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Flyer’s Memphis Music Foundation Story Draws Fire

The Flyer‘s September 13th cover story on the Memphis Music Foundation/Commission has drawn fire from local musicians. From this week’s “Letters to the Editor”: “Dean Deyo is quoted as saying, ‘We create talent.’ The Memphis Music Foundation creates talent? Whew. Examples, please?

“It’s also reported that he ‘has entered negotiations to bring an independent recording studio to Memphis’ and bargain for tax breaks in the effort. Excuse me, but wouldn’t Ardent, Young Avenue Sound, Royal Recording, Sam Phillips Recording, Cotton Row Recording, and countless other Memphis independent recording studios like to have tax breaks too?

“Musicians I know shake their heads in dismay and disgust at such big plans to tie ‘economic development’ to the ‘music industry.’ We’re kind of used to hearing it by now …”

Read more letters. And write your own to brucev@memphisflyer.com.

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A Bully Puppet

Iraq’s prime minister, Nouri al-Maliki, is rising a notch in my estimation. He’s begun to snap back at his American critics. Bully for him.

Arrogant American politicians, in calling for his ouster, shed all pretense of any interest in democracy. Clearly, they see themselves as imperial overlords dissatisfied with someone they consider an American stooge. American generals even now are starting to talk about the need for a dictator, though they don’t use that term. Maybe, they are telling journalists, democracy for Iraq wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Nevertheless, al-Maliki is the legitimately chosen head of a legitimately elected government. It’s not up to American senators and presidential candidates to decide who should be prime minister of Iraq. These empty-headed windbags wouldn’t dream of calling for the ouster of the British prime minister. That they so readily do so in the case of Iraq simply shows you how they disdain the democracy they claim to support.

In fairness to al-Maliki, it should be pointed out that the much-publicized hand-over of “sovereignty” to the Iraqi government was and is a sham. Iraq’s army has to answer to the Americans, not to the Iraqi government. Iraq has no intelligence agency. The intelligence agency was set up and is run by the CIA. The U.S. is still the occupier of Iraq, and there is relatively little freedom of the Iraqi government to set its own policies.

Add to that the fact that the Iraqi government, regardless of who leads it, is stuck with a country that we “bombed back into the pre-industrial age,” to use the boastful phrase of General Norman Schwarzkopf during the first Gulf War. Then, with our singularly inept attempt at occupation, we fired its government and its army.

If every member of the Iraqi parliament had a genius IQ, they’d have a hard time digging themselves out of the hole we dug for the country.

The Iraqi fiasco is a black comedy — black because of the tragic loss of life and suffering it has caused, but a comedy nevertheless because of the Three Stooges-type antics of American officials, beginning with President Bush.

The president has misled and continues to mislead the American people in an attempt to rationalize his failed policy. His pathetically juvenile claim that the terrorists would follow Americans home if the U.S. withdrew from Iraq is laughable. Al-Qaeda declared war on us long before we did it the enormous favor of invading Iraq, thus both reinforcing al-Qaeda’s propaganda and providing it with a new recruitment and training ground.

Bush’s ill-fated war has not only increased the stock of the world’s terrorists, it replaced a Sunni-led government with a Shiite-led government that is close to Iran. You couldn’t screw this situation up any worse than if you had let Osama bin Laden plan the invasion. I have never seen such a stupid administration as this one.

And make no mistake — there is no easy solution or way out of this morass. Just as so many knowledgeable people, both here and in the Middle East, warned the president beforehand, Bush has set loose the wild dogs of war — chaos and havoc in a previously stable region — and he doesn’t have any idea at all of how to round them up.

I long ago predicted the end result of this blundering around would be a new dictatorship, because a brutally strong central authority is the only way Iraq’s feuding factions can be controlled. This time, however, it likely will be someone allied to Iran.

Iraq’s misery and difficulties remind me of a quotation from a Turkish officer, who said, “The trouble with being an ally of the United States is that you can never tell when it’s going to decide to stab itself in the back.”

Amen.

Charley Reese has been a journalist for 50 years.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Meet the Press

“Food is a social and cultural artifact of our time,” says John T. Edge, director of the Southern Foodways Alliance at the University of Mississippi. “When [Jonathan] Gold writes about food, it becomes an entrée to writing about people and the cultural meaning of this everyday act of eating.”

Gold, a writer for LA Weekly, received a 2007 Pulitzer Prize in the criticism category — the first ever presented to food writing. The Pulitzer judges cited Gold for “his zestful, wide-ranging restaurant reviews expressing the delight of an erudite eater.”

Traditionally, the Pulitzer in this category has been awarded to film, music, literature, art, architecture, and media critics, but in the past few years, the scope has widened. In 2004, Dan Neil of the Los Angeles Times won for his automobile column, and last year, Robin Givhan of The Washington Post won for her fashion criticism. Gold’s prize is a long-awaited recognition by the committee of the cultural importance of food.

In recent interviews, Gold has said that people typically don’t think of the culinary profession as a fine art, and even though cooking requires many fine-tuned skills and involves a certain degree of artistry, it’s typically considered a craft. Yet, the most exquisite dining experiences — with great ambience, great wine, great company, and great food — even though short-lived, are always remembered.

Reading Gold is bliss. In one column, he reviews the food of Laurent Quenioux at L.A.’s Bistro K: “[T]here are few chefs in Los Angeles who have Quenioux’s touch with game: a soft, gloriously stinky Scottish hare stewed in something approximating the traditional foie gras-inflected blood … a whole-roasted red-leg partridge with the funky, steroidal, locker-room smack of the best shot game.”

In another column, he describes the rhythm of an izakaya meal (the Japanese version of a tapas meal) as “a waltz-time snack-sip-chat, snack-sip-chat dynamic that can go on for the length of a Mahler symphony … animal-vegetable-mineral, warm-hot-cold, sweet-salt-funk.”

When you have finished reading one of Gold’s pieces, you’ll have learned something beyond the particular food of a particular restaurant. This is food writing and criticism at its best.

Unfortunately, not everybody who writes about food embraces the traditions of other cultures with as much curiosity and enthusiasm as Gold. California-bred Colby Buzzell, author, blogger, and former soldier with the U.S. Army, recently toured the Mississippi Delta’s tamale trail and wrote about his experiences for the May issue of Esquire magazine.

“Most of the tamales are stuffed with spicy beef or pork and corn dough. Some are sold out of small wooden shacks the size of port-a-shitters, some out of carts on the side of the road,” Buzzell writes. “But here’s the thing: Nobody here seems to know — or really care — how they got here. They just are.”

Buzzell noting his subjects’ disinterest in the tamale trail’s history is a bit ironic. He himself never mentions a valuable resource in the Southern Foodways Alliance and their ongoing project documenting the hot-tamale trail.

According to Edge, tamales in the Mississippi Delta date back to the early 20th century, when bumper cotton harvests caused planters to bring in Mexican workers from Texas and Mexico. He calls what happened, most likely during a shared lunchtime, a “culinary transfer.” “One culture learns from another,” Edge says, “and what we see today is that tamales have become a part of the African-American culture.”

And the tamale shacks that Buzzell compares to portable bathrooms are vernacular architecture in the sense that they are often built with found materials — a scrap of leftover tin roofing, sides that are made out of old packing crates.

Buzzell presents a disappointingly stereotypical view of the South, but there’s hope for him yet. After all, he lives in Los Angeles, giving him easy access to the LA Weekly and Gold’s column. Perhaps he’ll start reading it. In the meantime, as Edge puts it: “For his sake and ours, we wish him good travels in other climates.”

To read Jonathan Gold’s work, visit www.laweekly.com.

For more information about the tamale trail, visit www.tamaletrail.com.