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Elvis Presley: 1935-2007

Elvis Presley, the man who jump-started the rock-and-roll revolution from a tiny Memphis recording studio in 1954 and went on to become the world’s most recognizable entertainer, died Monday, August 6th, of cardiac arrest, at his Horn Lake, Mississippi, home. He was 72 years old.

It had been six years since an earlier heart attack sent the man many called “The King” into a mini-retirement and 30 years since a drug overdose threatened his life, then in chaos, and forever altered his career: cleaning up, breaking from his iron-fisted manager, “Colonel” Tom Parker, and withdrawing from the music world for several years.

Upon his return to public life in the 1980s, Presley mixed sporadic but high-profile concert and record appearances with a series of non-music business ventures, including an ownership stake in the NFL Memphis Hound Dogs. In the 1990s, Presley returned to regular performances with a residency at the Hilton Hotel & Casino Tunica, setting the stage for a dramatic return as a musician and film star in the final decade of his life.

“Right Next Door to Dead”

On August 16th, 1977, Presley was found at his Graceland home around noon — unconscious and unresponsive — by fiancée Ginger Alden. According to never-confirmed rumors, Alden discovered Presley lying on the floor of his bathroom; all he would say later was that it was “a shameful scene.” Rushed to Baptist Memorial Hospital by paramedics, Presley, apparently a victim of a prescription drug overdose, slipped into a coma, and fears were high that he might not survive. In a statement on the steps of the hospital, Presley’s father, Vernon, announced to the world, “My boy may not make it.” Presley himself later said he was “right next door to dead.”

But the next day, Presley awoke and was discharged from the hospital three days later. He checked into Hazelden Clinic in Minnesota, a leading drug and alcohol abuse rehabilitation center, where he would stay for a month.

Those closest to Presley were shocked by how close he had come to dying, and blame quickly spread. Vernon reportedly got into a scuffle with Presley’s personal physician, Dr. George Nichopoulos. Presley, however, didn’t blame anyone but himself. (Though he did part company with “Dr. Nick” and told his associates to clean up or get out.)

Back at Graceland by October, Presley began picking up the pieces of his life. His manager, “Colonel” Parker, wanted Presley back on the road or in the recording studio. (A tour had been scheduled to begin August 17th, but Presley’s hospitalization led to its cancellation.) Desiring nothing more than to be left alone and fearing a return to his previous lifestyle, Presley refused. A bitter argument erupted, resulting in the severing of ties between the two — though Parker always maintained that he quit rather than being fired as Presley’s manager.

One relationship that was strengthened following the overdose scare was that of Presley and Alden. On February 16th, 1978, the couple married in a low-key ceremony at Graceland.

But, with a constant stream of fans, visitors, and well-wishers ouside the gates, Presley felt increasingly trapped in his home on what, in 1972, had been officially changed to Elvis Presley Boulevard. Presley wanted somewhere he could go and be outdoors and not have to worry about the prying eyes of the world. The clincher came with the announcement that Ginger was pregnant. Remembering fondly his time spent at the ranch he once owned in the mid-to-late ’60s, the Circle G, near Horn Lake, Mississippi, Presley arranged to re-acquire the 160-acre property. In 1979, Presley, a seven-months pregnant Ginger, and Vernon moved to the ranch. His daughter, Lisa Marie, continued to divide time between Mississippi and Los Angeles, where Elvis’ ex-wife, Priscilla, lived.

On June 19th, 1979, Jesse Vernon Presley — named for Elvis’ father and his stillborn twin brother, Jesse Garon — was born. Ecstatic at being a father again, Presley and his family settled into a comfortable life on the ranch. Presley continued to explore spiritual and religious matters, and he began to physically reverse the toll drug abuse and unhealthy living had taken on his body. He ate healthier and began to exercise, practicing martial arts and taking morning jogs on his property. It is said that this was the happiest time of Presley’s life.

Back in the Spotlight

By the early 1980s, a dwindling cash reserve — due to a stagnant back catalog and no new music-related income — prompted Presley to re-engage with the outside world. He began with a non-music business venture: a chain of Southern-themed fast-food restaurants called Gladys’ Kitchen. Named for Presley’s late mother, the first Gladys’ Kitchen opened its doors at 1447 Union Avenue in Memphis in 1980.

Amy Mathews

In preparation for Friday’s memorial service, Elvis Presley’s son, Jesse Vernon, cleans up at the south gate of the family estate, the Circle G Ranch. Presley died of cardiac arrest at his home on Monday.

The signature item on the menu was a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich. Hamburgers topped with peanut butter or pimento cheese were also featured. After success in Memphis, Gladys’ Kitchen expanded across the Southeast, boasting 18 locations by early 1982. But the venture saw its gains turned back shortly thereafter. The blow came from New York Times food critic and fellow Mississippi native Craig Claiborne, who famously gave Gladys’ Kitchen a zero-star, one-word write up: “Godawful.” Folding almost as quickly as it had appeared, even the original (and last remaining) Gladys’ Kitchen shuttered by 1984. It’s now a Taco Bell.

Two other business opportunities proved more fruitful. The first was the brainchild of Presley’s high school friend, George Klein. Listening to Elvis ruminating on what to do with Graceland, Klein made a wild suggestion: Turn Graceland into a Cadillac dealership. And so, in October 1983, George Klein’s King Cadillac opened its gates on the renovated grounds of Graceland, selling new and classic models of the automobile. The co-venture was a moderate success at first — those weren’t great years for the American auto industry — but in time, Klein’s King Cadillac gained a cult following, especially for its trademark custom-pink models. A status symbol of sorts for celebrities and fans, car buyers at King Cadillac included, over the years, Nicolas Cage, Johnny Depp, Axl Rose, and Quentin Tarantino.

The second business venture secured Presley’s finances far into the future. Long a loyal consumer of Mountain Valley Spring Water, Presley took a financial plunge in the company in 1987. Headquartered in Hot Springs, Arkansas, until investors moved it to New Jersey in 1966, Mountain Valley Spring Co. was acquired by Elvis Presley Enterprises and returned to its original home. Presley’s investment proved vastly profitable, riding the wave of the bottled-water boom that continues to this day.

In the aftermath of the Gladys’ Kitchen debacle, Presley made a difficult decision: His father was replaced as his business manager. Then 66 years old, Vernon was well-intentioned but in declining health. His replacement: Jerry Schilling, a longtime Presley friend and the youngest member of the “Memphis Mafia” entourage before it was effectively disbanded. An experienced manager of the Sweet Inspirations, the Beach Boys, and Billy Joel, Schilling came to Presley with a proposition: It was time to get back in the recording studio. Presley resisted initially — he hadn’t sung into a microphone in nearly six years. But Schilling convinced him to enter the friendly confines of Sam Phillips Recording Studio in Memphis with producer Chips Moman for a one-day session on December 21, 1982.

Though the session didn’t yield any finished recordings, it was seen in the music industry as a watershed moment for the King, creating ripples of excitement among insiders. A few months later, performer/producer Barry Gibb contacted Schilling with an overture to make an album of new songs with Presley. Intrigued, Presley agreed to travel to Nashville to record one song: “Islands in the Stream” — written by Barry, Maurice, and Robin Gibb — as a duet with Dolly Parton. The song would go on to be the first single from her album Burlap & Satin. Of the recording session, Presley quipped to a reporter, “It’s like riding a bike — and I ain’t rode nothin’ but a horse for a long time.”

Presley and Tina Turner perform ‘Proud Mary’ at ‘Live Aid,’ on July 13, 1985. This was Presley’s first public concert appearance since June 26, 1977, at Market Square Arena in Indianapolis.

“Islands in the Stream” was released in August 1983, the first new Presley recording since 1977, and was a smash success. The record hit #1 on October 29th and stayed there three weeks before being supplanted by Lionel Richie’s “All Night Long.”

“Islands in the Stream” was Presley’s first Top 40 hit in the U.S. since “Way Down” in 1977 and his first #1 since “Suspicious Minds” in 1969. Named Song of the Year by Billboard, “Islands in the Stream” also won a Grammy for Pop Vocal Group Performance and an American Music Award (AMA) for Favorite Country Song.

But with a return to musical success came sadness. Vernon Presley, then 67 years old, died of heart failure March 15, 1984, at the Circle G Ranch. He was buried at the ranch next to Elvis’ mother, Gladys, who had been moved there from Forest Hill Cemetery in Memphis years before. His father’s death deeply affected Presley. He spent more time with Ginger, Jesse, and Lisa Marie, and he sought solace in his friendships with longtime friends, especially Schilling and Klein. He also reconciled with Red West, Sonny West, and Dave Hebler, with whom he’d been estranged since they published their tell-all in 1977, titled Elvis: What Happened?.

The World Stage

Presley’s next foray into music would take place on a much bigger stage. With a famine ravaging Ethiopia, musician/activists Bob Geldof and Midge Ure organized “Live Aid,” a global concert to benefit the hunger-torn nation. Musicians of every background responded to the call; Presley was no exception.

The ground of Graceland became George Klein’s King Cadillac in 1983.

In his first public appearance since 1977, Presley headlined the Philadelphia concert at JFK Stadium, on July 13, 1985. He gave the show finale in front of 90,000 attendees and an estimated 1.9 billion viewers in 100 countries, performing “In the Ghetto,” “Burning Love,” and, in a duet with Tina Turner, “Proud Mary.” For most viewers, it was the first time they’d laid eyes on the new, slim, healthy Elvis. Memorably, many of the show’s other performers, including Mick Jagger, Madonna, and Run-D.M.C., sat on the stage to listen to his set. Presley even gave the audience a bit of his infamous wiggling hips. Asked about it later, he said, “Rhythm is something you either have or you don’t have, but when you have it, you have it all over.”

In September, Presley was back in the studio, this time turning back the clock with some old friends. The Class of ’55: Memphis Rock & Roll Homecoming album matched Presley with his onetime Sun Studio compatriots, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Carl Perkins, the reunited “Million Dollar Quartet” who last played together by happenstance one day almost 30 years earlier. Recorded at Sun and produced by Moman, Class of ’55 was a critical and commercial success upon its 1986 release (going on to be nominated for a Grammy for best album but losing to Paul Simon’s Homeless).

On January 23, 1986, Presley got what he called “the honor of a lifetime”: induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He was enshrined in the first class of inductees along with, among others, Sam Cooke, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Sam Phillips. Phillips caused controversy introducing Carl Perkins at the awards banquet, saying, “It’s a late date to be saying it, and I mean no disrespect to the people of Cleveland, who I’m sure are a fine people and spirachul people — but Cleveland ain’t ever gonna be Memphis.” His remarks were in response to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Foundation choosing Cleveland over Memphis for the future site of its museum. Though the foundation was won over by a $65 million pledge from the city of Cleveland, a commitment Memphis and Shelby County governments were not willing to make, Presley drew local criticism from frustrated fans and business leaders who felt he could have exerted more influence over the selection process.

In 1987, after a personal plea from actor Patrick Swayze, Presley recorded a duet single with Jennifer Warnes for the film Dirty Dancing. “(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” earned Presley his second #1 hit of the decade — in as many tries. Nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Song (but losing to “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” from Mannequin), Presley and Warnes performed their number at the Oscar ceremony. At the close of the show, host Chevy Chase signed off, saying, “Ladies and gentlemen: Elvis has left the building — with Bernardo Bertolucci’s Oscar. After him!”

Also in 1987, U2 came calling on Presley. On a tour to support The Joshua Tree album and to film their documentary Rattle & Hum, the Irish group enlisted the talents of Presley, B.B. King, and Bob Dylan, among others, as musical tour guides for their paean to American rock-and-roll. Presley had met Bono during the “Live Aid” campaign, and Elvis, now accustomed to the return to the spotlight, was happy to be on film showing U2 around Memphis.

Presley introduced the band to Sun Studios, but he turned down the opportunity to record with them there. Nevertheless, impressed by U2, he agreed in principle to work with them in the future. He didn’t have to wait long. The next year, Bono returned with a song he’d written for Presley: “All I Want Is You.” Presley recorded his part of a duet with Bono at Sun, and the song closed the soundtrack album Rattle & Hum later that year. The third single from the album, “All I Want Is You” also gave Presley a stake in another #1 hit.

Elvis wasn’t the only Presley claiming high-profile success. Ginger landed a semi-regular role on Knots Landing in 1985. But relocating part of the year to Los Angeles began to take a toll on their marriage. In 1987, Ginger accepted a role on L.A. Law, requiring her to spend more time in California than Mississippi. Presley refused to move to L.A. full-time, and Ginger refused to scale back the workload of her burgeoning career. Their relationship strained by a 2,000-mile forced separation, Ginger filed for divorce in April 1989. The couple shared custody of Jesse, who at 9 years old began to split time between his parents’ homes, as his half-sister Lisa Marie had done years before.

Still stinging from his second failed marriage, Presley would receive good news later that year: Lisa Marie wanted to move back to the Mid-South. Though Presley had not remained on good terms with Priscilla following her conversion to Scientology, he and his daughter remained close. With her homecoming, Lisa Marie would spark a joy and a desire for collaboration in her father that would bear fruit in years to come when Lisa Marie decided to follow in her father’s footsteps.

“Life in Four-Quarters Time”

Mountain Valley Spring Water and George Klein’s King Cadillac weren’t the only non-musical business ventures Presley embarked on in the mid-’80s. He also began a decades-long foray into the world of professional football.

Elvis Presley and Dolly Parton’s 1983 #1 hit single, ‘Islands in the Stream.’

A black belt in karate, Presley became identified with martial arts during that sport’s boom in the 1970s, but his first sporting love was always football. Presley was a season-ticket holder for the Memphis Grizzlies of the short-lived

World Football League, attending every home game during the 1975 season. He took a more active involvement in the sport in 1984, when he and Memphis cotton merchant William Dunavant purchased a franchise in the upstart United States Football League (USFL). The Memphis Showboats debuted at Liberty Bowl Stadium that June, but the era ended two years later with the dissolution of the USFL after the struggling league got an unfavorable ruling in a key court case against the dominant NFL. But Presley had gotten a taste for the sports business and wanted more.

In 1991, Presley joined Dunavant, Memphis-bred venture capitalist Paul Tudor Jones II, and Federal Express founder Fred Smith in a pursuit team for a proposed NFL expansion franchise, the Memphis Hound Dogs. Still stinging from public criticism for his lack of hands-on involvement in Memphis’ unsuccessful bid to land the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Presley took public lead of the NFL pursuit. In 1993, the NFL announced Memphis, Charlotte, Jacksonville, and Baltimore as finalists, eventually awarding teams to Charlotte and Memphis.

On September 9, 1995, the Memphis Hound Dogs debuted before a sold-out crowd in a refurbished Liberty Bowl, renamed Vernon Presley Memorial Stadium, losing to the Cleveland Browns 21-10. Presley performed his “American Trilogy” at halftime of the nationally televised game.

More than his musical triumphs or his return to movies, Presley cited the Hound Dogs as his proudest professional accomplishment during the latter decades of his life. “Football is the gift of the gods,” Presley said of the sport. “It’s like life in four-quarters time.”

Before kickoff of the first Memphis Hound Dogs home game at Vernon Presley Memorial Stadium, team mascot Fetch celebrates at nearby Libertyland.

A colorful and hands-on owner, Presley personally coaxed Jimmy Johnson, a Super Bowl-winning coach for the Dallas Cowboys, out of the TV studio to lead his beloved Hound Dogs. During home games, Presley was known to occasionally sketch plays from his old touch-football days and have them sent from his owner’s box to the sidelines, where Johnson would playfully crumble them up and discard them. “This one will score, if it goes,” Presley would typically scribble at the bottom of each play.

A massive success, the Hound Dogs continue to dominate the regional sports scene as the only major professional sports franchise in Tennessee, despite failing to match the success of their 1999 season, when they lost to the Los Angeles Lazers in Super Bowl XXXIV.

Even more than Presley’s concurrent residency at the Hilton Hotel & Casino Tunica, the Hound Dogs are credited with spurring Tunica’s rise as the country’s second-largest gaming and resort destination. The presence of the Hound Dogs also spurred a massive redevelopment of the Memphis Fairgrounds complex, first with the refurbished Vernon Presley Memorial Stadium, then with Elvis Presley Enterprises taking over the troubled Libertyland amusement park from the city of Memphis, converting it into Graceland Fairgrounds. Presley kicked off the grand reopening of the park in 1996 with a trip on his favorite ride, the Zippin Pippin roller coaster. Graceland Fairgrounds continues to flourish today.

The Nineties:
Viva Las Tunica

On several occasions following recovery from his 1977 overdose, Presley received overtures from Hilton Hotels to resume his residency at the company’s Las Vegas location. Wary of returning to a lifestyle that nearly cost him his life, Presley turned down Hilton repeatedly. But, in June 1990, the state legislature of Mississippi passed the Mississippi Gaming Control Act, allowing casinos to open along the Mississippi River. Hilton saw this as an opportunity to renew their relationship with Presley, opening Hilton Hotel & Casino Tunica, located less than 25 miles from Presley’s Circle G Ranch, and reaching an agreement with Presley for a residency at the casino’s 500-seat ballroom.

On most Friday and Saturday nights over the next several years, Presley held court at the Hilton, playing with a band culled from Memphis-area session and club musicians. His daughter, Lisa Marie, became a regular part of his show, opening with solo sets of her own material and then joining Presley as a back-up singer and duet partner, typically closing sets by taking the Dolly Parton verses on “Islands in the Stream.”

The tenor of Presley’s Tunica shows was far different from his Vegas residencies. Gone were the bejeweled jumpsuits, colorful scarves, and big-band set-up. Instead, Presley’s shows were a more modest run-through of his hits with occasional forays into the gospel music he always cherished, performed largely for audiences whose backgrounds were more similar to Presley’s own than his Vegas audiences had been.

Less than a year later, the troubled municipal amusement park was taken over by Elvis Presley Enterprises and renamed Graceland Fairgrounds. Presley, seated front, rides the Zippin Pippin to celebrate the reopening.

Growing comfortable with his Tunica gigs, which allowed him to continue his music career while remaining close to his Mississippi home and, later, the Hound Dogs, Presley declined other offers to record or perform outside the area for most of the decade. One exception was Presley’s participation on Frank Sinatra’s 1993 Duets album, in which the King and the Chairman traded verses on “My Way.” It was the first time the two vocal icons had worked together since the 1960 ABC television special Sinatra hosted to welcome Presley home from the Army.

In addition to his role with the Memphis Hound Dogs and his run of shows at the Hilton Tunica, the ’90s were notable for Presley because of a key, if unlikely, friendship he formed.

Presley first met Arkansas governor Bill Clinton after his purchase of Mountain Valley Spring Water in 1987. A big fan of Presley’s music, Clinton was anxious to meet the King, and the pair struck up an immediate friendship. When Clinton ran for president a few years later, Presley contributed money to the effort and made a few appearances at campaign rallies. After Clinton’s election in 1992, Presley performed at the first inaugural ball, playing “Heartbreak Hotel” as the newly elected president joined him on stage to play saxophone.

Over the years, Presley spent several nights at the White House, in the Lincoln Bedroom, and received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from Clinton in 1995.

The Final Years

By the late ’90s, Presley, on the wrong side of 60 and feeling the effects of his hard living decades earlier, seemed to be winding down his music career. His Tunica residency had become more sporadic, Lisa Marie had broken away from the show to pursue her own recording ambitions, and Presley seemed more interested in making appearances at Hound Dogs games than on the concert stage.

But in early 1998, renegade country star Dwight Yoakam sat in with Presley while in Tunica for one of his own concerts and tried to coax the King back into the studio. Though Presley had recorded occasionally over the past couple of decades, he hadn’t recorded a full album of new material since his 1977 drug overdose. Yoakam convinced Presley that a new album was a chance to reinvent himself musically in a way that he hadn’t since his fabled “’68 Comeback,” when Presley performed a stripped-down televised concert in full-body black leather then returned to Memphis for soulful sessions that yielded his classic “Suspicious Minds.”

Yoakam brought Presley to Nashville to record with his touring band. The album that emerged was a collection of bluesy roots-rock akin to Presley’s 1969 Memphis sessions. Titled, cheekily, ’98 Comeback, the album featured Presley covers of left-of-center country songs such as Lucinda Williams’ “I Just Wanted To See You So Bad” and Yoakam’s own “Guitars, Cadillacs.” The album proved too country for pop and rock radio and too rock for country radio, but it garnered appreciative reviews and sold well. It also convinced Presley — who still refused to tour — to keep experimenting, launching a fertile period in which he released three wildly different but equally successful albums in four years.

’98 Comeback was followed by 1999’s Magnolia, an atmospheric, portentous set produced in Oxford, Mississippi, by rock veteran Daniel Lanois (who had co-produced U2’s The Joshua Tree). On Magnolia, Presley interpreted familiar songs such as U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For,” Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game,” and, most surprisingly, British alt-rockers Radiohead’s “Creep.” The latter became a minor hit on modern-rock radio, though Presley later admitted to not really “getting” the song. Magnolia was nominated for an Album of the Year Grammy but lost to another comeback record from a veteran artist, Santana’s less risky Supernatural. The two-way race between retirement-age artists prompted Grammy critics to refer to the broadcast as the “Grannies.”

Next, Presley returned to Memphis, recording locally at Ardent Studios for Blue, a soul album in which he was backed by legendary Stax Records house band Booker T. & the MGs, with guitarist Steve Cropper and organist Booker T. Jones producing. The album’s lead single and signature song was a cover of Bill Withers’ 1971 soul hit “Ain’t No Sunshine.”

In the midst of this late-career resurgence, Presley’s other passion hit a peak as well, as his Memphis Hound Dogs reached Super Bowl XXXIV on January 30, 2000, at Atlanta’s Georgia Dome. In a game that signaled an era of changes for the NFL, the Hound Dogs squared off against another new-look franchise, the Los Angeles Lazers, the former Houston Oilers, who had relocated to California in 1997. The Hounds Dogs lost the game 24-23 as Lazers wide receiver Kevin Dyson lunged just across the end zone as time expired, pulling the Lazers to within 23-22. With no time remaining on the clock, the Lazers went for the two-point conversion and the win, quarterback Steve McNair running a bootleg play across the goal line for the 24-23 win in perhaps the most exciting Super Bowl ever. It was a bittersweet day for Presley, who sang the national anthem to open the game.

This period of activity was punctured in the spring of 2001 when, a month before the release of Blue, Presley suffered a massive heart attack. Though he recovered from this second brush with death, Presley shut down all plans to help promote his new record and retired again to the Circle G. He was 66.

In 1995, Presley received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from longtime fan and personal friend President Bill Clinton.

When Presley finally re-emerged a year-and-a-half later, it wasn’t music that brought him back, but the movies. Presley hadn’t acted in more than 30 years, last appearing opposite Mary Tyler Moore in 1969’s Change of Habit. Presley blamed the culture of the movie world for much of his substance abuse problems earlier in his career and had often derided the left-coast entertainment industry as “Hollyweird.” But director Quentin Tarantino, whom Presley knew as an occasional customer at King Cadillac, talked Presley back onto a movie set with a part written expressly for him: Bill, a mysterious leader of a group of assassins who is targeted for revenge by an employee/lover whom he attempted to have killed. A charming, aging martial-arts expert, the character Bill tapped into both Presley’s karate background and his status as an icon of cool. Though the movie, an action epic, was called Kill Bill, the character Bill was close to a cameo, with meager but crucial screen time that wouldn’t put too much strain on a sexagenarian still recovering from major heart surgery.

While Elvis was enjoying his return to the big screen, another Presley was staking out an acting career. After growing up around the Hollywood entertainment industry during his mother’s stints on Knots Landing and L.A. Law, Jesse got his big break in 2003, landing the role of Ryan Atwood, a good-hearted kid from the wrong side of the tracks, on Fox network’s teen drama The O.C.

For the next couple of years, Presley’s public appearances were few. He delivered a eulogy at a memorial service for his Sun Records mentor Sam Phillips at Memphis’ Cannon Center for the Performing Arts in July 2003. The next summer, he deemed himself unable to perform at a 50th Anniversary of Rock and Roll concert at Vernon Presley Memorial Stadium. The concert, held largely in honor of Presley’s own enormous contribution to American pop music, was broadcast live on HBO, and, though Presley didn’t perform a set on his own, he was coaxed to the stage during the finale, joining longtime admirer Bruce Springsteen, old acquaintance Bono, and emerging hometown star Justin Timberlake for a medley of the King’s hits.

After the concert, Timberlake and Bono pitched Presley on the idea of doing his own duets album, akin to the Frank Sinatra Duets album Presley had participated in a decade prior. Presley agreed. The album, The King’s Court, was recorded during a series of sessions at Memphis’ Ardent Studios, with Timberlake and Bono performing and producing. Among the participants were Springsteen, Christina Aguilera, Sheryl Crow, and Rob Thomas.

Forget Me Never

One of Presley’s greatest legacies was his work with charities. He established the Elvis Presley Charitable Foundation, setting up music programs and scholarships for inner-city youth and working with Metropolitan Inter-Faith Association in Memphis to create and manage Presley Place, a development of transitional housing for the homeless. Following Hurricane Katrina in August 2005, Presley directed massive shipments of Mountain Valley Spring Water to New Orleans and the Gulf Coast to help with recovery efforts. In October 2005, Presley organized a benefit show at the DeSoto Civic Center in Southaven, Mississippi, with other first-generation rock stars, including Little Richard, Bo Diddley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry, and Fats Domino, himself a Katrina victim. Presley also became involved in Music Rising, a Katrina-affected-musicians charity.

In a part written specifically for him, Presley returned to the big screen as the title character in Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill. ‘Bill’ was the first of Presley’s roles to reference his martial-arts background. Presley hadn’t starred in a film since 1969’s Change of Habit.

In recent years, Elvis had renewed frustrations with the influence of Hollywood on his family. His son Jesse got kicked off The O.C. after two seasons due to drug problems and stayed on tabloid covers when he co-starred in the fifth season of the VH1 celebrity reality series The Surreal Life.

Nevertheless, at the time of his death, Presley had two film projects in the works. He had signed on to return to the silver screen with a cameo as Daddy Lynn, the estranged father of the title character in Memphis director Craig Brewer’s upcoming country-music-themed film Maggie Lynn. Presley was also involved in the long-gestating film biopic of his life, tentatively titled Burning Love and scheduled to begin filming in Memphis in 2008.

Elvis Presley is survived by daughter Lisa Marie and son Jesse Vernon. He will be laid to rest next to his parents in Horn Lake, Mississippi, on Friday, August 10th.

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Four More Years?

We have seen the field. That is the hard, inescapable fact of last week’s filing deadline. The next mayor of Memphis will almost certainly be one of three contenders — two of whom are familiar properties: the proud (some say reckless, some say haughty) incumbent Willie Herenton, and the determinedly independent (some say foolishly stubborn) City Council member Carol Chumney. A third candidate, former NAACP official and MLGW head Herman Morris, has yet to make his profile clear, and that is perhaps his major problem.

Oh, there is yet a fourth candidate, former Shelby County Commissioner John Willingham, who is well enough known. Respected, even beloved, by some for his densely detailed plans to fix virtually everything and regarded as an eccentric by a perhaps greater number, Willingham constitutes a relatively distant second tier all by himself.

And after him, among the 12 other candidates who qualified by the July 19th filing deadline, there is naught but anonymity, lacking as of now even Robert “Prince Mongo” Hodges, the barefoot denizen of the Planet Zambodia and the numbing punchline to an old joke which, for some time now, has been told only by himself to himself.

A perennial, Mongo filed his papers correctly but was disqualified for one more run because of unpaid fines relating to state election requirements. The now officially irrelevant Mongo did have one moment of historical importance, shaking loose a few hundred frivolous protest votes that likely would otherwise have gone to then-incumbent mayor Dick Hackett in 1991 and thereby making possible the victory, by a margin of 142 votes, of former Memphis City Schools schools superintendent Herenton as the city’s first elected black mayor.

If not for that, Mongo would have been no more consequential than a candidate who remains on the ballot — Bill (formerly Willie) Jacox, the perennial’s perennial, who disappeared from Shelby County ballots for a decade, as did his crude self-advertising handbills that used to litter telephone poles throughout the city, but who is back this year. Two other candidates — bus driver Carlos Boyland and businessman Randy Cagle — were so obscure that, when they tried to launch early candidacies at the Election Commission’s downtown office in 1996, they were erroneously given petitions to run for county mayor that year.

Cagle made something of a fuss at a recent neighborhood forum in southeast Memphis when he accused the media of downplaying his prospects and keeping him, and others like him, out of the charmed ranks of acknowledged contenders.

It doesn’t work like that, of course. Though here and there over the years an effort has been made to logroll somebody into or out of prominence, the media don’t make or break anybody. They — we — are still merely chroniclers of moods and momentums that stir of themselves, or, as in the case of Shelby County mayor A C Wharton, the reluctant warrior who last week finally and firmly squelched insistent draft efforts by a multitude of well-known and unknown courtiers desperate for a change at the city’s helm, are put into motion by specific forces in the community itself.

Now, as always before and (one hopes) forever, ours is a representative system. That, for better and for worse, is the root fact.

Who, then, do the major players represent? Here is a capsule of sorts:

Mayor Willie Herenton: By his own testimony, the incumbent mayor is still the man who, as he told an almost hysterically happy, cheering crowd of mainly African-American citizens at The Peabody on an October night in 1991, was “willed” by them into power and prominence as the culmination of historical justice and inevitability, whose accession to power was attended, at the last rally and at the first post-victory celebration, by no less a figure than Jesse Jackson, the civil rights avatar who had been on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel in 1968 with the slain martyr Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

One of the ironies of this mayor’s career is that he could not have represented outcasts from power and passions so long denied had he not, just prior to his ascension, been suddenly cast into disrepute with a civic establishment that had once embraced him and appointed him to its major power boards. Forced from his perch as head of the Memphis schools system by a sexual scandal (the late 1980s were post-Gary Hart and pre-Clinton times) and by alleged administrative irregularities, Herenton became a martyr for that moment of change.

Justin Fox Burks

The mayor, an able and commanding figure and (as he never tired of reminding people) a once-undefeated Golden Gloves champion, won three subsequent elections on the strength of his personal dominance and visible successes — mainly in civic (read: downtown) reconstruction and a record of (apparent) fiscal solvency. But his fourth term, which began with a thunderous denunciation of his City Council and a heady claim of divine sponsorship, proceeded into financial difficulties, an era of resurgent crime, and all-too-mortal wrangles with disbelievers, who included both council members and those members of a disaffected population who were challenged by Herenton to “leave” if they didn’t like how he did things in his dominion.

As it happens, the number so aggrieved has risen to the point, among blacks as well as among whites, that the mayor actually ran second (to Chumney) in the first set of polls conducted in this electoral season. Hence his reaching again for the martyr’s mantle and African-American solidarity, as in the now famous press conference of mid-June when he accused various disloyal “snakes,” in concert with a vengeful power establishment, of scheming to overthrow him with — shades of those late 1980s — a sexual-blackmail plot.

But as the Rev. Bill Adkins, a major ally in Herenton’s campaign of 1991 and co-founder of the ill-fated “Draft A C” movement, observed last week, “He really hasn’t done what he promised to do for black people. The truth is, on matters like minority contracting, he’s not even been as good as Dick Hackett was!”

Outlook: Though favored at the moment by prognosticators looking down track, Herenton fared no better than even with Chumney in the last major Wharton-less poll, taken the week before last for The Commercial Appeal by Ethridge and Associates. The mayor still has much to prove, even to his presumed hard-core base in the black community.

Carol Chumney: A maverick’s maverick, first-termer Chumney is, hands down, the most unpopular City Council member among her colleagues in city government, both on and off the council. More than once, she has put on the table a motion for an action or cause with more than plausible rationale, only to look in vain for a second. The most recent and telling case of this came back in April, when Chumney proposed a resolution asking Mayor Herenton to reverse course and accept the proferred resignation — initially rejected by the mayor — of the then beleaguered MLGW president Joseph Lee.

As so often before, Chumney’s motion failed for lack of a second. Accused by colleague Joe Brown of trying to advance her political chances and by member Brent Taylor of procedural irregularity, Chumney responded indignantly, “If I’m out of order, so be it!” A subsequent resolution by councilman Jack Sammons asking Lee to resign encountered racial-bloc voting and failed of approval by a single vote – Chumney’s. She had declined to vote for it on the technically correct ground that Lee had already tried to resign — or at least gone through the motions of doing so.

When Lee’s dormant resignation finally was accepted, on the heels of his misguided (and apparently misinformed) blackmail threat against an MLGW board member, the suddenly ubiquitous Nick Clark, Chumney claimed vindication. But the consensus among many neutral observers was that she had lost face — not just by virtue of her colleagues’ rejection but because she had appeared too unyielding and unwilling to consider compromise, that mother’s milk of consensus politics.

It is, of course, her very intransigence that has accounted for Chumney’s surprisingly high standing in the polls and for the fact that the former Democratic state representative from Midtown draws cheers when she appears before government-bashing conservative groups anywhere in the city.

If Herenton has cast himself as the symbol of a long-suffering race, Chumney has succeeded in becoming the Joan of Arc of the disaffected. Moreover, she has genuine reformer’s credentials, having played a leading role in exposing and correcting child-care abuses while a member of the state House and, as a council member, taking damn-the-torpedoes positions against questionable, if long-accepted, practices in city government. A case in point was the now-vanished arrangement whereby only 12 years of city service entitled one to a comfortable lifetime pension.

Chumney can also take credit for go-it-alone probes that in the last year or two turned up evidence of the city’s fluctuating credit rating and its tenuous budgetary predicament.

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Mayoral candidate Carol Chumney: Joan of Arc of the disaffected?

Outlook: Though boosted by a grass-roots network of sorts and by recent trends that arguably favor female candidates, all other factors being equal, Chumney seems doomed to run a cash-poor campaign, and though her unquestioned ability to garner free media will help her in that regard, her long-range prospects among black voters remain a mystery, while at the same time she has real competition for the city’s white vote.

Herman Morris: Once a star scholar and athlete and, in his adult years, a man of considerable professional attainment, this up-from-humble-origins success story has found himself cast all too often as a contemporary member of what used to be called “the black bourgeoisie.” This is despite a long early history of legal and political activism on behalf of civil rights causes and candidates.

Morris’ reputation in the public mind is largely fixed from his seven years’ service as president of MLGW, an important (and, these days, crucial) administrative venue that depends disproportionately on behind-the-scenes activity, even more so than other appointed positions of less obvious public urgency. Even in moments of crisis — like the “Hurricane Elvis” windstorm of 2003 — it is elected officials, notably the mayor, who bear the brunt of public attention.

Until this year, when he followed through on a long-nursed ambition to run for mayor — at least partly, many think, to atone for what he regarded as ill treatment by Herenton — Morris was mainly known for the falling-out with Herenton that led to his ouster from MLGW in late 2003 or for the supposed “golden parachute” that, perhaps unfairly, he was considered to have left with or perhaps even for his championing of utility investments, including the now-controversial Memphis Networx, a public/private fiber-optic venture that is popularly believed to have been a financial bust and is on the verge of being abandoned, at a fire-sale price, to a private financial concern.

Morris is the kind of public figure who requires careful scrutiny to properly “get” him, and the same is apparently true of Networx, which, in February of this year, long before the taxpayer-funded investment became an issue, newly announced mayoral candidate Morris made a point of publicly touting. Indeed, in an age in which Memphis is encumbered by a “connectedness” gap (see Editorial, p. 16), Networx might, as the Flyer‘s Chris Davis has suggested in a series of articles, have been the foundation of a viable public utility in its own right.

If Morris is to succeed in the politics of this year, however, he has to stake out some basis for popular appeal. He is funded well. This month’s disclosures showed him well into the six figures — though still considerably below the half-million dollars and up that Herenton has in cash on hand. Morris’ voter support, too, has so far depended largely on affluent sectors of the community and on Republican sources as much as on Democratic ones.

With that need in mind, we may be treated to further quirky moves like Morris’ recent demand that other candidates join him in having drug tests — a patent play to so far wholly unsubstantiated rumors concerning the incumbent mayor.

Outlook: With his mixture of black and white support, based disproportionately in the middle class, Morris may well turn out to be the default anti-Herenton candidate, but his long-term prospects depend on further progress in what has been a slow evolution from his naturally reserved private persona into the kind of glad-handing bonhomie type that a mayoral race requires.

John Willingham: What can we say that we have not said many times already about this gallant and largely misunderstood public figure, to whose gadfly-like prodding of the governmental structure the public owes much — not only in the realm of exposing abuse (à la the now-notorious FedExForum deal, private garage and all) but in the determined venting of alternate public courses, like Willingham’s various proposals for serious tax overhaul?

Willingham has a reputation in too many quarters as a crank, though he overcame it big-time with his upset victory in 2002 over an establishment pillar, the late Morris Fair, to become a member of the Shelby County Commission. That triumph was owing to Willingham’s becoming a channel for massive discontent over the way public funds were used, sans public consent, to bait the Grizzlies into relocating to Memphis.

Forced into an ill-advised race against Shelby County mayor Wharton in 2006 by his correct perception that too many forces, financial and otherwise, were committed to defeating his bid for reelection to the commission, Willingham is once more a private citizen, and, unfortunately for his electoral prospects, even many of his veteran well-wishers have written off his chances, casting their lot with other candidates. His devoted but long-suffering wife Marge has made no secret of her wish that her husband would cease and desist from his flirtations with public office, especially now that his chances seem so slim.

But he is still there, for one more Revere-like ride, it would seem, passing out pamphlets showing he still has an ambitious eye for redesigning the public sphere (most recently to convert the much-pondered-over Fairgrounds into an Olympic Village).

Outlook: The ex-Nixon administration aide, multi-patented inventor and engineer, and well-known barbecue maven is the longest of long shots, eminently more qualified than, say, the unlamented Mongo, but in most quarters given no greater potential for success than the Zambodian would have had. Indeed, some longtime friends wonder if Willingham isn’t taking votes away from the other potentially viable challengers.

Whoever is destined to be mayor of Memphis after October 4th is guaranteed to be dealing with a City Council with a majority of newly elected members. That outcome was foreshadowed by accelerated attrition and by the wave of indictments for public corruption that swept aside two veterans, and it was made certain when council mainstays Tom Marshall and Jack Sammons, both of whom apparently considered mayoral runs themselves, opted out of reelection races just before filing deadline.

That means that such front-burner issues as what to do with the Fairgrounds (a legislatively vetted proposal from developer Henry Turley awaits possible implementation), whether or not to seek functional merger of the city police with the Sheriff’s Department, and how finally to dispose of the ghost facility known as the Pyramid (tomb of a previous governmental generation’s civic imagining) will all come under the purview of fresh eyes and — we are entitled to hope — fresh perspectives.

This new council and the newly elected (or reelected) mayor will also have the advantage and the challenge of dealing with recommendations for change by the Charter Commission that was elected last year and has dutifully and quietly gone about what could turn out to be momentous labors.

In any case, a new team will be taking the field, and the game of Memphis city government will almost surely take new and unexpected turns, no matter who the manager of record turns out to be.

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Weapons of Mass Distribution

Recently in Nashville, Tennessee Department of Transportation (TDOT) workers spent a day picking bits of once-frozen TV dinners off Interstate 440 after a tractor-trailer flipped over a guardrail.

The driver, Peter Wayne Meadows of Okolona, Mississippi, lost control of his vehicle while trying to maneuver a curve. Fortunately for other drivers, and TDOT workers, Meadows was hauling frozen dinners instead of hazardous waste.

As of July, the U.S. Army has shipped 103 truckloads of neutralized nerve agent VX on I-40 through Memphis. The chemical, currently stockpiled in Newport, Indiana, is being shipped to Port Arthur, Texas, for incineration.

It’s the possibility of a wreck that has members of the Kentucky-based Chemical Weapons Working Group (CWWG) and the national Sierra Club worried.

“Nobody knows what happens if you get [the neutralized VX nerve agent] on your skin,” says Elizabeth Crowe of the CWWG, an environmental action group promoting safe elimination of chemical weapons. “If you get a pinpoint amount of [straight] VX on your skin, it is enough to kill you.”

The CWWG and Sierra Club are seeking a preliminary injunction to stop the shipments. A federal judge in Indianapolis heard arguments last week and is expected to make a decision this week. The Army has voluntarily ceased shipments until that decision.

Army spokesperson Greg Mahall says they plan to ship a total of 450 truckloads of neutralized VX by December 2009 but that the chemical is a caustic solution that’s no more harmful than a truckload of “Drano or other drain cleaner.”

“Essentially,” Mahall says, “if you’re exposed to a nerve agent, it shuts down your central nervous system and results in death.”

Though Mahall says the shipments are neutralized, depositions by managers at the Newport Chemical Depot suggest otherwise. In documents presented to the court last week, the managers said samples from tanker spillage showed concentrations of the VX nerve agent in the neutralized byproduct.

“If something were to happen and that nerve agent were to get out of its container, we would have a huge disaster,” says Rita Harris, environmental justice coordinator for the local Sierra Club. “It really shouldn’t be coming … through the center of town. It’s scary because there are so many different accidents that could happen.”

Jeremy Heidt of the Tennessee Emergency Management Agency says they are in constant contact with the drivers as they approach the state border.

“We would stop them in Missouri before they cross over the border if they were to arrive in Memphis during rush hour,” says Heidt.

Local first responders are also notified as the shipments come through.

But the CWWG and Sierra Club would rather the Army dispose of the chemicals on-site in Indiana.

“It wasn’t ever a good idea to ship this waste off-site,” says Crowe. “Now that we know there’s actually more VX nerve agent within the [neutralized chemical], that makes it an even worse idea.”

The Army claims VX was never used in any American war, but there is some suspicion that Iraq used the chemical against Iran in 1988.

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Virtual Raiford’s Hollywood!

Hey, the weekend’s here! Time to head out for happy hour! A little later, we’ll all head on down to Memphis’ favorite disco — Raiford’s Hollywood.

What’s that, you say? Raiford’s is closed? Well, yeah. But hey, that doesn’t mean you can’t take a trip back in time at the new Raiford’s Myspace site.

From the first chords of Prince’s, um, “P Control,” you are back in da house that Raiford built. Sipping those $6 40-oz’s. Dancin’ like a white boy. Actin’ the fool, etc. Drink, rinse, repeat. Almost.

All we can say is, bring it back, Robert. Memphis is not the same without you. (And shouldn’t we be naming a street after this guy, or something?)

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Summer in the City

Point/Counterpoint Justin Fox Burks

The best things in life are all about juxtaposition. Chocolate is sweet yet slightly salty. Roller coasters are scary but safe. Contrast is interesting; it’s exciting. Think fusion restaurants, tanlines, baked Alaska, point/counterpoints …

I admit, taken alone, summer days aren’t anymore interesting or enjoyable than a day trapped in a sauna. But combined with a few simple pleasures, summer days can be the best time of the year.

The same ice cream that is okay in the winter and good in the spring tastes heavenly at the height of summer. A waffle cone stuffed with a double scoop of Rocky Road is a good way to cool your core temperature from the inside out (and part of the fun is savoring every single bite before it can melt into a soupy mess).

During other times of the year, frozen juice on a stick is uninspiring. Add a summer day, a truck with a bell, and an aging hippie, and that same popsicle has the pull of the Pied Piper.

Summer days don’t just make food better. That polluted pond you wouldn’t touch during April or May? Try to stay out of it in July.

When sweat is dripping down your nose and your skin is reddening like a tomato on the vine, nothing is more refreshing than a cannonball into a cool body of water. Summer days lure you into swimming in a lake, wading in a river, floating in a pool, or jumping waves in an ocean.

You might feel self-conscious in your bathing suit or you might not like the feel of sand squishing in between your toes, but once you’re in the water, you won’t regret it.

Summer days give people an excuse to indulge. Maybe it’s the shared cultural memory of summer freedom; maybe it’s just too hot to do anything except what makes you cooler, but summer days mean doing what feels good.

Looking for a way to beat the heat? Take in a mindless summer blockbuster. Not only do you get to sit on your butt for two hours while your favorite action heroes save the world from aliens or hunt for buried treasure — talk about contrast — movie theaters seem to crank up the air conditioning 11 months out of the year.

The degree change is palpable as you walk toward the ticket booth. Once inside, you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s nice and cool and dark.

And just about the time you start getting chill bumps and begin cursing your shorts, the movie ends. You walk back outside. The temperature that was once muggy and oppressive feels warm and cozy. (Your sunglasses have fogged up, but that’s another story.)

Water-gun fights, sprinklers, washing the car, blowing soap bubbles … none of these things are any good without summer days.

They might be hot, but they’re all about staying cool.

Summer days in Memphis have their charms — if you like sweat, car seats that burn your thighs, and the back of your neck gettin’ dirt and gritty.

I don’t like those things. So there’s little doubt in my mind that summer in this city is much better in the nighttime.

Sure, I could list the obvious Memphis nightlife charms — a cold beer on Beale, listening to James Govan bring the Stax sound back to life at Rum Boogie; downtown rooftop parties; relaxing on Tsunami’s tiny patio, watching the Cooper-Young hipsters walk by — but Memphis’ true summer charms are often more subtle, more hidden away.

By day, your friend’s pool is a simple refuge from the summer broil. You get hot; you jump in. Rinse, repeat, ad nauseum — and watch out for that 6-year-old with the giant water pistol. At night, that same pool becomes an urban oasis — dark, secluded, and just perfect for coping with heat and humidity that feel like you’re wrapped in a steamy Turkish towel.

You sip your icy drink. You chat with your friends. Occasionally, you slide into the inky pool and let the cool water embrace you. Perhaps you sit on a step; perhaps you swim a leisurely lap; perhaps you even take your cocktail with you. You’re not hot anymore. You’re cool. Real cool.

Nighttime in Memphis has other charms. Walking the streets of Midtown in the evening, the aroma of fragrant jasmine flowers lingers along every garden wall. Fellow strollers greet you with a smile on their non-perspiring faces. Porches are filled with conversation. You can see inside the warmly lit homes and check out people’s artwork. (Why do you think voyeurs work at night?)

And there is enough light left in a Memphis summer day to play nine holes after work without risking heatstroke. A golf course, any golf course, looks better in evening light. Your score will be better, too, if there’s no sweat dripping on the ball as you putt.

Or you can head to your favorite fishing hole (and I have many) at 7 p.m. and fish under the moon ’til midnight. You can sit on the bank and listen to the bullfrogs and whip-poor-wills sing if the fish aren’t biting. (Mosquito repellent is a must.)

You can go to a Redbirds game and savor the smells and sounds of America’s pastime under the lights. You can sit on the cool grass in deep left field, even if the game goes extra innings. I defy you to sit in a bleacher seat on an August afternoon for more than 20 minutes. Baseball, like almost everything else in Memphis, is simply better at night.

In closing, I must quote the great philosopher Olivia Newton-John, who screeched these immortal words (along with John Travolta) in Grease: “Oh, those summer ni-i-i-i-i-i-ights.”

Sorry, for putting that in your head, but all’s fair in point/counterpoint debates.

New reads on rock.

If summer sounds good, make it sound better with some good reading on rock. To start, start big: The Mammoth Book of Sex, Drugs & Rock N Roll (Carroll & Graf), an anthology of rock reporting edited by Jim Driver and drawn from the pages of magazines such as Cream, Melody Maker, New Musical Express, Rolling Stone, and Time Out. You know the territory. The topics come with the territory: “Bands, Booze & Broads,” according to the title of one piece here; “Wine, Women and Song” according to another; and “Blurred Vision,” according to a third. Congratulations, though, to two prize entries with two winning headlines: “Fifty Tabs a Day Turned This Man into a Tree (nearly),” on acid-guitar virtuoso Frank Marino, and “All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth,” on foul-mouthed Pogues frontman Shane MacGowan, who stands by his mates and his fans: “Our audiences drink a lot and I feel we owe it to them to stay drunk.” Roight!

It was 40 years ago today when the act you’ve known for all these years, the Beatles, released Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, and to mark the occasion, British music writer Clinton Heylin has produced The Act Youve Known for All These Years: A Year in the Life of Sgt. Pepper and Friends (Canongate), a detailed report on the creation of and reaction to the Fab Four’s history-making album. Pair it with Kenneth Womack’s Long and Winding Roads: The Evolving Artistry of the Beatles (Continuum), then turn Stateside to see Inside the Music of Brian Wilson: The Songs, Sounds, and Influences of the Beach Boys Founding Genius (Continuum) by musicologist Philip Lambert. “Inside the music” is right, because Lambert gets down — right down to the key changes, chord progressions, and lyrical variations in Wilson’s work. You think that most summery of songs, “Surfer Girl,” is a simple tune? Wrong. You think “Good Vibrations” is complicated as hell? Right.

Right or wrong, you love hip-hop. You hate hip-hop. So do writers and editors Kenji Jasper and Ytasha Womack in Beats Rhymes & Life: What We Love and Hate About Hip-Hop (Harlem Moon/Broadway Books), a collection of essays and interviews with the likes of Nelly, Ludacris, Scarface, Ice-T, and Mos Def. Fan or no fan, it’s enough to make the blood boil: early hip-hop, as argued here, was a reflection of political and social realities, a means of honest expression, versus contemporary hip-hop: a cash cow for corporate profits. Conclusion: It’s the American way.

It’s not the way of the Fleshtones in Sweat: The Story of the Fleshtones, Americas Garage Band (Continuum), by Joe Bonomo, who chronicles, as the publisher’s press release terms it, “the soul sucking pressure of the status quo” (new-wave division). In the case of the Fleshtones, that translates into 30 years of uninterrupted touring, of one time sharing practice space with the Cramps, of one time sharing stages with James Brown and Chuck Berry, and of sticking it out after the East Village scene that spawned the group went the way of all flesh: big bucks.

No telling who first penned the music and lyrics to “The House of the Rising Sun,” but it sure wasn’t the Animals, who made it famous in the mid-’60s, or Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Lead Belly, or Bob Dylan, who covered it. Maybe you can trace the song to Georgia Turner? Alan Lomax did. In 1937, he recorded the 16-year-old in Kentucky singing it. Maybe you can trace it to Homer Callahan? Ted Anthony does in Chasing the Rising Sun: The Journey of an American Song (Simon & Schuster), and to hear Anthony tell it, Callahan learned of the ruin of many a poor boy during corn-shucking season in the Appalachians. That’s a far cry from today, when the ruin of this song is sealed: as a cell-phone ring tone, as a popular item in Chinese karaoke bars, and as the soundtrack for Gatorade ads.

But for the record: The summer belongs to Strummer, in the most anticipated rock book of the season, Redemption Song: The Ballad of Joe Strummer (Farrar Straus and Giroux) by Chris Salewicz. See the Flyer‘s upcoming literary supplement for a review. In the meantime and for a break from books, cue it and crank it: Verbena’s “Hot Blood.”

Class Acts

It may only happen about three times in your life: that ooey-gooey feeling of being temporarily ill-defined. A new

retiree might feel it, or a college graduate not yet entered into a career. It also describes the thousands of Class of 2007 students across the Mid-South.

“It feels weird,” says Lindsey Johnson, two-and-a-half weeks out of White Station High School, where she had been voted “Most School Spirited.” “I feel a lot older. It kind of hasn’t hit me yet.

“A friend of mine said the other day, ‘When we go to school in the fall,’ and the thought that popped in my head was, high school, like I’d be back at White Station. But I’m not even going to be in the city.” Johnson is off to the University of Tennessee at Knoxville.

Ashley Brooks is also just a few weeks out of high school — Harding Academy. She’s headed to Middle Tennessee State University next. “It’s awesome,” Brooks says about being out, “because I know I don’t have to go back and deal with all the high school stuff. But at the same time, it’s kind of scary knowing that I’m going to go into the real world.

“I feel like I’ve been [in high school] forever, and so I’m finally going, you know, away from the parents. I get to meet new people. It’s kind of overwhelming, though, thinking about it. Time’s ticking down: This summer’s going by a lot faster than I thought it would.”

What are high school graduates doing this summer? Johnson is working to save up for college (and maybe a sorority), and Brooks is in the job market too, but mostly they’re both logging hours with their friends.

Johnson says, “We hang out at people’s houses, go out to dinner. Sometimes we’ll all go see a movie or something. We have a little hot-wing place [Ching’s] on Getwell that we go to.”

Photo Courtesy of Lindsey Johnson

Catherine Taylor and BFF Lindsey Johnson

Brooks’ best friend is going to Baylor, “13 hours away,” as she describes it, painfully. “We’re trying to hang out as much as possible this summer. … But I told her, ‘You cannot get a new best friend. It’s not going to work.'”

“I’m definitely ready for a new city,” Johnson says on her decision to go to school away from home. “Oh yeah, gotta get out of this one.” She laughs. Why does she say that? “Willie Herenton! [laughs again] And I just want to get away from my parents too. I want to do something on my own.”

Brooks herself is looking for a change of scenery. Her graduating class numbered 80. “It was [hard to be myself]. People knew you way too much. They always know everything about you, and it’s really annoying, like you can’t keep secrets because there’s a big rumor mill.” But for Brooks, here’s the kicker: “I loved high school. During the years I was like, Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to graduate. But looking back, that was the best time of my life. I loved it.”

What’s taking place this summer is a coming-of-age rite that’s been occurring annually since time immemorial — at least since the 1950s. But it’s a brand-new experience for the class of ’07.

“One of my really good friends got a full scholarship to Furman, and he’s already left,” Johnson says. “We’ve had a class together every year since the 7th grade, and it’s really weird. I don’t want to not go to school with him, and I feel that way about a lot of other people too. It’s just strange.”

Brooks says, “It’s going to be hard, I already know. … One class I’m taking, there’s 175 people in my class, that’s going to be so weird for me coming from, you know, a class of 12 to a class of that size.”

Not that the Class of ’07 doesn’t have some advantages older generations didn’t. Johnson and Brooks agree: Geography-negating Facebook and text messaging looks to be a predominant form of communication with old friends.

And the future? If this experience has taught them anything, it’s that things do come to an end and that times do change. In a way, the future is already past. Brooks says, “College to me is one of those things that, once you do it and you’re done with it, you look back and are like, wow, I accomplished something huge.”

A Summer Concert Preview Photo Courtesy of Lindsey Johnson

Lindsey Johnson and Catherine Taylor

The Biggies

The last time the White Stripes performed in the Memphis area was September 10, 2001, at Earnestine & Hazel’s on South Main. If it seems odd now that one of the world’s biggest rock bands played a tiny downtown bar not generally known for its live music only a few years ago, well it was odd at the time too. The blues-fueled indie-rock duo of Jack and Meg White hadn’t quite crossed over at the time, but they were awful close. Even then, it was as odd a combination of band and venue as one could remember.

Nearly six years later, the duo’s return to the Mid-South highlights a diverse, active summer concert season. The White Stripes recorded their 2001 breakout album, White Blood Cells, in

Memphis, at Easley-McCain Recording, and Jack White has been back many times mixing various projects (the White Stripes’ Get Behind Me Satan, his side band the Raconteurs’ Broken Boy Soldiers, and the White-produced Loretta Lynn album Van Lear Rose). But, in support of their new album Icky Thump, the band will give its first post-stardom Mid-South performance on July 31st, at the newly refurbished Snowden Grove Amphitheatre in Southaven.

The White Stripes aren’t the only high-profile act in town this summer that’s managed to blend art and commerce. Hometown boy Justin Timberlake will give his first Memphis concert since August 2006 when he plays FedExForum August 6th. Last year, Timberlake played the New Daisy in a sneak-preview showcase of music from his then-forthcoming album Future Sex/Love Sounds. A year later, Timberlake returns riding a stadium show in support of what has become the biggest pop album of the past year. Punk-poppers Good Charlotte open.

If Timberlake has a rival as the biggest pop/R&B performer in the land, then its Beyoncé, who has dominated the airwaves for much of the past year with ecstatic hits such as “Check On It,” “Ring the Alarm,” and “Irreplaceable.” Beyoncé hits FedExForum July 7th.

And the controversial Crunk Fest concert moves up to FedExForum for its 5th anniversary show July 21st. At press time, the lineup was scheduled to include New Orleans rapper Lil’ Wayne, St. Louis’ Jibbs, and locals Yo Gotti and Eightball & MJG, among others.

Legends

Four of the true living giants of American music will make area appearances in July and August. Though he lives in Memphis, soul legend Al Green rarely performs here. That changes July 21st, when Green is scheduled to play the Live at the Garden series at the Memphis Botanic Garden. Now 61, Green has retained one of the greatest voices in any realm of pop music, as witnessed by recent recorded-in-Memphis comeback albums I Can’t Stop and Everything’s O.K. This summer, Memphis fans will get to hear it live in concert.

A week after Green — almost certainly our greatest living male soul singer — performs, the greatest living female country singer sets down in Tunica, as Loretta Lynn plays the Grand Casino July 28th.

In August, the hard-touring Willie Nelson returns to the area to play the Mud Island Amphitheatre — his first concert within the city since pairing with Bob Dylan at AutoZone Park a few years ago. Finally, while former Beale Street blues boy B.B. King makes annual appearances at his namesake club downtown, he’ll play a bigger venue this summer when he performs at the Horseshoe Casino August 25th.

Country & Roots

Country and roots-music fans of all stripes have plenty to look forward to this summer. Mainstream country fans can catch heartthrob Keith Urban and folk-pop openers the Wreckers at FedExForum June 29th, as well as towering CMT fave Trace Adkins — with opener Tracy Lawrence — at the Snowden Grove Amphitheatre July 6th. Those who like their Nashville cats to sound a bit more traditional can catch Marty Stuart at the Bartlett Performing Arts Center August 16th.

Alt-country and roots-rock fans can get an early start on the summer this week as a couple of ace ex-Memphian singer-songwriters — Todd Snider and Cory Branan — team up June 21st at the Gibson Music Showcase. But the biggest local show in this corner of the musical world will likely occur July 12th, when alt-country cult-fave Ryan Adams plays the Germantown Performing Arts Centre. Finally, the originally queen of rockabilly, Wanda Jackson, makes an always-welcome local appearance August 12th at the Hi-Tone Café.

Best of the Rest

One of the more interesting local concerts this summer could be the one that pairs much-loved underground songwriter Daniel Johnston with local treasure Harlan T. Bobo at the Hi-Tone Café August 8th.

Expect many a thirtysomething Memphian to take a rockin’ trip down memory lane at the Snowden Grove Amphitheatre July 11th when two of the very best of the ’80s pop-metal bands — Poison and Ratt — kick out the jams. And modern-rock fans can decide if they like their guitar-rock on the mild side (The Fray at Mud Island, July 7th) or at maximum volume (Queens of the Stone Age at the New Daisy, August 7th).

Summer sex toys keep you cool when things get hot.

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“Oh when I look back now/ That summer seemed to last forever/ And if I had the choice/ Ya — I’d always wanna be there/ Those were the best days of my life/ Back in the summer of ’69” — “Summer of ’69”

When Bryan Adams penned those nostalgic lines back in 1980-something, it’s doubtful he was thinking about the naughty implication of the song’s title. These days, who can even say the number “69” without a little adolescent giggle?

Besides, the sexual act of “69” seems way more entertaining than Adams’ lame-ass summer memories. And here at the Flyer, we’re hopeful that some of our readers plan on trying that position and many others as the mercury rises this season. But sex can get hot (and we don’t mean “sexy hot”). We’ve compiled a list of sexual aids to keep couples cool when things get heated:

Glass dildos and butt plugs — Made from the same freezer-safe, heat-resistant material used in Pyrex cookware, these colorful handblown glass pieces can be stored in the freezer for safekeeping. And just like the cookware, these toys can go straight from freezer to “oven” (if you catch our drift).

Now, we know what you’re thinking: Is it really a good idea to put glass in your most sensitive area? Drew (who asked that we not reveal his last name) at Christal’s on Germantown Parkway says these toys are nearly impossible to break with normal use. Just don’t throw yours against a wall.

Glass dildos come in all colors, shapes, and sizes. The largest at Christal’s is a whopping five-pound, 11-inch, studded variety about three inches in diameter. Use with caution.

Good Head Oral Gel — This gel is designed to make the sometimes-unpleasant task of providing a BJ a little more, um, tasty. Fortunately, it comes in Mystical Mint, which makes for a slightly cooling sensation on the receiving end and a fresh-breath effect on the giving side. You won’t even need to brush afterward.

Eros Ejaculator by Lady Calston — Think water-gun-turned-vibrator. This phallic toy can be filled with water and then used like a normal vibrator. When the “squirt” button is pushed, a stream of water bursts out. It’s supposed to mimic ejaculation, but we think it’d be more fun to use the feature to attack friends at an outdoor summer party. Water-squirting dildoes trump the Super Soaker.

Impulse Waterproof Vibrator — Kay Mills, regional manager of Fantasy Warehouse, recommends this waterproof dildo. It works like the famed Rabbit Vibrator, with its bunny-shaped clitoral tickler and rotating shaft filled with stimulating beads. The main difference: This toy has a dolphin-shaped clitoris massager, so it’s perfect for summer evenings on the beach. Just make sure no one else is watching.

Flex-a-Pleasure Anal Edition — This butt plug is waterproof, making it perfect for that, er, romantic evening by the pool. Some plugs look like they could easily slip inside and get lost (an embarrassing trip to the ER, to say the least), but this one has a five-inch wand. At the end of the wand is an adjustable speed dial to control vibration.

Penis Water Bottles — Available at Christal’s, these plastic phalluses hold about 24 ounces of ice-cold liquid and come complete with a catheter-like straw protruding from the tip. Perfect for summer hiking trips, the gym, or even the office (just don’t blame us when you get fired).

Hot Hooters Warming Booby Oil — Now, this product doesn’t exactly promise a cooling effect. In fact, it’s just the opposite. Fortunately, this colorful warming liquid comes in tropical flavors so tasty they’ll whisk couples away to an island paradise. Available in Piña Colada and Strawberry Daiquiri, the oils give new meaning to “sex on the beach.”

If toys aren’t your thing, there are other ways to turn up the steam without turning up the heat.

“Try playing in the sprinklers after dark with the lights out in the backyard or maybe a sexy car wash,” says Drew at Christal’s. Mills at Fantasy Warehouse suggests making flavored ice using Kool-Aid and then taking a few cubes into the bedroom.

Regardless of how you choose to stay cool, don’t let the summer sun prevent you from getting any action. After all, you won’t be attractive forever, and your working parts may not work so well in the years to come.

In the immortal words of Bryan Adams: “We were young and restless/ We needed to unwind/ I guess nothin’ can last forever — forever, no …”

Back here at home and there’s nothing to do? dreamstime.com

“Vacation, all you ever wanted,” but you’re stuck at home and there’s nothing to do? Stop complaining. There are mini-vacation spots all around Memphis, and they’re cheap to boot.

Start at the fountain on the Main Street Mall — the one with jets of water shooting out of the bricks in front of the trolley stop. Wear clothes, wear a swimsuit, or whatever (just don’t violate public decency laws). Run through the fountains! Stand in them! Act like you’re 11 again! How long you spend on this activity is entirely up to you.

Once you’re done, towel down a bit and walk over to the Madison Hotel. On the roof, you’ll find one of the best views of Memphis, with Mud Island to the west. Plus, they’ve got a bar up there.

Now go get something to eat. Hop on the trolley and head down to South Main. Grab a burger at Earnestine & Hazel’s, or perhaps a veggie plate from the Arcade, or a piece of quiche or cheesecake at the Cheesecake Store. After that, get something to drink at Bluff City Coffee and walk around South Main with your beverage.

As long as you’re in the area, stop by the National Ornamental Metal Museum and check out all the statues on the grounds. My favorite is the fountain, because it has a human head coming out the top. Plus, the Indian burial mounds are right out front. If you go past an abandoned hotel and turn right on Cotton Gin Road, there’s an RV park and a clean, isolated neighborhood straight out of the ’60s.

Not far from the Metal Museum, you can see the “old bridge” in the distance (Memphis-Arkansas Memorial Bridge for outsiders). There’s a walkway on that bridge. Which brings us to another time-honored summer activity: feeling like you’re defying death. The bridge sways in the wind, it shakes from the weight of traveling cars, and giant trucks pass so closely you’re almost knocked over.

If that isn’t your style, you can go watch other people beat the snot out of each other. Every Sunday afternoon in Audubon Park, Society for Creative Anachronism members dress up like knights and hit each other with fake swords. It’s fun to cook up some popcorn, plant your ass on the ground in front of the action, and yell, “Have at ye, knave!” My recommendation: dress up like a dragon and charge them. I guarantee that half of them will love it and half of them will be deeply offended.

There are other things to do in this neighborhood. Admission to the Memphis Botanic Garden is free on Tuesdays, and the Dixon Gallery & Gardens is free on Saturday mornings. At 4 a.m., nearby Gibson’s Donuts on Mendenhall starts turning out the day’s delicious treats. For shopping, there’s a cluster of great thrift stores in the Highland/Summer area.

If you want to continue down Summer, be sure to stop at Games Plus, one of the few places left in the city where you can get video games made before 2000. Classic. Then head east to catch a movie at the Summer Drive-In or maybe play mini-golf at Putt-Putt Golf and Games.

The city has so much more to offer. There are the cheap beers at the P&H Café, stumbling down Jackson Avenue to get to Alex’s for post-3 a.m. Greek wings and shuffleboard, walking the abandoned railroad tracks in the southeast corner of Shelby Farms, bar-hopping on Overton Square, getting delicious Ethiopian food at Abyssina on Poplar, and so many other things that don’t involve Graceland, Stax, or Sun Studios (treasures of Memphis, though they be). Get up and go-go. Anyone who says there’s nothing to do in Memphis isn’t looking.

A local program is getting teens worked up. Justin Fox Burks

Main Street Mall; National Ornamental Metal Museum; Memphis-Arkansas Memorial Bridge

“Well, I’m a-gonna raise a fuss, I’m a-gonna raise a holler, about a-workin’ all summer just to try to earn a dollar …”

Eddie Cochran’s dismal account of summer for the working American teenager includes a merciless boss, long hours, and a slender wallet. But for a number of area youth, there is a cure for the “summertime blues.”

The Memphis Summer Youth Employment Program (MSYEP) aims not only to provide participants with summer job opportunities but also to aid in character development.

According to Thurman Northcross, manager of youth services at the Office of Youth Services and Community Affairs, “Many summer youth employment programs around the country focus on crime abatement, but we choose to look at our program as promoting youth development.” Northcross has been involved with the program since November 2006.

To participate in MSYEP’s lottery — the program’s selection process — youth must be 14 to 21 years of age. Fourteen- and 15-year-olds who land spots in the program earn $5.15 per hour for a 20-hour workweek; 16- to 21-year-olds work 30 hours a week for $6 per hour.

This year, out of about 7,000 applications, the program had enough funding for 1,150.

Over the eight-week course, the teens work in a wide range of city-funded positions, including several not-so-typical jobs. “We have 20 kids researching the history of the downtown area,” Northcross says. “We have 16 other kids working on neighborhood mapping with GPS [Global Positioning System] equipment.”

As part of MSYEP, many of the participants also take classes that teach them skills they can use when they join the workforce. For instance, there are classes specializing in air conditioning, electrical, auto mechanics, welding, and graphic arts/advertising. Fifteen to 18 students are in each class.

Northcross says, “If businesses could agree to host and fully fund classes at the worksites, they would help develop a pool of kids working harder next summer. The classes connect the youth to aspects of the businesses.”

No matter what jobs the participants land, they learn the fundamentals of working in the real world, such as responsibility. “Even when they show up for orientation, we make sure they’re orderly and well-dressed,” Northcross says. “You have to have a zero-tolerance policy. Once you implement that message, they follow it. We’re trying to get kids to understand that this experience mirrors the real world of work.”

Northcross feels that regardless of their reasons for working, this year’s participants will find themselves more capable of success at the end of the eight weeks. All they needed was a little help. “They need some type of support to open doors for them. We owe it to the youth and the city to do that,” he says. His ultimate goal, though out of reach at present, is a zero-percent summer unemployment rate for city youth.

“Some kids don’t realize the potential they have,” Northcross says, and MSYEP aims to open their eyes. “Every kid who wants to work should have the opportunity. We need to give them all we can so they can be all they can be in life.”

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Letter from the Editor: Portland is the Model

It had been a long flight. I dropped my bags on the floor, walked into the hotel bathroom, and snapped on the lights. There was a brief flicker, and then the room was illuminated. I looked at the lightbulbs. They were the curly-cue energy-saving kind. Hmmm, I thought, nice touch.

I relieved myself and flushed the potty. There was a small, quick gurgle that lasted about a second. Ah, I thought, water-saving loos. I sat on the bed and opened my laptop to check my e-mail. The little wireless icon popped and asked me if I wanted to connect to the Internet via the city’s free wi-fi system. Yes, I did. How convenient and simple, I thought.

I spent four days in Portland, Oregon, at a newspaper conference last week, and each day I saw clear evidence of what a difference in a city’s quality of life an enlightened and progressive government can make.

I took light-rail trains all over town. I rode in hybrid taxis. The streets were immaculate. Roses and other flowers bloomed on every corner. The downtown was booming. I saw no vacant buildings, no blighted blocks.

So how do they do it? For one thing, they started 30 years ago by forming Metro, a consolidated elected governing body that is responsible for all urban planning, county-wide. Portland has no sprawl, due to a strictly enforced “urban growth boundary” that separates urban from rural land. The idea is to encourage redevelopment of Portland’s inner core and preserve its tree-lined city neighborhoods.

The Metro consists of seven elected commissioners who oversee transit, waste and recycling, parks, the zoo, the convention center, and fish and wildlife management. There is a mayor, but his role is strictly limited and mostly ceremonial. The current mayor, Tom Potter, lobbied for a reorganization to a “strong mayor” form of government, a measure that was on the city’s May ballot. It was rejected by a three-to-one margin.

As far as I know, the mayor didn’t blame unnamed “snakes” for the defeat. Maybe he just took it as a sign from God.

Bruce VanWyngarden

brucev@memphisflyer.com

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Memphis Sweaty, Other Cities Sweatier

Old Spice has released its annual ranking of the country’s 100 sweatiest cities. Last year, Memphis made the top 20 at number 18. This year, Memphis is again ranked at 18.

Phoenix was named the sweatiest city for the 3rd time in 4 years. In honor of this distinction, Old Spice sent a year’s supply of its Red Zone antiperspirant to Phoenix’ mayor.

According to a press release issued by Old Spice: the “rankings are based on the amount of sweat a person of average height and weight would produce walking around for an hour in the average high temperatures during June, July and August of 2005 for each city.”

San Francisco was judged the least sweatiest city.

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Be Cool

The thought of another long, blazing Memphis summer got you hot and bothered? Let the Flyer’s Summer Dining Guide help you chill out. The guide is about all things cool — from the hottest dishes and the coldest treats to the places to be seen and the spaces that must be seen. And, we’re just getting warmed up.

Best Served Cold

Sweet or savory, there’s nothing like a cold soup to bring down your core temperature when the mercury’s on the rise. As the heat soars, Sabine Baltz of Fratelli’s in the Garden (750 Cherry, 576-4118) purees avocado, yogurt, cilantro, and other vegetables and herbs into a thick, ambrosial blend and transforms the local berry harvest into low-calorie and refreshing soups. The end result? Soups that look (and taste) as lush as the landscape at the Memphis Botanic Garden, where the cafe is located.

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Young Avenue Deli’s ‘Heat Miser,’ an unsubtle sandwich

At the Inn at Hunt-Phelan (533 Beale, 525-8225), chef Stephen Hassinger lets the Memphis Farmers Market determine the ingredients for his gazpacho, which, he says, “can be the simplest recipe in the world or include as many ingredients as you want.” He starts, of course, with tomatoes, then adds cucumber, onions, fresh herbs, and citrus or vinegar to kick up the flavors. He purees the veggies, then does a final pass through a sieve to remove seeds and skins, saving diced jicama, avocado, cucumber, and cilantro for the garnish. At the other end of the spectrum: vichyssoise, a hearty French soup that Hassinger creates from potatoes and leeks, which are cooked, then cooled.

“We prefer to do savory,” says Mac Edwards of McEwen’s on Monroe (122 Monroe, 527-7085), where — depending on the day’s specials — diners can feast on gazpacho or melon blends. When it’s really hot, Edwards pulls out his blender to make avocado soup, adapted from a shake recipe he found in a cookbook, which is served in a shot glass and topped with cilantro and crème fraîche. “A big part of our lunch crowd is men, and cold soup can be a hard-sell sometimes,” Edwards admits. “It does limit the market when you get more esoteric, but whatever’s left over can always be the sauce for the fish the next day!” — Andria Lisle

Go to Blazes

Of course we gravitate toward cooler foods when the summer heats up. Crisp salads and other chilled dishes tend to replace the heavier, hotter dishes we Justin Fox Burks

Southerners consume under less extreme conditions. But diners who really want to cool down while filling up may wish to forgo chilled dishes in favor of something extra spicy. In addition to opening up sinuses and stimulating the sweat glands, capsaicin — the chemical that makes chili peppers burn our lips — causes the body to release its natural pain killers. It is the Freon that fuels our internal air conditioners. Hot, pepper-laden dishes are the ideal meal when temperatures climb into the triple digits.

For the chile addict, the “Heat Miser” sandwich at Young Avenue Deli (2119 Young, 278-0034) is a perfect and perfectly unsubtle midday treat. Typically bland, deli-sliced turkey is marinated in a not-so-bland hot sauce, smothered in pickled jalapenos and banana peppers, and crammed into a hoagie roll that’s been smeared with hot mustard. The first flavor you taste is hotness. The second flavor? Hotness. And so on. Best served with a frosted glass of Dixie Blackened Voodoo Lager.

Thai restaurants are known for bringing the heat, and it’s hard to beat the “Chef Kra Pow” at Chao Praya (3588 Ridgeway, 366-7827). This dish blends chicken, basil, chiles, and garlic in an aromatic dish that’s as unforgiving as it is irresistible.

Some of Memphis’ most searingly succulent treats find their origins in Jamaica. The jerked, slow-roasted duck at Automatic Slim’s (83 S. Second, 525-7948) is a juicy delight that brings the unbridled fury of Scotch bonnet peppers to the table, along with the sweet and savory flavors of traditional Jamaican jerk seasoning. Top it all off with a relish of pineapple and sun-dried cranberries, and you have heaven on earth and hell in your mouth. In case of excessive burning, consult your bartender for an ice-cold Red Stripe beer. — Chris Davis

Rooms with a View

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EP’s ‘Lobster Pronto Pup’

The Flyer offices have the distinction of being within walking distance of the river bluff. On deadline days, this serves us well — expansive views are good for the soul. The same can be said of restaurants offering a room with a view.

For a noontime nosh, try Bach’s Lunch (50 N. Front, 578-3991), a downtown sandwich shop tucked away on the second floor of the Morgan Keegan building on Front Street. This 50-seat restaurant boasts leafy views of Confederate Park and the Mississippi River. Lunch offerings here are ample and tasty. A Greek chicken wrap, served warm with tangy feta cheese and olives, is fortification worth noting. So too, the hefty ham and cheese sandwich, perfectly suited to the two-fisted eater.

You’ll have a decidedly more uptown experience at The Tower Room American Grille (5100 Poplar, Suite 3300, 767-8776). Located in Clark Tower, the city’s third tallest building (365 feet), the Tower Room American Grille was once the private domain of the Summit Club. The massive dining room has been reincarnated into a still-tony public restaurant — with views to sigh for. From here, downtown is but a tumble of blocks sandwiched between an endless ribbon of earth and sky.

For lunch, the blackened snapper is most memorable, delicately seasoned and topped with an artichoke relish; even the bed of rice pilaf is flavorful. Dine after sunset on an array of surf and turf dishes, then top off your meal with a sumptuous crème brûlée.

What could surpass the sparkling views, except perhaps, sparkling conversation?

Jane Schneider

Food on a Stick

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Fratelli’s cold soup made of avocado, yogurt, cilantro, and other vegetables

There’s nothing quite like eating meat off a wood stick to bring out the Neanderthal in you. What could be more primal? There’s the hint of aggression (skewered food), the promise of flame (the meat’s gotta be hot), the risk of injury (hey, pointy stick), and the psychosexual element (or are you just happy to see me?).

But at EP Delta Kitchen & Bar (126 Beale, 527-1444), executive chef Michael Patrick has civilized the wild-food-on-a-stick concept with his “Lobster Pronto Pup” and given it to the world. No, Elvis probably never had one, but he sure would’ve loved it.

The origin of the pronto pup/corn dog is up for some debate. Like rock-and-roll and the Internet, pronto pups are claimed by lots of folks — as far apart as Oregon, Texas, Minnesota, Louisiana, and, yep, Memphis, with each variety popping up in the late ’30s to early ’40s.

Chef Patrick is going with the Bluff City connection. He calls his pronto pup “an interesting take on a Memphis original. Why not do something indigenous, but change it up?”

Patrick experimented with scallops and shrimp first, but neither was near meaty enough to withstand the pronto-pup pressures. Lobster seemed a natural fit. The difficult part, Patrick says, was getting the batter right. (His pronto pup is made with flour instead of cornmeal — so don’t go calling it a corn dog.)

Served as a gorgeous X-marks-the-spot, the pair of lobster pups is topped with a “river road white rémoulade sauce,” a New Orleans-style rémoulade minus the ketchup, says Patrick. Pronto pups are not typically about subtlety, but this one bucks convention. The lobster meat is light, the batter is not too greasy, and the rémoulade is a great spicy counterpoint.

Call it caveman food for the white-tablecloth set. — Greg Akers

Salsa for Breakfast

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The view from the Tower Room

El Palmar (4069 Summer, 323-9700) smiles at motorists from its spot on Summer Avenue. The restaurant opens at 10 a.m., more conducive to weekend brunch than a quick bite on the way to work. It’s not too early for chips and salsa, though. El Palmar’s salsa is spicy and served warm with thick, unsalted chips.

The plate options may require a little translation. Huevos, eggs, can be served either with tocino, bacon, or jamon, ham. What El Palmar gives you that you won’t get at the greasy spoon with your pork and egg breakfast are ample supplies of beans, rice, and tortillas. Huevos con chilequilas is a pair of fried eggs on a bed of chile-sauced tortilla strips — tasty but not too hot. The traditional huevos con chorizo, eggs scrambled with spicy Mexican sausage, is sure to alleviate any pain from an overindulgent Friday night.

Donald’s Donuts (1776 Union, 725-5595) embodies all that is fundamentally American. (Meditate for a moment on its address number and street name.) And what do good American consumers demand? Well, donuts, of course, and Donald’s has plenty. Even greater than our craving for sugar-glazed pastry, however, is our desire for choice. Donald’s has that, too.

But the choice, fellow patriots, is no easy one: donut or breakfast burrito? The answer is that there is no wrong answer. But since we’re focusing on Mexican breakfasts, how about those burritos? Sausage and egg or egg and potato, each is a winner. Donald’s is open early seven days a week, so go ahead and address the Mexican breakfast craving midweek.

Café Ole (959 S. Cooper, 274-1504) offers unique items and good variety, too. Breakfast burritos are served with spinach and egg or bacon and egg combinations. The shrimp omelet and huevos rancheros are favorites, and the restaurant serves a kids’ breakfast and a brunch menu from 11:30 a.m. to 3 p.m. on weekends. Unlike our other options, Café Ole serves Bloody Mary and Mimosa cocktails. Preston Lauterbach

Liquored Up

Justin Fox Burks

El Palmar’s huevos con chilquilas, fried eggs with a side of rice and beans

Matthew B. Rowley’s new book Moonshine! (Lark Books, $14.95) offers plenty of tips for the home distiller, including recipes for exotica like Baby Step Bourbon, Japanese Rice Whiskey, Home Batch Monkey Rum, Beer Schnapps, and Muscadine Moonshine. Probably the only cookbook to come with a disclaimer, Moonshine! serves up history, diagrams of still designs, and an extensive list of resources for would-be Jim Beams. Although the laws for making your own white lightning are much stricter than those governing home breweries or wineries, it is possible, Rowley insists, to follow federal guidelines and still sip on homemade rotgut, busthead, or joy juice to your heart’s content.

To set up a home still, all you need is standard kitchen equipment like a fire extinguisher, a stockpot, and a strainer; pantry items such as sugar, fresh fruit, and some dried grains; and brewer’s yeast, available at the Winery & Brew Shoppe (60 S. Cooper, 278-2682). Stop at the hardware store for copper tubing, c-clamps, two buckets, and soldering materials, and after a few hours of work, you’ll be ready to start the fermenting process.Just don’t contact Rowley (or me, for that matter) when a federal agent knocks on your door. — Andria Lisle

“Coolierville”

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A jar for homemade moonshine, available at the Winery & Brew Shoppe

Despite Collierville’s development and population growth, the city has been able to hold onto some of its small-town qualities. There are a few unique dining experiences in Collierville that can help diners feel a little bit cooler in this age of global warm … I mean, climate change. After all, Collierville is the land of “W”-sticker-plastered SUVs.

The Patio Café (684 W. Poplar, 853-7822) is a gem inside the Sheffield Antique Mall. Located at the far end of the spacious shopping area, the cafe offers light summery fare along with a fresh-air piazza vibe that allows diners to feel like they are eating outdoors. The food is similarly designed to appeal to customers trying to keep cool. Salads range from the standard garden variety to grilled chicken, shrimp, or salmon. The standout dish, though, is the pimento cheese sandwich. Served on a croissant, the pimento cheese, an airy concoction that is not over-mixed and has a slightly piquant taste, is one of the best in the county.

From the mall, it’s a five-minute drive east to Collierville’s historic town square. Right off the square is Mensi’s Dairy Bar (162 Washington, 853-2161), which has been around for over 40 years. The banana milkshake, made with fresh bananas and soft-serve ice cream, is a can’t-miss treat. It’s scrumptious and refreshing, and the fresh fruit makes it almost healthy. The cheeseburgers are delicious, palm-sized sandwiches that trigger all the best childhood memories of poolside snack bars. Like all the great dairy bars of yesteryear, there is no proper dining area. However, it’s hard to imagine a more idyllic summer afternoon than one spent hauling an armful of shakes, corndogs, burgers, and sno-cones over to the town square park and scarfing them in the shade of the square’s wrought-iron gazebo.

Lee Kan’s Asian Grill (255 New Byhalia, 853-6686) is a relatively new addition to the area and offers a variety of Asian foods, from Japanese sushi to traditional Chinese to more modern Asian-French fusion. The most noticeable thing about the main dining room is the giant aquarium, which would look perfectly suitable in the lair of a James Bond villain.

One offering sure to ease the torrid summer heat is “Lee Kan’s Velvet Roll,” which features crawfish, tempura shrimp, and avocado. It’s substantial enough to serve as an entrée. Some lighter starters include tuna tataki, edamame, fresh spring rolls, and Lee Kan’s lettuce wrap, which has minced chicken, roasted duck, and water chestnuts. Nothing caps off a hot summer day like a cool, adult beverage, and Lee Kan’s offers a wide selection of chilled sakes. — David Dunlap Jr.

Meet Me at the Bar

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Cool it: Mensi’s Dairy Bar, near Collierville’s historic town square, triggers all the best childhood memories

Tourists with sites to see do it. People with business to do do it. Try it yourself sometime: Visit a hotel bar without even leaving town. It’s good for some refreshment, and it’s good for a change of pace from your neighborhood watering hole. In Memphis, you’ve got more than a couple of fine hotels to choose from. But let’s settle for just two: the Hilton (939 Ridge Lake Boulevard, 684-6664) out east and the Westin (170 Lt. George W. Lee, 527-7220) downtown. Your assignment: compare and contrast.

In terms of service, there’s no comparison. Both hotels are top-notch. You’re paying to be served, and what you get is instant service once you set foot in the door, whether it’s the lobby bar of the Hilton on Ridge Lake (that mirrored tower off Poplar you’ve known since 1979, when it was built) or the bar of the Westin Memphis Beale Street (which opened this past April). What a difference, though, a step makes.

The Hilton is the work of Memphis architect Francis Mah, but the building underwent a major renovation in 2004. No structural toying with the welcoming lobby, however. That fan-shaped ceiling you remember: It’s intact. That sense of light and air and openness: It’s intact too. Soaring windows still offer a view of the outside pool. The check-in desk is off to a far side. And off to the opposite side is the Hilton’s bar, which comes with some tables and comfortable seating. The rush-hour traffic on I-240? It’s out of sight. And inside the Hilton on a recent late afternoon, there was hardly a sound — unless you count the fountain, which serves as the lobby’s centerpiece. What’s new is the room’s riot of color, whether it’s in the carpeting and seating or the neon that brightens the wood paneling behind check-in. Altogether then, a taste of the good life to go with the drink you ordered. That standstill of cars on Poplar? Forget it.

That crowd on Beale, however … you better believe it: It’s a scene. But once inside the bar at the Westin, you’ll need reminding that just outside, in addition to Beale, are FedExForum, the Rock ‘N’ Soul Museum, and the Gibson Guitar Factory. That street scene is good and concentrated and urban, and the bar at the Westin doesn’t deny it. Windows look onto Lt. George W. Lee Avenue. But the atmosphere inside is low-key and sophisticated — a testament to the creative team at local architectural firm Hnedak Bobo. So sit awhile. Admire the dark woods of the bar and the countertops that glow in a rich onyx pattern. Watch the triple plasma screens, handsomely framed behind the bar. Low-level lighting scattered throughout the room flatters everybody. The season is summer. The heat is on. But the word for the Westin is “cool.” — Leonard Gill

Ice Ice Baby

The “Icicle Aphrodisiac” from Bonefish (1250 N. Germantown Pkwy., Cordova, 753-2220; 4680 Merchants Park, Collierville, 854-5822) will help you get in the mood. This martini is made with Skyy vanilla vodka and passion-fruit juice, which makes it taste like of a push-up pop, except alcoholic. If you’ve got a passion for sweets, this drink’s for you. But what makes the cocktail live up to its titillating name isn’t the passion in the passion fruit. It’s the watermelon popsicle, which is served on a cinnamon stick and inserted into your drink. The combination of watermelon and cinnamon is surprisingly delicious.

Pearl’s Oyster House (299 S. Main, 522-9070) has a whole section of its menu devoted to those tasty producers of pearls. One of the most delicious and inexpensive dishes is the Louisiana Gulf oysters. They’re served just the way they should be: raw, naked, and cold, making them a welcome remedy to the summer heat.

After spending all night at Bari (22 S. Cooper, 722-2244) stuffing yourself with Italian food, you’re going to need a kick. On hot summer nights, the “Espresso Gelato” is an excellent pick-me-up. The espresso-flavored gelato is topped with a generous dollop of chocolate cream, an Italian concoction with the consistency of mousse. What makes it really interesting, though, is the way it’s served. Once the dish is set in front of you, the server pours a shot of hot espresso over it. The gelato acts as a delicious ice cube, cooling the hot coffee and adding a bit of froth. It’s like having an iced mocha that never gets watered down. — Cherie Heiberg

A Straw Poll

Being what my girlfriend affectionately terms a “bev-head,” I am a sucker for ridiculous soft-drink one-offs, horribly dense milkshakes, questionable “energy” concoctions, and every conceivable form of green tea. My days are filled with impulsive drink purchases. What follows are three chilly finalists from my citywide odyssey to find healthy respites from the afternoon heat (note: the kind that won’t get you promptly drunk in the hot sun).

A green-tea obsessive by nature, I momentarily defected in the name of “Arabian Chai Tea,” iced and sweetened, at Casablanca Café (2156 Young, 725-8557). It’s one of the best Chai teas in town, and if a minor snack is needed on a suffocating summer afternoon, throw in the dolmas (grape leaves).

Smoothie outlets are becoming as omnipresent as hot-wing outlets, and with such saturation, quality will vary. Adding to the confusion are the menus that tend to have a word count greater than Infinite Jest. So I’ve had some smoothies in my day, good and bad, but none pack the flavor, punch, and staying power of the “Hearty Apple” at Smoothie King (1995 Union, 726-1300; 3452 Poplar, 454-7640). Apples (duh), cinnamon, an additional “special mix of spices,” bananas, and the optional 125-mg caffeine supplement offer a morning’s worth of coffee, without the paranoid jitters or all-out assault on your stomach lining.

Before patronizing Chang’s Bubble Tea (8095 Macon, Cordova, 737-8841), the mention of this fairly recent phenomenon conjured misguided thoughts of freeze-dried astronaut food. Bubble Tea is not unlike a partially melted smoothie. Pick the right flavor combo, and the result is viscerally satisfying. My personal winner is the watermelon and pear mix, made without the tapioca pearls. Without the tapioca, the drink is a consistency finer than a smoothie. With them, you’ll need one of the absurdly wide (at least a half-inch) straws, which is like drinking through a length of PVC pipe. — Andrew Earles

Playing With Fire

Mom probably told you not to play with fire. And she probably also railed against playing with your food. But you’re all grown-up now. You don’t have to listen to her.

So embrace your inner pyro and head to Spindini (383 S. Main, 578-2767), where the wood-fired oven takes center stage. Positioned near the bar, every seat has a view of the bright orange blaze as the restaurant’s signature flame-kissed dishes enter the inferno.

Dishes prepared in the oven, such as the generously topped wood-fired pizza, rainbow trout stuffed with applewood bacon, or stuffed brick chicken, are denoted on the menu with a small fire icon.

In a cooking process known as antico e nuovo, entrées are placed in copper vessels or terra-cotta pots or on wooden planks before entering the oven. Even the restaurant’s soft white bread and wheat olive loaf are baked fresh daily in the wood-fired oven.

After filling up on a main course, head to A-Tan (3445 Poplar, 452-4487) for a “Flaming Volcano,” the Chinese restaurant’s signature fiery cocktail. Served in a ceramic bowl with a crater rising up from the center, the drink is actually served while lit on fire thanks to a shot of Barcardi poured in the volcano’s crater.

The drink is a mix of brandy, white rum, and amaretto with orange juice, grenadine, and sour mix. Served with two straws, it’s the perfect date drink. Just be careful not to lean in too close. You might catch your hair on fire.

If you’re not burned out (pun definitely intended) with the fire foods, order dessert at Owen Brennan’s (6150 Poplar, 761-0990). The bananas Foster, swimming in a butter and brown-sugar sauce and topped with creamy vanilla ice cream and cinnamon, is generously doused with rum and flamed tableside. As the fire spreads over the plate, the aroma of burning cinnamon fills the air. — Bianca Phillips

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News The Fly-By

Going Nuclear

A former Department of Defense barge is headed for Memphis, courtesy of radioactive-waste disposal company Energy Solutions. The company hopes to use a massive Barnhart crane on Presidents Island to lift the 750-ton radioactive barge out of the water and onto land.

The barge, which contains nuclear contaminants from various military operations, is in Virginia while the company awaits approval of a temporary special-use permit from the Land Use Control Board. A meeting is scheduled for Thursday, June 14th, and, if approved, will also require approval from the Memphis City Council.

“The main reason it’s being done in Memphis is because of the crane,” says Mark Walker, a spokesperson for Energy Solutions. The crane, affectionately dubbed “Ichabod” after Sleepy Hollow’s Ichabod Crane, is one of the largest in the country.

The barge will be lifted onto an outdoor pad lined with layers of fabric and rock, constructed solely to dismantle the barge. The pad will be concave to prevent spillage of rainwater that may become contaminated by radiation. The dismantled barge will then be shipped by train to a radioactive disposal site in Utah.

“We will have 24-hour security seven days a week to make sure everything is safe regarding rainwater leakage,” says Dan Shrum of Energy Solutions’ environmental compliance office.

The project is slated to take about three months.

Shrum says the ship contains very low levels of radiation. “The people doing the torch-cutting and working on the barge will get the equivalent of about two chest X-rays [worth of radiation],” Shrum says.

Low-level or not, some environmentalists are still concerned. Last year, Sierra Club members fought a proposed incinerator from R.A.C.E. (Radiological Assistance, Engineering, and Consulting), another radioactive-waste disposal company on Presidents Island.

“We’re not opposed to this operation. It’s not a nuclear incinerator like they were proposing at R.A.C.E.,” says Rita Harris, the Sierra Club’s environmental justice coordinator. “But I do think this is a dangerous operation if it’s not handled properly. We’d like to see state or local authorities say they will monitor these folks.”

Representatives from the Tennessee Division of Radiological Health have confirmed that they will conduct an inspection during the dismantling of the contaminated holding tanks. At that time, an inspector will determine if a follow-up inspection is needed.

Harris is also concerned about air emissions that could be released from paint on the vessel containing toxic poly chlorinated biphenyls (PCBs), as well as escaping asbestos fibers. The area where the ship will be dismantled is only two miles from Martin Luther King, Jr Park.

The company will work with a licensed asbestos contractor to remove the substance before they cut into the barge.

“We’re also going to remove the PCB paint before we use a blowtorch on the vessel,” Shrum says. “Our [planned] air emissions are below the regulatory level and were accepted by the local and state air-quality folks.”

The project does not require a permit from the local Health Department, and Energy Solutions has already gotten a permit from the state Division of Radiological Health.

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Living Spaces Real Estate

New Neighbor

Harbor Town, established in 1989 — making it the granddaddy of the downtown residential revival — is getting a new neighbor. Toward the south end of Mud Island, near the Auction Street Bridge, RiverTown is going up. Occupancy is set for November.

Keith Grant, who, along with his brother David, is a principal for RiverTown, says the downtown development was a change of pace for the homebuilding team.

“In the past, we’ve done predominantly single-family housing,” Grant says. “We feel like some of the projects downtown are too contemporary or they don’t have a view of the Mississippi River. By building [RiverTown] and not retrofitting a building, we feel that we can offer something for Memphians to purchase that they can enjoy.”

Grant is president of the Memphis Area Homebuilders Association (see his monthly Living Spaces column on page 4), the third generation of Grants to be so appointed (after his father, Richard, and his grandfather, Carl).

When the finishing touches are put on it, RiverTown will be composed of 200 units in 23 buildings. Prices will range from the mid-$200,000s to the upper-$600,000s, with sizes going from 1,300 to 3,200 square feet. Some units are two or three stories high. The 3,200-square-footers will have a large patio overlooking the river and a recreation room on the upper floor.

Renderings courtesy of Grant and Company

The Signature. RiverTown on the Island offers six different building styles/floor plans.

“The best part about RiverTown are the views,” Grant says. “Every unit has a view of the river or looks back at the skyline. In some cases, they have a view of both. Every unit also has a balcony. We oversized the balconies because we knew people would be spending time on them.” Each unit comes with a garage as well.

Grant feels like he’s well suited, through his homebuilding experience, to know what people are looking for in the real estate market.

“Even though they want something that’s a little contemporary for downtown, the bottom line is that Memphians are still traditional,” Grant says.

“The styling at RiverTown is more contemporary on the outside. Yet, it has a resort appearance because the overhangs on the buildings are similar to what you might see in Florida. We aren’t just putting siding all over it. We’re putting brick, because people down here are accustomed to it.”

Grant assures that RiverTown will fit in nicely with the neighborhood.

“They’ve got a lot of good things going in Harbor Town,” he says. “It’s a nice community with a resort feel to it. That’s kind of what we incorporated into ours. We wanted to be an extension of what’s in Harbor Town now.”

RiverTown isn’t all that different from other projects Grant has been involved with, he says.

“The nice thing is that RiverTown is all on one site. [It’s] not spread out, which makes it a lot easier to supervise. It’s still wood frame. We still use a lot of the same contractors that we use on our single-family houses. So we feel we have a lot to offer coming from the single-family market.”

See for yourself by logging onto RiverTownOnTheIsland.com. In addition to floor plans and renderings of what’s in store for Mud Island, you can go on a virtual tour of what a furnished unit will likely look like. ■ — GA

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