from Arthur Andersen, Enron’s accountants, over the shredding of Enron audit records and conflicts of interest as both company consultants and auditors. Andersen pointed fingers at Enron for misleading auditors and at the legal giant Vinson & Elkins for endorsing suspect bookkeeping practices and helping to create the troublesome partnerships.

An Enron probe led by University of Texas law professor William C. Powers suggested massive financial fraud. Lay canceled scheduled testimony before a Senate panel after the Powers report came out. His likely defense — and that of other executives — is that he wasn’t involved in the decisions that came to devastate the Enron empire. The appearance of his mournful wife, Linda, on national television indicates the spin control has begun on what has already spun so out of control.

Because Wendy Gramm is married to the ranking Republican on the Senate Banking Committee, her public inquisition should highlight the agenda.

High on the list of questions for investigators is why she and other Enron directors agreed to waive an ethics policy so executive Fastow could arrange a stake in the company’s silent subsidiaries and whether or not she knew they were used to inflate earnings. Someone will ask if her fiduciary duty to shareholders may have been compromised by the $915,000 to $1.8 million in salary, fees, stock options, and dividends she received since joining Enron’s board in 1993. (The figures are from SEC filings reviewed by Tyson Slocum of the D.C. watchdog group Public Citizen.)

Other inquiries may center on whether Gramm’s appointment to the Enron board was a payback for being such a strong supporter of energy derivatives and unregulated commodity trading. One question to be posed is how much, if anything, Wendy Gramm shared with her husband about what Enron hoped to gain from Congress. And what she knew as a member of Enron’s auditing committee.

The senator told a reporter recently that “most of the time” he and his wife talk about household chores and college football. Gramm has denied that his decision not to seek reelection, made less than a month after Skilling’s departure, had anything to do with Enron. Public Citizen’s Slocum isn’t so sure, saying the timing is more than coincidental.

“Enron would have been a major campaign issue,” he says. “The Democrats would have gone ballistic: ‘What? Your wife was on the board of directors? She was on the audit committee? Why didn’t you protect these workers who were laid off?'”

“The ‘Who Shot John’ over the politics of all this, I think, is beside the point,” says Greenberger. “What I think we have to worry about is that, because [derivatives] are only brought to people’s attention when there is an emergency, nobody knows how many more companies are out there trading these things. Nobody knows whether there are destabilizing trades that are being made that could bring other corporations down as well.”

The latest revelations indicate that Enron’s own board may have already known of the questionable financial and accounting practices 18 months ago — at the GOP convention reception where they and the rest of the free-marketeers saluted George W. Bush and the Gramms. Loyalists and their political allies had a damning descent from the luxurious trappings they savored in their time at the Top of the Tower. But their legacy of deregulation means plenty of others are still jostling in line for that dizzying ride to the top.

This story originally appeared in the Houston Press, that city’s alternative newsweekly.


Return To Sender

by Rebekah Gleaves

“In a tragedy of such proportions, we have to resist our instincts toward damage control and lay all the facts on the table. That goes for everyone. Every institution charged with protecting investors and workers must examine the role it played in enabling Enron’s sudden collapse: Enron’s executives, its board, its audit committee, Arthur Andersen, the analysts who covered Enron, the credit-rating agencies, the regulators — and finally, this Congress and this committee,” Congressman Harold Ford Jr. said in a statement to the Financial Services Subcomittee, where Arthur Andersen CEO Joe Berardino and SEC Chairman Harvey Pitt testified last week.

For his part, Ford took his statement seriously. The Memphis representative returned the $500 campaign contribution he received from Enron as well as the $2,000 contribution he received from Arthur Andersen.

Congressman Ed Bryant has similarly returned the $1,500 contribution he received from Enron.

“Congressman Bryant has redirected the $1,500 that Enron has contributed to his campaign to the Enron Ex-Employee Relief Fund Account. Mr. Bryant feels that the circumstances revolving around Enron’s collapse warranted his donation to the Fund,” says Andrew Shulman, Bryant’s press secretary. Over the course of a decade, Congressman Bryant, a member of the House Energy and Commerce Committee, also received $5,500 from Arthur Andersen, which he did not return.

Congressman John Tanner’s office reports that he received and kept a $500 campaign contribution from Enron.

Senator Fred Thompson’s press secretary, Harvey Valentine, says that the senator did not receive any money from Enron and that the $8,800 the senator received from Arthur Andersen came during the 1994-1996 campaign cycle, before Thompson was a ranking member of the Senate Governmental Affairs Committee.

Nick Smith, Senator Bill Frist’s press secretary, reports that Frist did not receive campaign contributions from either Enron or Arthur Andersen.

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In the mid-’60s, with his now-iconic Rickenbacker 12-string, a whole bunch of Dylan covers, and his bandmates in the Byrds, Roger McGuinn invented “folk-rock.” These days the rarely seen Rock-and-Roll Hall of Famer seems devoted to folk without the rock catalyst. McGuinn’s latest record, last year’s Grammy-nominated Treasures From The Folk Den, is an acoustic songbook that demonstrates the basic folk repertoire. The new McGuinn will be in Memphis this week for In Their Own Words: American Troubadours, a song swap at the University of Memphis’ Michael Rose Theatre sponsored by the Bornblum Solomon Schechter School. The concert will be held at 7 p.m. on Sunday, February 17th, with McGuinn joined by other mid-’60s folk-revival icons Melanie, Tom Paxton, and Tom Rush. Tickets are $39 and inquiries can be made by calling 272-9471 or 747-2665. — Chris Herrington

Brooklyn (by way of Michigan) indie rockers The High Strung are one of any number of bands to crop up in recent years that desperately want to be the post-Revolver Beatles. You can hear traces of the Fab Four in every harmony, lurching melody, and sudden time change. Chant-like backing vocals of “la la la” and “love, love, love” might as well be samples from Magical Mystery Tour. While this kind of sonic appropriation can be tiresome (a theory local Beatle-ites like Richard Orange and Carson & Poole continue to prove), the High Strung do it absolutely right. It’s more homage than imitation and, considering they only claim to be influenced by the “raw core energy of Detroit Rock & Roll,” it might even be unconscious. But that’s doubtful. Vocals by front-guys Mark Owen and Josh Malerman out-Lennon-and-McCartney Lennon and McCartney on every track of the group’s fine if seemingly unfinished EP Soap. The High Strung will be playing a Sweetheart’s Ball with Memphis’ glorious VU standard-bearers American Deathray Music (who seem to be using the handle “Viva l’American Deathray Music” these days) on Thursday, February 14th, at the 2B Gallery (directly behind 656 Madison, off Orleans). The lineup also includes a DJ who goes by the name of Steve “Scratch” Perry. That has had me giggling all week long.

I’m working under the assumption that nobody needs to tell all you musically savvy folks out there to go see Merle (“boy, have I lived up to my name”) Haggard at the Horseshoe Casino on Friday, February 15th. Hag may look like he was run over by some large earth-moving vehicle but he sounds better than ever, and his most recent songs stand up to Strangers classics from the ’60s and ’70s. The bottle may let you down sometimes, but ol’ Hag just keeps getting better and better. — Chris Davis

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Rebounding From a Low Point

The Tigers seek answers after hitting an unexpected bump in the road.

By Jake Lawhead

One of the givens of a 30-game basketball season is that there will be some high points and some low points. Tigers fans, coaches, and players hope that the highest point is yet to come, but they — and the rest of the country, thanks to ESPN — may have seen the lowest of the valleys last Friday at UAB.

The Tigers received a 64-46 spanking from the Blazers in front of a national television audience. The game was a 180-degree turnaround from the Tigers’ 102-81 victory over UAB in The Pyramid earlier this season.

One thing seems certain: Kelly Wise’s importance to this team will never be questioned again. Wise was sidelined for Friday night’s game with a strained knee, and his usual double-double was sorely missed as the Tigers shot just 30 percent from the field and were out-rebounded 43-33 by the Blazers, who do not start a player taller than 6’8″.

“We learned that without Kelly, we don’t rebound as well as we normally rebound,” said Scooter McFadgon. “It shows us every game we go into, we’re going to have to play hard. We can’t expect to win.”

After the game, Coach John Calipari stressed that the loss wasn’t about Kelly Wise but more about his team’s inability to step up.

“I’ve tried to tell them about revenge games,” said Calipari at practice Monday. “It’s like Houston coming up. We beat Houston by 25 in the first half of the season. Houston’s mentality coming here now is ‘If we don’t have a herculean effort, we’ll get beat by 25.’ So they’re going to come in with this high-energy effort, and if we come in thinking, ‘This is going to be an easy game,’ it’s UAB all over again. And that’s what some of these guys don’t understand.” And if players didn’t understand the concept before, they were certainly informed in more ways than one at Monday’s practice.

But before another revenge game with Houston, the Tigers have to regroup and travel for a showdown with Conference USA foe UNC-Charlotte.

After the pre-practice talk, it was business as usual, with an added emphasis on toughness and intensity. Big men worked on post moves against live contact then went through a drill where they take a charge then dive for a loose ball. Guards worked on scoring against aggressive perimeter contact then went through the same charge/loose-ball drill as the big men.

The added intensity at practice may come in handy, sinces Wise is doubtful against Charlotte, as is DaJuan Wagner, who missed Monday’s practice attending funeral services for an uncle in his hometown of Camden, New Jersey. Wise practiced exclusively with Coach Ray Oliver on Monday and was wearing a protective brace on his knee.

“With Kelly and DaJuan out, we can’t be like ‘C’mon, we’ve got to win this game,'” said Calipari. “Now it’s like ‘Let’s survive, keep it close, and try to steal one.'”

Calipari and his staff are billing the game against Charlotte as a growth opportunity for their team.

“What a wonderful time for some potentially good player to show what they are, what they have, and what their games are about,” said Calipari.

The Tigers lost last year’s meeting with Charlotte, 83-76, and haven’t won in Halton Arena since 1996. Furthermore, Coach Bobby Lutz’s squad possesses toughness and a physical style which have given the Tigers problems all year.

“When the stuff got a little crazy in their last game, things got really physical,” said Calipari, after viewing the tape before practice. “They bumped all cutters, jammed the ball, bumped the post. Those are exactly the types of games either we’re going to step up and be physical or it’s a hard game.”

Time will tell if the UAB game was a bump in the road or the beginning of a roll downhill.


All-star Dreaming

Amid the dazzle of the game, something real.

By Chris Przybyszewski

PHILADELPHIA — What to say about the All-Star weekend but that the big game and its satellite events embody the best — and worst — of the NBA? The glitz and glamour of the parading stars, their vaulting egos, and the squealing masses of fans swirl together for a tasteless showcase of commercialized celebrity. But something endures despite the artifice. A simple human need finds fulfillment. We need our sports heroes, no matter how flawed.

Philadelphia has a storied basketball history. The University of Pennsylvania’s Palestra is home base for the historic Big 5 and the NCAA tournament. The 76ers made Julius Erving and Wilt Chamberlain household names. Only Boston and maybe New York can match Philly’s B-ball past. The host city showcased that history last weekend. Larger-than-life images of basketball greats from every era surrounded the palatial city hall and adorned the Avenue of the Arts down Broad Street — Cousy, Robertson, Russell, Magic, Bird, Jordan, Barkley, the giants of the game.

On the surface, today’s players don’t seem to measure up. In fact, some of them embody the most arrogant, gut-wrenching excesses of celebrity gone bad that one could imagine. And All-Star weekend — with its lackluster games, ill-advised celebrity three-on-threes, a dunk contest that has seen better days, and many top vote-getters not even attending the weekend due to injury, real or exaggerated — is overblown, at best. (Anyone for an All-Star weekend jacket? Only $300.)

But, still, something endures. Adam is a 12-year-old kid from Maine. He’s been battling bone cancer for over a year and maybe the cancer is winning. He’s here to meet Michael Jordan and get an autograph, maybe a picture, courtesy of the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Adam stands with some close friends in the bowels of Philadelphia’s First-Union Center, waiting anxiously. Jordan arrives, resplendent in expensive suit and tie. He chats with the kids and their parents, scribbles his name a few times, and leaves. Wish fulfilled, Adam gleams.

A few minutes later, before Adam and company leave, Shaquille O’Neal walks down the hallway with a smile as large as only a 7’1″, 315-pound man can make. O’Neal talks with the kids, asks them why they are there, and all the while signs autographs, poses for pictures, and laughs. As soon as he is gone, fellow Laker Kobe Bryant shows up. Kobe signs and talks, poses for pictures, and laughs with everyone. Then comes rapper Lil’ Bow-Wow, somewhat out of place but still a revered personality for Adam and his friends. Bow-Wow also signs autographs, poses for pictures, and chats with the group.

Adam, who is on crutches, wears a baseball cap to hide his head, which is bald from the cancer treatments. The excitement of meeting so many stars is more than he or his parents could have hoped for.

And then Minnesota’s Kevin Garnett enters. Sleek and graceful like a dancer, the seven-footer jokes with Adam and his friends, but Adam doesn’t laugh. Tears roll down his face as he realizes impossible dream after impossible dream. Garnett stops talking and looks down at Adam, about four feet below him. Garnett reaches down, hugs the boy, and kisses him on the cheek. “Keep fighting,” he says. Adam begins to sob and Garnett holds the sick boy for just a second longer, shakes his hand, and then glides away.

Adam recovers moments later, and now the smile on his face is wide and bright. One child — in the vortex of history and tradition and celebrity and excess — has found something real.


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The Memphis RiverKings need only two more wins in order to match a franchise record for consecutive victories. The ‘Kings (36-9-2) are first place in the CHL’s Northeast Division and have won nine games in a row.

Security was so tight around the NBA All-Star weekend festivities that Dikembe Mutombo was not allowed into one event until he produced proper credentials. Mutombo is 7’2″ and helped lead the host city’s Philadelphia 76ers to the NBA finals last season.

According to stats from the NBA, the league features 49 international players from 29 countries and 35 percent of all traffic on the NBA.com Web site comes from users logging on outside the U.S. NBA commissioner David Stern says that he is contemplating overseas franchises.

Horner Flooring on Lake Michigan makes all NBA floors as well as the floors for the NCAA Final Four. The floor that was specially created for the All-Star game cost around $80,000 and was made from 100-year-old maples. After the game, the floor was stripped of NBA paint and will be resold to another venue.

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“I’ve learned a ton since my first day in November, just what it takes to be a professional basketball player. It’s not as glamorous, but I’m living my dream.” — Memphis rookie Shane Battier on NBA life.

“I don’t think I have to prove anything with these young kids.” — Michael Jordan on why he had no interest in playing for too long in the All-Star game. Jordan ended up playing 22 minutes and scoring only eight points. Jordan also missed his one breakaway dunk in the first half.

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The Big Dance

Getting into the post-season is one thing; making some noise there is another.

By Jake Lawhead

For most teams striving for a spot in the NCAA tournament’s field of 64, 20 wins is the milestone that can make or break you. Twenty wins gets you in as long as your team belongs to a respectable conference and your nonconference foes don’t all sound like points on a compass. But due to the U of M’s lack of schedule strength, 22 wins has been the magic number most sports junkies have been pointing toward all year.

For those of you who quit counting somewhere between UAB and TCU, the Tigers have six games left, are undefeated in conference play (10-0), and are just two wins shy of post-season utopia. But if the team wants to do more than just get into the tournament, some tweaking is in order. Here are some needs to be addressed before tournament time:

Become a deeper ball-club. One of the main concerns coming into this year was getting the players to reach their potential individually and to learn to play together as a team. That seems to have happened, especially in the last couple of games. Only one problem: The goal has been achieved with basically seven guys. Teams that go deep into the tourney are often the deepest teams in terms of their roster.

Role players coming off of the bench need to start getting more minutes now, while conference play is still going on. If guys like Modibo Diarra, Duane Erwin, and Nathaniel Root are not battle-tested, the Tigers’ depth will be suspect. Diarra and Erwin have both proven in the last couple of games that they can give quality minutes when needed.

Continue to improve team chemistry both on and off the floor. Team chemistry means so much more than what goes on while the team is on the floor. Dissension can keep teams from reaching their potential, and unfortunately it has a tendency to creep in late in the season, when players and coaches are mentally fatigued. Team leaders need to emerge with a newfound sense of purpose.

Chemistry on the floor can be improved as well. Big men need to continue to work down low, allowing guards to easily get them the ball. Guards need to handle pressure more effectively to give the team more chances for scoring. Little things can be important too: listening to each other in the huddles rather than just pumping each other up; reinforcing the goals that coach Cal and his staff have addressed in the locker room or in timeouts.

Shoot higher percentages. Sounds simple, but basketball still comes down to putting the ball in the basket, and better looks mean better percentages.

Lately, some of the Tigers have been in something of a slump. In his last three games, Scooter McFadgon has been ice-cold — 7 of 26 from the field and 1 of 11 from behind the arc. The rest of the guards haven’t been exactly lighting it up either. This can be attributed to a lot of things: rushing the shot, opposing defenses paying more attention to the Tigers’ perimeter scoring. Better offensive possessions mean better opportunities to score. The team needs to focus on making each possession a good one.

Follow the game plan. Whether it’s coach Cal or a member of his staff, players need to realize their coaches have been there before and they haven’t. Good teams listen to their coach and believe he is guiding them in the right direction. Big games are nothing new to Calipari and his staff, and their preparation will be thorough.


Dog-tired

The Memphis Grizzlies appear to be running on empty.

By Chris Przybyszewski

Over halfway through the season, the Memphis Grizzlies seem to have little left in the tank. Multiple injuries, young players, constant losing, daily practice, and travel have worked together to create a squad that is struggling to finish games.

At the beginning of the season, head coach Sidney Lowe had trouble getting his players to execute down the stretch, which led to botched plays, missed defensive assignments, and general confusion. Those problems still exist but to a lesser extent. Now the problem is that the Grizzlies can’t keep up physically with other teams in the fourth quarter.

After the Lakers game on February 1st, Lowe said, “I thought we played well for three quarters, or at least two quarters and 10 minutes. In that third quarter, we let them back into the ballgame. We were up nine points, had momentum going. But we made some substitutions and they got back into the ballgame quickly.”

One of the key substitutions was for point guard Brevin Knight, who has been playing steady basketball, averaging 6.8 points and 5.4 assists per game with only 2.6 turnovers, since starter Jason Williams went down with minor toe surgery. “Brevin was tired in the third, that’s why I took him out of the game,” Lowe said. “I was going to play him the entire game. But he needed to come out.”

In the two-and-a-half minutes Knight was out the Lakers eliminated a nine-point deficit, due mostly to back-to-back threes by Lakers back-up guard Derek Fisher. Fisher’s defender, guard Willie Solomon, left Hunter wide open each time. Lowe said afterward: “The word was don’t leave Fisher and we left him open a couple of times. I don’t want to use that word ‘frustrating,'” Lowe continued, “but you count on that guy you put in.”

Lowe contends finishing a game is a matter of mental toughness. “[The Lakers] know what it takes,” Lowe said. “They can get over even when they are tired because they are so strong mentally. They’ve learned to do that. With young teams, you’re still learning to do that.”

Knight took a different perspective. “It’s a numbers game,” he said. “We just don’t have as many people as we would like to cut down on minutes and keep people fresh.” However, Knight was not making an excuse. “The injuries we’ve had, we’ve had for a while,” he added. “We need to make those adjustments.”

In the other locker room, Fisher put the responsibility for the win on the Lakers, saying that offensive switches caused the Grizzlies to work harder to guard center Shaquille O’Neal, leaving holes in the defense. “I took advantage on offense when they were double-teaming Shaq down low,” Fisher said.

In part, everyone is right. With injuries, the Grizzlies must rely too often on undeveloped talent in critical situations. That gives teams with deeper, more talented, and more experienced benches a tremendous advantage.

But all isn’t bleak. Rookie forwards Shane Battier and Pau Gasol lead the squad in minutes played, and the two flourish on a nightly basis. Gasol was recently named the January Rookie of the Month for the Western Conference, his second such honor. Battier received the honor in December. Gasol has become the team’s unlikely star, leading the squad in points per game (17.1) and ranking second in most rebounds per game (8.7).

Also refreshing are the attitudes that Battier and Gasol bring to the floor every night. As Battier said earlier in the season, “I’m 23 years old. I have no right to be tired.” But 80-plus games can wear down the youngest bodies and exhaust players mentally.

Lowe hinted at just such a thing after the Grizzlies matchup with the Charlotte Hornets on Sunday at The Pyramid. The home team played terrible basketball, allowing the Hornets free rein on offense. Lowe wondered aloud whether players’ extracurricular activities were involved. “Maybe we left it on the dance floor,” Lowe said. “I would hope not.” Asked to comment on their coach’s remarks, Battier and Gasol showed wisdom far beyond their years and kept their mouths shut. Maybe the coach had mentioned his suspicions in the locker room or maybe the coach knew and the players didn’t think that he knew. Or maybe the coach was just frustrated and needed a scapegoat.

At any rate, there is some relief in sight. Williams and center Lorenzen Wright look ready to make a return after the All-Star break. Fresh legs and veteran leadership will mean much to this team. The break, while only for a weekend, is critical, allowing tired players to get away from seeing the same faces and practice facilities day after day.

The road ahead doesn’t get any easier. The Grizzlies still have over 30 games to play and this part of the season separates playoff squads from mediocre teams — and mediocre teams from lottery-pick teams. Chances are that this squad will find its second wind and win a few more games, but only if Lowe can continue to keep the attention of his troops.


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Grizzlies rookie Pau Gasol was named the Western Conference Rookie of the Month for January. The seven-footer averaged 20.7 points, 9.5 rebounds, and 2.87 blocks per game over the past 15 games. Gasol was also named Rookie of the Month for November. Both Gasol and fellow rookie Shane Battier will represent Memphis in the rookies game during All-Star weekend in Philadelphia.

What says love better than a cheap date? The Grizzlies will host “buck night” on Valentine’s Day to lure couples to The Pyramid to watch the team play the Denver Nuggets. Popcorn, drinks, and programs are a dollar apiece. Oh, and at halftime, one lucky couple will win the opportunity to get married or renew their vows on the arena floor.

Southwest Tennessee Community College’s head basketball coach Verties Sails is still flirting with history. The coach needed only 13 wins this season to reach his career 500th, but the Salukis have struggled, compiling only an 11-9 record thus far.

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Grizzlies fan to Lakers forward Rick Fox: “Rick Fox, play nice. We play nice.” Fox to fan: “That’s why you’re in last place.”

“I thought Earl Barron, in the second half, was the difference. And he was not really where he needed to be in the first half; the second half he was unbelievable. He really played well.”

— Tigers coach

John Calipari

“I’m supposed to go out there and dominate the other team on both ends … [and] just try to give the team whatever I can to help us win.” — Earl Barron

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Hookin’ Up

So for the last six months you’ve been sitting at home on Saturday, watching ABC’s “Big Picture” show, darning your socks, and wondering where all the honeys are. Believe us, we understand. Been there, done that.

But there’s hope for all of us. We’re not guaranteeing anything, but just think of the Web as a 24/7 convenience store of cuties. Post a personal ad online and you won’t have to worry about missing your soulmate because you left the party early. Once your ad is up, you can either sit back and wait or let your fingers do the walking.

To put Internet dating to the test, the Flyer solicited the help of several singles. These brave souls submitted their own ads — and surfed the ads of others — in hopes of finding someone to spend Valentine’s Day with. With only one week to go before the big day, here is their advice on Internet dating and unconventional real-world romance.

DAY 1: Get a Leg Up

Nerve.com is the Internet’s premier online dating hot spot — or at least it’s the one we used. It’s simple, but beware — Nerve has no use for cowards. If you want to browse the ads you’ve got to post one yourself, which means filling out the questionnaire.

The questions are fairly probing and somewhat humiliating. Example: “(fill in the blank) is sexy; (fill in the blank) is sexier.” All that’s missing are cheesy Herb Alpert background tunes and a voice asking, “Bachelor number one, If you were a ferocious, carnivorous beast, what would be your favorite place to make whoopie?” Nevertheless, once you’ve posted your ad and gotten past all the self-loathing the task provokes, you’ll find that you’re not alone in your embarrassment. Case in point: Under the “My most humiliating moment ” question, a staggering number of online posters wrote, “Right now.”

Here are a couple of tips: Post a picture with your ad. If you don’t include a picture, don’t expect any responses. And don’t post any annoying cartoon drawings in lieu of a photo. You may think the drawing makes you seem clever, but to the online dating consumer it will only be seen as the act of someone whose looks are suspect. The Internet is a harsh, shallow, and impatient place. It’s okay to be less-than-hot; it’s not okay to expect anyone to give you a chance if you don’t put your face on the line.

Which brings us to what you should put online. On Nerve, one question asks what you’re looking for in a relationship — friendship, dating, a long-term relationship, or play. Play, as one of our participants discovered after posting an ad saying she was looking for it, is adult-type fun. If you say you’re interested in Play, people who are passing through town may write you in hopes that you, and not a chambermaid, will freshen their towels.

A good rule of thumb on the Net is to be what you want. If you want someone intelligent, at least try to sound intelligent. If you want someone to laugh with, cut up a little in your ad. And even if you really are only looking for a little hide-and-seek, you don’t have to spell it out in graphic detail. Have some self-respect. One of the saddest ads we saw was a woman who wrote that the reason to get to know her was she was “really good at giving blow jobs.” Even if you have no other redeeming traits, geez, try to keep some of the mystery alive.

DAY 2: Get Busy

The responses are rolling in and you’re clicking on the vaguely descriptive screen names of your respondents (“johnboywalton,” “moanshine1,” “slow_and_low, spectateur”) to check out their ads. Some are an obvious no. Take “scales” for example: This 37-year-old Hoboken, N.J., native posed with his guitar and without his shirt, revealing thick whirlpools of black chest hair — a perfect complement for his Tony Iommi Black Sabbath coif.

True, the photo rule worked against “scales” but it doesn’t take a Vogue editor to know that if you haven’t updated your look (or shaved your chest) since 1986, a pic that’s not too revealing is your best bet.

If you didn’t post a picture (and your love match didn’t either), you could find yourself in the same trap as one Memphis dater. After communicating online with a would-be soul-mate who also lived in Memphis, he decided to initiate an in-person meeting. Only when he arrived for the rendezvous did he discover that the soul-mate was a co-worker — and a co-worker he hated, no less.

DAY 3: Get Picky

It’s Day Three and you’ve gotten some serious bites on your line. It’s time to see which fish are too small to keep and which ones you’re going to try to reel in.

You’ve got “new kid in school” cachet and you’re not getting any work done because the IG (Instant Gratifier — Nerve’s answer to instant messaging) keeps blinking to say you’ve got a new suitor. Slow down, Hot Pants. Now’s no time to get easy. You don’t want to waste your time chatting with a zero (remember, there are only four days left). It’s time to get picky — and ruthless.

The upside to online personals is you don’t have to keep telling the 45-year-old divorcée at the bar that you really don’t want to go back to her place. You don’t have to send any drinks back or say, “It’s not you, it’s me.” If someone doesn’t sound, or look, like your type, all you have to do is … nothing. It’s guilt-free rejection.

Read the ads carefully. One of our daters was absolutely smitten with one fellow, so she responded. But on further inspection of his ad she noticed one well-hidden detail — he was married and just looking for a little side dish.

Others try to hide their real age. Be wary of someone who places broad parameters in the age field. Example: Another dater got a response from “sexy42” who said he was looking for someone between the ages of 18 and 65. We’re all about staying open-minded, but really — that’s just creepy. Equally disturbing, another fellow, whose headline description was “pro bank robber and pussy worshipper,” posted a picture of himself posed with his approximately 4-year-old daughter. How, umm, touching? Ugh.

Remember that the person online could be anyone: serial murderer, Brad Pitt, someone you know. If you are trying to meet someone in your city, you no doubt know some of the same people. It’s not exactly six degrees of Kevin Bacon; more like two degrees of online dating.

Need horrifying proof? One of our intrepid online daters was contacted by an employee of a certain local daily newspaper. Said employee graciously backed out — which was probably smart, considering this article — after learning the true identity of the dater.

Another thing to consider on Day Four is face time. Some of our daters found that people were more likely to respond to their ad while they were actually browsing the personals. Did it have anything to do with the blinking light next to their ad that signified they were online? Who knows? The point is: the more time you spend online, the better.

DAY 4: Get Cash

Money may not buy you love, but it will buy you credits, and on Nerve without credits you get no satisfaction. The site lets you browse others’ ads to your little heart’s content, but if you wanna chat with that fine fox it’s gonna cost you. By entering those magical digits on your favorite credit card, you can buy credits — your pass to that virtual tunnel of love. The credits allow you to contact your wanna-be-sweetie by e-mail or by instant gratifier.

Now let’s say you’re just above the poverty level or saving for a new couch. You could either wait and let all the beautiful babies come to you or you could call them “collect.” If you wait and they contact you, you get a free ride into the aforementioned tunnel; they’re picking up the tab.

The collect option is an interesting one; all you, as the “collect caller,” can do is click on one of several choices, things such as: “I liked your ad. Look at mine and then write me back.” And that makes things complicated. One of our daters got a “collect call” from someone she described as “perfect; he’s perfect, in every way.” He had clicked on the generic “I liked your ad” option so she checked his out and decided she liked his … a lot. We practically had to use a bath towel to wipe the drool from her mouth. She desperately wanted to write him, meet him, and have his babies, but one problem … she didn’t have any credits. Soon enough, she convinced herself that with his movie-star good looks and financial-broker mind, he must be a “ringer,” someone sent from Nerve to con people into buying more credits. Now, had she ponied up the money, she could be touching his washboard abs right now, but she didn’t. So she’s not. All because she’s a cheapskate.

If you are really strapped for cash, there is a way to foil the system. However, Nerve doesn’t recommend it. If you include contact information such as your phone number or an e-mail address, possible Casanovas can romance you while bypassing Nerve entirely. That’s the upside. The downside? People can bypass Nerve to get in touch with you … and in this computer-generated world, it’s sort of the equivalent of writing, “For a good time” and your number on a bathroom wall. The best solution to save other people some dough — they still have to come to you, after all — is to set up a Hotmail account or some other free e-mail provider before joining Nerve and giving out that address.

DAY 5: Get Creative

Now it’s time to update your ad a bit. Just as you wouldn’t let yourself languish at the bar, you can’t let your ad languish in the big bin of personals. You don’t have to change much; the ads are listed with the most recently submitted ones first. So, just by re-submitting it you’ll be at the top of the list again and will attract more attention and responses.

One of our daters was trying to update her ad when her computer crashed and the ad was saved with the exact same information she had used before but was moved to the top of the list. The next day she got several new responses. Another dater took a much more aggressive approach, changing her headline from “Bored Girl Writes Personal Ad” to “The Last of the Red Hot Lovers.” This change resulted in 10 responses on the first day.

There are people who cruise through the Nerve lists daily, so they may have seen your ad a few times before but were not intrigued enough to respond. Consider, as Emeril Lagasse says, “kicking it up a notch.” Add a little steam to your questionnaire answers and you could find yourself with a fresh crop of potential dates.

But if updating yourself online doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, it’s probably time to get more creative with your real-life approach. Last week’s Flyer is an indication of the lengths some are willing to go when traditional methods fail. A back-page ad was taken out by “10 Fabulous Women” who were sick of waiting quietly for Mr. Right to come riding up. We’re not suggesting that everyone take out an ad in the Flyer (of course, our advertising department wouldn’t mind) but now is the time to think outside of the box.

If your creative juices aren’t flowing, try using a real-life dating service like Lunch for Two. These “hearthunters” set up lunch introductions for upscale professional adults. An initial 90-minute appointment with the service includes a psychological profile, completion of an interest questionnaire, and a detailed information sheet (to weed out the ax murderers). Questions cover areas such as finances, intellect, and education. Subjects such as religion and children are also important. The information is processed and five or six compatibility matches are usually found. Clients choose from the matches and a blind lunch is set up at an area restaurant. After chatting it up over chicken and pasta, the client must report back to the Lunch for Two czarinas, Darcy Winters and Dee Conn. If this person sucked like the sound of an oncoming tornado, not to worry. The company provides up to three introductions in its $200 Cupid Special.

But be warned, this service is not for the faint of heart. A match for you could take a long time, so drop the act and broaden your parameters.

Day 6: Get Physical

By now you’ve (hopefully) found a few possibilities online — or somewhere. With one day to go, there’s no time for idle chatter, you’ve got to turn up the heat. If you want that anonymous somebody to stop being so damned anonymous, you’ve got to make yourself more enticing. What you’re shooting for is breezy and flirty but definitely interested. Stop chatting about what you do for a living and the kind of music you like and turn the conversation to something much more memorable. It’s time to get a little dirty.

So when the person on the other end of the keyboard types, “You’re really great to chat with,” respond with “Thanks, but I’m much better in person.” Do not, however, cross the cyber-sex divide. If you notice your chat-mate is moving into porno territory, put the brakes on. This is much easier than you might think. If he/she types, “Where are your hands right now?” you can kill the mood by simply responding, “On the keyboard, moron” and then signing off. See? Easy.

Back in the real world, you’re almost out of time. You can’t afford pride anymore. It’s time for last resorts. This is when you have to get physical, and by that we mean — you have to go to the gym.

Whoa, Body By Jake. We know it’s too late for you to get in shape. If you wanted to use your stunning physique to attract the opposite sex you should have started around Thanksgiving. But the gym may be your last chance to find a date.

We’ve found the downtown YMCA, the Poplar/Highland French Riviera Spa, and the Cordova World Gym to be particularly effective “meat markets.” The French Riviera is so aware of its reputation that the club has taken to posting signs on the walls stating that women must work out with their entire chests covered. Sadly — or happily, depending on your point of view — the policy hasn’t exactly been scrupulously enforced.

If you are so averse to the gym that you won’t go there even to meet people, try going retail. Want a man who knows how to use his hands? Head on over to the Home Depot. Our daters have been there several times — strictly on home-improvement runs — and have had some nice chats. Want a woman who plays the guitar? I’m hearing Amro Music in your future. But for one-stop shopping, don’t underestimate the power of the mega-bookstore. Do what you’ve got to do. There’s only one day left.

Day 7: Get Trashed

If our little dating experiment didn’t work out for you, well, we’re sorry, but we never said satisfaction was guaranteed. The dating world is full of Mr. and Ms. Wrongs. Which is why, if you can face one of your own past Wrongs, you should stage a Valentine’s Day “Trash or Treasure” party. Everyone brings their exes, the ones that they couldn’t make it work with, in the hopes that someone else will see something in them they like and a trade can be brokered. You couldn’t stand the way your ex picked her teeth at the table? Maybe your slob friend won’t mind so much. Your trash could be someone else’s treasure.

Sure there will be complications — jealousy or possibly a love octagon — but at the very least, you get to go to a party instead of sitting at home wondering which restaurants deliver and watching HGTV.

Mary Cashiola has a relationship advice column on The Memphis Flyer’s Web site; Janel Davis conned her mate into matrimony last year; and Rebekah Gleaves watches Blind Date a lot.


You Don’t Send Me Flowers

How to put a song — or 20 — in your Valentine’s heart.

by Chris Herrington

You can keep your candies and flowers. Like the protagonist in Nick Hornby’s novel (and John Cusack’s movie) High Fidelity, I’ve always subscribed to the notion of courtship by mix tape. With that in mind, here are 10 matching pairs of songs — some you know, some you’ve probably never heard of — that could put your noble romantic pursuit over the top.

10. “Then He Kissed Me” — The Crystals/”Be My Baby” — The Ronettes: Phil Spector’s two greatest “little symphonies for teenagers” convey the youthful thrill of new love in a manner nothing in contemporary teen pop can comprehend.

9. “I Will Dare”/”Favorite Thing” — The Replacements: The first two songs on this American indie band’s 1984 album Let It Be. The first is post-punk Prufrock — frontman Paul Westerberg measures his life in cigarette butts, but he answers T.S. Eliot’s eternal question in the affirmative, daring to disturb the universe if only The Girl will meet him somewhere — anywhere — tonight. The sloppy sugar-rush of “Favorite Thing” is the thrilling sound of misfits reaching for the brass ring. It’s mighty sweet when the boys croon, “You’re my favorite thing” in unison on the “bridge,” but is there anything more romantic than hearing these born losers chanting at the end — to themselves? to the girl in question? — “Think big!/Think big!”?

8. “Think It Over” — Lou Reed/”Question” — The Old 97’s: Wedding proposal songs that totally avoid sap and sentimentality, which is probably why they’re so obscure. Both are also, understandably, wary and nervous. Reed’s protagonist wakes his intended early in the morning with an offer to mull over; the Old 97’s’ takes her for a long walk in the park with the message, “Someday somebody’s gonna ask you/A question that you should say yes to/Once in your life/Maybe tonight I’ve got a question for you.”

7. “I Want To Hold Your Hand” — The Beatles/”I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend” — The Ramones: Gleefully romantic doppelgangers, issued roughly a decade apart. Proof that simple guitars and modest proposals can often say more than flowery prose.

6. “You Send Me” — Sam Cooke/”This Magic Moment” — The Drifters: No music is more romantic than classic soul, because no other music had singers so capable of consistently finding the life in often banal lovey-dovey lyrics. But on these two great singles, elegant lyrics are put over by even more elegant singers. Sam Cooke may be the only vocalist ever for whom the old line about “singing the phonebook” really applied, and the Drifters’ Ben E. King uses his deliberate, delicate phrasing to find the romantic drama in Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman’s great song.

5. “Let’s Get It On” — Marvin Gaye/”You Said Something” — PJ Harvey: Before and after. Gaye’s epic is, of course, pop’s most convincing sexual come-on. But Harvey’s lesser-known gem may be the music’s finest depiction of the cliché “post-coital glow.” Like Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie’s great lovemaking scene in Don’t Look Now, sex here is a marvelous memory, as Harvey lingers with her lover on a Brooklyn rooftop.

4. “Don’t Worry Baby” — The Beach Boys/”When Something Is Wrong With My Baby” — Sam and Dave: Because love isn’t all hearts and roses, here are two impossibly delicate hymns of romantic reassurance, from two acts unrivaled for the vocal care that went into their records.

3. “My Heart’s Reflection” — Yo La Tengo/”If I Could Build My Whole World Around You” — Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell: Yo La Tengo is no household name, but over the course of the band’s decade-plus career Ira Kaplan and Georgia Hubley have made their successful marriage Topic A and have produced more meaningful music on the subject than anybody in rock history. Over the prettiest guitar noize you’ll ever hear, Kaplan wraps sex and love and commitment into one big, bold thing, while Hubley pushes it along with her insistent Sister-Ray beat. Gaye and Terrell were never married, of course, but as the greatest duet team rock and soul has ever known, they offered a similar sonic testament to romantic give-and-take, and “If I Could Build My Whole World Around You” makes this feat explicit.

2. “Valentine’s Day” — Bruce Springsteen/”If I Was Your Girlfriend” — Prince: These two records have nothing in common except their singularity. Springsteen’s simultaneously frightening and invigorating essay on marital commitment may be the most profoundly adult love song that the kiddie music known as rock-and-roll has ever produced; Prince’s gender-swap may just be the most profound. On the former, the man who was “born to run” just races to get home. The key to the genius of the latter is that it isn’t just a simple gender switch — he doesn’t want to be his girlfriend, he wants to be his girlfriend’s close female friend and to share in the easy intimacy that exists between women. “Would you run to me if somebody hurt you?/Even if that somebody was me?” he asks, then they get down to business — and imagine what silence looks like.

1. “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” — Otis Redding/”For Your Precious Love” — Jerry Butler and the Impressions: Possibly the two most monumental soul ballads in the proud history of the form, these yearning, pleading, loving testaments admit to a pain the other songs on this list don’t really touch, but that only makes their expressions of ardor more intense. The latter’s churchy gravity and waltz-like tempo made it the perfect choice as the processional to my wedding; I wore out a vinyl copy of the former in high school, just to hear, over and over again, Redding’s slight pause after the first syllable. These records are cathedrals — play them loud.

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The current garage-rock revival may not have paid commercial dividends just yet, but it’s sprouting good bands all over the place. Detroit’s White Stripes may be the best and most well-known of the bunch, but from New York’s Mooney Suzuki to our own Reigning Sound, there are plenty of young bands giving the electric white-boy blues (and folk-rock and soul) a good name again.

One of the better outfits on this circuit has to be Cincinnati’s The Greenhornes, who sounded great opening for the White Stripes here last fall at Earnestine and Hazel’s. The band’s consistently surging, eponymous 2001 debut confirms that their set that night was no fluke. The Greenhornes fall more in line with the archetypal Nuggets vibe than the other bands mentioned above, their mid-’60s sound balancing the rockin’ thrash of the Count Five with the organ-driven blues of the Animals.

The Greenhornes will be back in town this week for a show at Young Avenue Deli on Thursday, February 7th, with locals The Tearjerkers, whose similar attitude draws inspiration from 10-years-after proto-punk heroes the New York Dolls and Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers. Should be a mighty fine time.

The Blues Foundation holds its annual unsigned-band contest, the International Blues Challenge, this weekend on Beale. Preliminary rounds will take place up and down the street on Friday, February 8th, and Saturday, February 9th, with the competition finals at the New Daisy Theatre on Sunday, February 10th. Admission to the contest is $10 per night. For more information, see the Blues Foundation Web site at www.blues.org.

Chris Herrington

If you’re dumb enough to GIVE your band a name as gimmicky as The Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash, you had better be talented enough to overcome it. You’ve simply got to know that hitching your Americana wagon to the iconic Man in Black is going to get lots of attention which you may or may not deserve. To even suggest that you might be a badder M.F. than J.C. himself will bring on full-fledged scrutiny. Fortunately for the Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash, they at least come close to making good on their claim. They revel in the traditional honky-tonk tropes — truckers washing down amphetamines with black coffee, lonely jukeboxes, women who drink you dry and rob you blind — but are at their best when walking that fine Cashesque line between classic country and early rock-and-roll. And when BSOJC frontman Mark Stewart howls, “I guess I’ve got to learn to love the pain” in his song “Crying Over You,” it’s with the urgency of an illegitimate child begging for just a scrap of recognition.

But the more I listen to BSOJC the more I think Johnny needs to have a DNA test run. If you ask me, they sound a whole lot more like Dale Watson’s boys. Decide for yourself when the Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash play the Young Avenue Deli on Saturday, February 9th, with The Charlie Mars Band. — Chris Davis