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Marsha, Trader Joe’s, and Ruby’s Stool

The week that was …

“Hi, y’all! My name’s Marsha and I’m a big Tigers fan! Check out my blue dress! Anyhoo, I’m just wondering if y’all could do me a little ol’ favor. Could you just cheer, ‘Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!’ while my, um, brother films it for Facebook? It’ll be so fun and it won’t take but a few seconds. Y’all are soooo cute.”

University of Memphis Cheerleaders (in unison): “SURE, WHY NOT? SURE, WHY NOT? MARSHA, MARSHA, MARSHA!”

The above scenario is just my guess about what happened at the Liberty Bowl, Friday night, when senatorial candidate Marsha Blackburn showed up for the Memphis-Georgia State game and got the Memphis cheerleaders to “endorse” her. I could be wrong, of course.

State-connected schools are not allowed by law to endorse candidates. The cheerleaders obviously didn’t know the law, and apparently neither did Blackburn, unless she chose to ignore it. She then tweeted the video and posted it on her Facebook page, adding, “Marsha Loves Memphis!”

That tactic quickly garnered Blackburn the wrath (and snark) of many Memphians, who prefer Senate candidates who don’t dodge a Memphis debate, then show up for a football game and “borrow” our cheerleaders.

The university was not amused: “The Athletics Office was notified that pictures of the University of Memphis Spirit Squads were posted on political social media sites. U of M Spirit Squads do not endorse any candidate(s) for political office in accordance with U of M policies. Political organizers were contacted to remove any and all posts suggesting endorsement by the University of Memphis.”

Presumably, the candidate learned that Memphis is not fond of faux fans who appropriate local culture.

Speaking of local culture … Trader Joe’s, opened a store in Germantown last week. The crowds were huge, lining up outside to get a chance to buy the store’s signature line of groceries and beverages, including “Two Buck Chuck” wine, which now costs a little more than three bucks. Sadly, “Three Dollars and 47 Cents Chuck” just doesn’t have the same ring to it, but who’s counting?

The only real snafu was the fact that the store gave out souvenir cloth bags emblazoned with “Nashville! Music City.” Ouch. More like “Traitor Joe’s,” amirite?

In an attempt to quiet the miffed social media masses, a poster on the Trader Joe’s Germantown Facebook fan page offered this explanation: “Having a city bag is a legacy that TJ’s bestows upon existing stores after they have been around for awhile. New stores do not get their own bags — basically they have to ‘pay their dues’ before getting a bag (my words, not TJ’s). Nashville JUST got their custom bag after YEARS of having a TJ’s. Our time will come if we show the store good service and loyalty!”

Well, okay then. Here’s hoping Memphis pays its dues, behaves itself, and soon becomes bag-worthy.

What else? Oh, Nike announced increased sales and new highs for its stock prices. The “boycott” by angry septagenarian white men apparently fizzled, when many of them mistakenly threw out their New Balance mall-walking shoes, which have a big “N” on the side. It’s understandable. Initials can be confusing. For example, did you know that the “N” on the Nebraska football helmets stands for “Knowledge”? Didn’t think so.

And speaking of Music City … Rolling Stone reported that 85-year-year-old Loretta Lynn has released a new song called “Ruby’s Stool.” Which, it turns out, is about Ruby’s barstool and not the first image that came to my mind, considering Loretta’s age. Pro tip: Never use the word “stool” in a song title.

And finally, the digital Daily Memphian news-site launched on Monday with stories by, among others, former Commercial Appeal writers Marc Perrusquia, Geoff Calkins, Tom Bailey, and Jennifer Biggs. The site looked good, and I signed up for the $7-a-month subscription. The more reporting we get in Memphis, the better.

And I’m taking it as a good sign that someone almost immediately created a Daily Memphian parody account on Twitter.

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Weekend Roundup 25: Tyler, The Creator, Loretta Lynn, Widespread Panic

Tyler, The Creator plays Minglewood Hall on Friday, July 17th.

The 25th edition of my Weekend Roundup packs a punch with big name artists playing Memphis all weekend long. From Tyler, The Creator to Ronnie Milsap, there is a little something for everyone this weekend. If you’re planning on going to any of this weekend’s outdoor shows, remember to stay hydrated!  

Friday, July 17th
Impala, DJ Eric Hermeyer, 6 p.m at Handy Park, free.

Tyler, The Creator, Taco, 8 p.m. at Minglewood Hall, $25-$28.

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Motel Mirrors, 7:30 p.m. at the Levitt Shell, free.

Loretta Lynn, 8 p.m. at the Gold Strike Casino, prices vary.

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The Zebbler Encanti Experience, 9 p.m. at the Hi-Tone, price undisclosed.

Super Witch, Lookout Mountain Daredevils, 9:30 p.m. at Murphy’s, $5.

Weekend Roundup 25: Tyler, The Creator, Loretta Lynn, Widespread Panic (3)

Saturday, July 18th
St. Paul and the Broken Bones, 7:30 p.m. at the Levitt Shell, free.

Widespread Panic, 7:30 p.m. at Snowden Grove Amphitheater, prices vary.

Weekend Roundup 25: Tyler, The Creator, Loretta Lynn, Widespread Panic (4)

Ronnie Milsap, 8 p.m. at Horseshoe Tunica, prices vary.

Weekend Roundup 25: Tyler, The Creator, Loretta Lynn, Widespread Panic (5)

Zigadoo Moneyclips, Highway HiFi, 10 p.m. at the Hi-Tone, $5.

Sunday, July 19th
The Settlers, 4 p.m. at Lafayette’s Music Room.

Victor Wainright, 7:30 p.m. at the Levitt Shell, free.

Weekend Roundup 25: Tyler, The Creator, Loretta Lynn, Widespread Panic (6)

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The Easley-McCain Era

We put that building to the best use of its life,” Doug Easley says. I feel good about that.”

He can. Although Easley and business partner Davis McCain no longer work in the former Easley-McCain studio on Deadrick, they take pride in recording more than two decades of music that succeeded in both commercial and cultural terms. The building burned in March of 2005, forcing the two to leave it behind. But the legacy of influential music endures.

Both Easley and McCain were set on sound from their childhoods.

“I was just fascinated with my father’s Dictaphone,” McCain says. “So they got me a recorder, and I would experiment with that all the time. I was always into it. I remember getting a small reel-to-reel recorder as a child. I always knew I wanted to do something in music. I went to Rhodes. I had actually planned on going into electronics, and I was convinced to go to college. I ran live sound at the pub on campus. Then I got the gig at the Antenna Club and stayed there until 1988.”

Easley seemingly was fated for music:

“I had big brothers,” Easley says. “They had gold records hanging on the wall down the street. A couple of the Box Tops lived on the street. Hombres, Chilton, those people all lived in my neighborhood at the time. I went to Messick High School. Duck Dunn, Cropper, and all that stuff. I think I was in the seventh grade, and I managed a band.”

Easley ran through several iterations of studios, often working from his home. But with the collection of Stax gear, the place was nothing like today’s home studios. And the list of collaborators and clients was impressive:

“We had people like REM guys come through,” Easley says. “When they were in town, we’d snag ’em. Ross Johnson. Peter Buck says the first lead guitar he ever played was in some sessions with Ross Johnson in the bedroom. I remember him stringing my Strat up.

“Everybody was convening at the Antenna Club. And we did a single with [McCain’s] band, [Barking Dog], in the house. Tav, maybe his first or second single, live. That sort of got a bug going. A do-it-yourself, don’t-wait-for-somebody-to-give-you-a-job attitude. To me, it basically started post disco. Memphis was at the lowest possible place it could be. Everybody had left town who was doing it in the old style. So they couldn’t stop us. So we just bought stuff and did it. I didn’t have faith in anybody giving me a job. Then I built another place behind my house; me and my dad. That was where Davis came in. We were looking for a space.”

When they found the Deadrick building, it was a fine mess. Originally built by a business partner of Chips Moman as a second facility for American Studio, the place was a mess when Easley-McCain Recording was formed in 1990.

“It had water damage, and termites had totally eaten the control room out. It was in really bad shape,” McCain says.

“When we got there, we had aspirations to do something,” Easley says. “It was ripe. It was a real good time. It was the beginning of the do-it-yourself era. The home studio I had was one of the few that weren’t catering to the old stuff. But there were bands, Dave [Shouse] had the Bud band [Band Called Bud]. They had their eye outside of Memphis. It was all about exporting to make it work. The records sort of helped that happen. A few would get out of town and did, and that helped us. That would promote it and tell people what was going on. It sort of snowballed.”

“Once the out-of-towners started coming, then the phone started ringing a lot,” McCain says. “If you go back and look at our calendars, they are just full. We would try to schedule ourselves days off, and then that would get covered up. It was a very busy time.”

Their success came through hard work at a time when marketing your studio didn’t involve Facebook or MySpace, or even email.

“It was all very old school,” Easley recalls. “I still have that beautiful-looking cell phone. It was a big old son of a gun.”

The major component to their success was being in tune with the culture. As Cobain was struggling with his disgust over commercial music, the scene around Easley-McCain was guided by Chilton’s experience with pop, his revulsion to it, and his artistic answer to it.

“I think it’s that we connected with what was going on everywhere except here, “Easley says. “They were bringing in music we’d never heard: the way they played and the way they tuned. They weren’t even playing blues and rock-and-roll, or rockabilly or whatever.

“We were sort of a development studio, in a sense. Like Wilco’s first record. Wilco wasn’t Wilco until they did their first record. We did their first record. White Stripes did their first record that sort of made them superstars. Then we do Sonic Youth, which I think was their ninth record. And then Jeff Buckley’s follow up to a big record he did. Then Pavement. Then a bunch of emo bands. It was all over the place.”

But their successes came with people who continue to define popular music.

“The White Stripes is a crazy example of something working,” Easley says. “I think they spent $1,700. It was a slow go, it took a couple of years for that to take off.” White Blood Cells was engineered by Stuart Sikes, a house engineer who moved to Dallas in 2002 and built Elmwood Recording before moving to Austin in 2012.

“But you don’t see that at the time,” McCain adds. “You wouldn’t even stop and listen to it after it went out the door. There was another one behind it.”

Their reputation extended beyond the underground scene. There was even one that got away.

“The one that I was having palpitations about was Bob Dylan” Easley says. “It ended up being the record of the year that year. He wanted to record in Memphis. I talked to Daniel Lanois for a long, long time on the phone. It never materialized.”

But Jack White’s production of Loretta Lynn’s Van Lear Rose would find the studio associated with some very mainstream success. The album was mixed by engineer Stuart Sikes and won the Best Country Album Grammy in 2005.

“I think we had done two country sessions,” Easley recalls. “And I’m sure the other one was horrible. But it was a beautiful country record in that it aligned Detroit, Memphis, and Nashville in this cool way.”

The two were later in Nashville when a woman asked them what they did. Easley mentioned Van Lear Rose.

“She said, ‘Horrible record. Just a horrible record.’ And I went, ‘Yes!'”

The studio was lost to fire in 2005. The owner opted not to rebuild.

“We managed to pull a lot out,” McCain says. “Doug worked on it.”

“I’m stubborn,” Easley says. “It was an interesting time for Memphis not to be in the old school. It was the beginning of a new school.”

They’re still at it: easleymccainrecording.com.

An earlier version of this article omitted the contributions of Stuart Sikes, who engineered the White Stripes’ White Blood Cells and returned to Easley from Texas to mix Van Lear Rose. We regret the error — JB