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Food & Drink Hungry Memphis

Trader Joe’s Tempest in a Tote Bag

Over the weekend, a shopper at the New Trader Joe’s in Germantown noticed her complimentary tote bag read Nashville.

Nashville! Oh, dear.

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Read the thread, folks, it is hilarious.

But then. THEN. Someone from a Trader Joe’s fan page suggested that it took a while for stores to earn their bags. What-the-what?
  
Here’s Trader Joe’s response:

We don’t have an official stance on this, and the Facebook post was not made on behalf of Trader Joe’s.

We are thrilled to be in Germantown, and we can assure anyone concerned that there was no hidden message in our bag giveaway. Not every region has its own, area-specific bag (yet, anyway!), but customers are welcome to return to the store and trade their complementary Nashville bags for complementary, non-location-specific TJ’s bags—our Crew will be happy to assist.

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Letter From The Editor Opinion

Welcome to It City

A few short years ago, once you got south of Earnestine & Hazel’s on South Main, you entered a barren urbanscape of abandoned warehouses, dusty railyards, and weedy, empty lots. Now the streets are lined with row after row of apartment buildings. Hip restaurants like Loflin Yard and Carolina Watershed are repurposing old industrial spaces in creative ways. South of South Main is booming, inhabited by thousands of mostly young Memphians who live, work, and play Downtown.

Will it last? Can a neighborhood built on young folks wanting to live Downtown sustain itself? Well, it can, but only if there is a steady stream of fresh young folks wanting to live there in the coming years. Here’s hoping there is. Otherwise, well, that’s a lot of apartments to fill.

That’s because as those young Memphians grow older, they’ll form relationships and maybe — as tends to happen — decide to have children. At that point, they’ll usually want the customary accoutrements of family living: a house, a yard, a mutt.

The closest neighborhoods to Downtown are already feeling the pressure of the influx — from Downtown and from older suburbanites moving in. If you want to buy a home in Midtown, East Memphis, Cooper-Young, etc., you’d better be pre-approved for your loan and be ready to pounce when a house you like comes on the market. Memphis’ core is a hot housing market right now.

In recognition of that, developers are moving in, buying distressed properties, doing teardowns, and putting up two or more new houses on what were once single-family lots. These new homes are often what are called “tall skinnies,” because, well, that’s what they are. Another name for them is “infill homes,” and they are going up all over Cooper-Young and elsewhere in Midtown. (The Flyer‘s Toby Sells has done numerous stories on infill housing, with more to come soon.)

On the plus side, more housing is being created in core city neighborhoods, meaning a bunch of fresh residents, bringing more businesses, new restaurants and retail, and, hopefully, new students for neighborhood schools. On the down side, there is a danger our old neighborhoods will lose their historic charm as older homes get torn down, trees get removed, and residential parking gets more difficult. Try finding a parking spot around the new Nashville export, Hattie B’s, on Cooper.

In fact, if you want to see where all this could be going, drive up to East Nashville and behold the glut of tall skinnies on street after street. Behold the young hipsters with strollers. Behold the bicyclists and coffee shops. Behold the new urbania. It’s coming, for better and for worse.

In Memphis, all the attendant paraphernalia of an “It City” — the bike lanes, the bike-share program, the Bird scooters, the moving of musicians here from Austin and Nashville, the booming South Main, Overton Square, Crosstown, Broad Avenue, and Cooper-Young entertainment/restaurant districts, the Railgartens and Urban Outfitters and Hattie B’s — it’s all developing under our very noses. Something’s happening here, Mr. Jones, and we’d better pay attention.

Case in point: We’re increasingly seeing plans for new apartment buildings springing up in Midtown, with the city offering the usual PILOT plans to “encourage” developers by allowing them to avoid taxes for an agreed-upon period of time. Whether or not those deals make sense is an open question. What shouldn’t be in question is a requirement that in order to get a PILOT, developers should have to build structures that reflect the character of the surrounding neighborhood.

Traditional Midtown apartment buildings — the Gilmore, the Kimbrough, the Knickerbocker, the apartment buildings along Poplar near Overton Park — seamlessly integrate with the cityscape and their neighborhoods. In contrast, many of the new apartment designs being given PILOTs are stark, cheap-looking boxes, seemingly built only to take advantage of the housing boom with no consideration of the visual impact on the character of our historic streetscapes.

Again, go visit Nashville — specifically, the Gulch, just south of Downtown — if you want to see how quickly these cheap-looking boxes can redefine the character of a neighborhood. Memphis needs to put serious design restrictions and guidelines in place before giving out tax breaks to developers.

If we don’t do it, “It” is going to do us.

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From My Seat Sports

Tennessee: Planet Football

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Football is alive and well in the state of Tennessee. As though this needed verification, I gave myself to America’s favorite spectator sport last week, soaking up the experience at three distinct levels — high school, college, and the NFL — in four days. Following are the lingering impressions, the sounds of whistles and colliding shoulder pads still echoing in my ears.

• Last Thursday, along with more than 45,000 fans (almost all of them wearing blue), I watched from the Liberty Bowl press box as the Memphis Tigers won a game that may prove to be the most significant in the program’s history. Surely you know the details by now: Memphis 53, Cincinnati 46. Eleven lead changes, 12 touchdowns, more than 1,300 yards of combined offense from the teams picked to win their divisions of the American Athletic Conference. All in front of a national TV audience thanks to 12 ESPN cameras.

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The most significant win in Tiger history? If the University of Memphis aspires to be a member in one of college football’s Power Five leagues, it must develop a national impression as a “football school.” Define this however you will, it’s a far cry from any impression the U of M has made on the country . . . until Thursday night. The Tigers are 4-0 and have won a school-record 11 consecutive games. Should they beat USF this Friday (and they’ll be favored), they’ll host mighty Ole Miss on October 17th in what could be a battle of undefeated Mid-South teams, each eyeing a New Year’s Six bowl game. It just keeps getting better under fourth-year coach Justin Fuente (now 21-20 on the Tiger sideline). Memphis a football school? We’re getting there.

• Friday night, I went to the Fairgrounds to take in the White Station-Bartlett game. (Disclosure: My daughter is a junior outfielder for the Spartan softball team. I had rooting interest.) There’s a corny charm about high school football under the lights, even in a city the size of Memphis. Fans (read: families) of one team sit on one side of the field, fans of the opponent occupying bleachers on the other side. Cheerleaders do their thing in front of the student section, right next to the school band, every member counting the minutes till halftime and their turn in the spotlight. The p.a. announcer takes time to inform the crowd a car in the parking lot has its lights on.

As for the football, it’s charmingly small. Many linemen barely clear 200 pounds. The kicking games are a shallow imitation of what you see in college stadiums. (Every punt is in danger of being blocked, and a 35-yard field-goal attempt is a stretch.) There are no names on the back of uniforms. (“Number 9 for the Panthers is shifty once he gets through the line of scrimmage.”) A week after scoring six touchdowns, Spartan star receiver Dillon Mitchell didn’t play, apparently nursing a minor injury suffered in practice. (Another charm: No one seemed to know exactly why the star player was sidelined.) White Station won, 17-0, to improve to 4-2 on the season. As the crowd left around 9:30 (12-minute quarters are glorious), the win seemed to mean everything. Come Saturday, life’s distractions would return.

• I grew up a Dallas Cowboys fan, and did not attend a single “Tennessee Oilers” game during the one-season layover (1997) the NFL had in Memphis. My interest in the Tennessee Titans over the years has been that of a native and resident of the state, and little more. Sunday’s tilt with Indianapolis at Nissan Stadium in Nashville was my first NFL game since a trip to Dallas in 2007. (This completed a bucket-list achievement of sorts for me, as this is the first calendar year I’ve attended games in the NBA, NHL, MLB, and NFL.) And the experience left me with two distinct impressions.

First of all, the women. If the crowd — more than 65,000 — wasn’t half female, at least 40 percent of the fans at Nissan stadium were missing a Y chromosome. (One of them was new Nashville mayor Megan Barry, sworn in just two days earlier.) For a sport overstuffed with testosterone and traumatic injuries, there is a tremendous segment of “the fairer sex” passionately devoted to the enterprise. Sitting right next to me was a woman at least 50 years old . . . and her mother. Not a man in the mix. I find this compelling because of all we here about dads and particularly moms unwilling to subject their sons to football’s violence. If so, these moms seem perfectly willing to cheer on someone else’s son.

Then there were the video boards. Behind each end zone at Nissan Stadium is what amounts to a television that runs the entire width of the field. The screens are so big, and the images so clear, that it felt at times like the watch party of the century . . . just with 22 men down on the field occupying themselves with something or other. Football, we know, is made for television. Even at NFL stadiums on Sunday.

The game? It was memorable. Making his home debut, Tennessee’s rookie quarterback Marcus Mariota led the Titans to 27 unanswered points after the Colts took an early 14-0 lead. But the 2014 Heisman Trophy winner tossed a fourth-quarter interception that allowed Andrew Luck and friends to retake the lead. Mariota led another comeback, but rookie fullback Jalston Fowler was stuffed on a two-point conversion attempt with 47 seconds left, giving Indianapolis a 35-33 win.

I’m told there was something called a Blood Moon Sunday night. It must have been in the shape of a football.

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Film/TV Film/TV/Etc. Blog

Throwback August: Nashville


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(1975; dir. Robert Altman)—In an ironic twist that would probably delight Opal, Nashville’s clueless English journalist/groupie/hyperbole machine, BBC.com recently named Altman’s rambling network narrative about country music, hero worship, God, America, life, liberty and all the rest, one of the 25 greatest American films. But I’m not part of its fan club. I wouldn’t show it to anyone as evidence of Altman’s genius, either; I’d lead with something earlier (California Split, McCabe and Mrs. Miller) or later (Short Cuts, Gosford Park) to make my case. Like David Lynch’s Blue Velvet, Nashville is a beloved work from a major artist I respect and admire that leaves me wondering what I’m missing, no matter how many times I see it.

Forty years later, Nashville’s combination of triple-decker sound design and gliding, rubbernecking three- and four-way imagery remains stimulating and fun to roam around in. But an awful lot of fat and filler gunks up this cynical 160-minute pep rally, and the alleged viewer freedom offered by Altman’s roving zooms and overlapping dialogue is seldom as radical as its reputation. Plus, the country music that keeps the film a-goin’ is often just plain bad, particularly during a wheel-spinning 20-minute concert sequence at The Grand Ole Opry. Whatever topical humor folks chuckled at back then is out of date by now, although some of the most outlandish satirical touches have indeed turned into prophecy; the campaign speeches droning on from the Hal Phillip Walker-mobile sound Trump-like in their button-pushing iconoclasm and defiant claims to political-outsider legitimacy.

Ronee Blakely as Barbara Jean in Nashville

Notwithstanding key physical and emotional contributions from polyestered, pot-bellied presences like Alan Garfield and Ned Beatty (“I’m gonna hard-boil me a couple eggs”), a thrillingly brief Elliott Gould cameo wherein he smartasses his way through a log-cabin luncheon, and everything about the indomitable Lily Tomlin, the most affecting scenes involve men humiliating and embarrassing women. Several small moments—a singer (Christina Raines) chanting unreturned “I love you”s in a hotel bed while her bedmate and band member (Keith Carradine) snoozes next to her, or Barbara Harris lurking and peeping from the wings like the Phantom of The Opry as her pantyhose and dignity tear and fray—secretly prepare you for the big, unforgettable ones. Like the meandering monologue by troubled singer Barbara Jean (Ronee Blakely, who wrote this scene the night before shooting) that sabotages her riverboat concert. Or the off-key, mostly artificial and completely deluded Gwen Welles’ disastrous performance at a men-only Hal Phillip Walker benefit. When it comes to the women of Nashville, you may say they ain’t free. And it do worry me.
Grade: B


Throwback August: Nashville

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News The Fly-By

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Mississippi, Our Neighbor

Who has the best nickname in Mississippi politics this year? I’ll give you a hint. It’s not Cleotra “Popsickle” Tanner, who’s running for Humphreys County Supervisor. And it’s not Bolivar County Constable hopeful Johnny “8-Ball” Harris either. The number-one nicknamed candidate in Mississippi politics this election season has to be John “Cheese Burger” Jones, who’s running for Constable in Tallahatchie County. McDonaldland experts agree that, if elected, Constable Cheese Burger will prove to be no match for the mumbling arch-fiend known as Hamburgler.

Cash Money

File under cool things: A grassroots effort is currently underway to place a bronze statue of Johnny Cash at the intersection of Cooper and Walker where Memphis music legend Cash and the Tennessee Two played their first show at Galloway United Methodist Church. Mississippi sculptor Bill Beckwith has been tapped to make the piece. Beckwith has previously created major works honoring Elvis Presley, William Faulkner, B.B. King, and Kermit the Frog. If funded, the sculpture will be unveiled May 1, 2016, the 60th anniversary of Cash’s “I Walk the Line.” Fund-raising on ioby for the first phase of the project has been extended through midnight, Friday, May 15th.

Neverending Elvis

While shopping in a Nashville Walmart last week, your Pesky Fly stumbled onto this “Fat Elvis” piggy bank. Taking Care of Bacon!

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Music Music Blog

Freakin’ Weekend Six

For the past six years, the collective known as Nashville’s Dead has thrown the pre-SXSW party of the year with their annual Freakin’ Weekend event. The festival boasts some of the biggest names in garage rock (The Black Lips, Jacuzzi Boys and Ty Segall have all played), and also allows some of Nashville’s best local bands to strut their stuff.

The three day, multi-venue festival is a perfect opportunity for Memphians to get acquainted with the burgeoning music scene in Nashville, and with pop-up shops, food trucks and after parties, there’s a lot to take in. Nashville’s Dead recently announced the initial lineup, with a second slew of bands presumably coming soon. Check out the insane video of Jeff The Brotherhood playing Freakin Weekend IV (and the trippy Black Lips footage) to get acquainted with the freak show, then make plans for a road trip to the capital city March 12-14. Oh yeah, if you act fast the three day pass is only $40.00. As always, the festival is dedicated to Nashville’s Dead founder Ben Todd, who passed away in 2013 at the age of 24. 

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Freakin’ Weekend Six

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News The Fly-By

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Road Trip

Okay, we get it, Nashville. Elvis slept there. But seriously, what is up with the King envy? Last week, several Flyer staffers headed to Music City for the annual Association of Alternative Newsweeklies conference. Not only was there a giant Elvis photo over the bar at our downtown hotel, the entertainment district seemed to sport more Elvis statues than Memphis has panhandlers. These are weird hybrid statues, where the head of ’70s Elvis sprouts from the body of ’50s Elvis. It would be one thing if these statues were joined by similar representations of famous Nashvillians like Junior Samples and Jack White, but no. It’s all Elvis, all the time. At least someone had the good sense to decorate this one with a “Memphis as F#@$” coldy-holdy.

On a related note, this needs to be immortalized on a T-shirt, stat.

Verbatim

“My picture was on the back of buses. I was weeping so hard, child. I cried my eyelashes off.” — Memphis soul singer Toni Green to WREG, describing the star treatment Memphis artists received at Italy’s popular Porretta Soul Festival.

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The headline of the week award goes to the Associated Press: “Priscilla Presley is asking fans of her late ex-husband Elvis Presley to ‘please calm down’ after a report that two jets once owned by the singer could be removed from Graceland.”

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Calling the Bluff Music

Open Casting Call For “Ink Master” Comes To Nashville

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Local tattoo artists seeking national exposure should consider attending an upcoming open casting call in Nashville for Spike TV’s tattoo competition series “Ink Master.”

The casting call will take place at Aloft Nashville West End (1719 West End Avenue) on January 31st. It will last from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m.

“Essentially, we are in search of those who have artistic and creative tattoo skills with an outgoing, dynamic personality,” said Ashley Rose Folino, casting assistant for “Ink Master.” “In this exciting series, highly skilled tattoo artists from around the country will compete in a high stakes competition for the chance to win $100,000 and the coveted title of Ink Master.”

Before attending the casting call, people are encouraged to submit a completed Tattoo Artist participant application along with two recent photographs of their self, a minimum of 20 digital photos of their work, and a photocopy of either their passport, driver’s license, or state ID to CastingInkMaster5@gmail.com. On the day of the casting, participating individuals should bring two photos of their self and 10 photos of their best tattoo work.

Those who are unable to attend the open casting can submit a three-minute home video along with the aforementioned documents to the highlighted email. More information on how to do so can be found here.

The casting call will be for the fifth season of the reality tattoo competition series. “Ink Master” entails sixteen tattoo artists from around the country competing for a $100,000 cash prize, an editorial feature in Inked Magazine and being labeled an official “Ink Master.” The show is hosted by legendary rock artist Dave Navarro. Along with reputable tattoo artists Chris Nunez and Oliver Peck, Navarro also judges the show.

For more information on the show or upcoming open casting calls, visit inkmastercasting.com

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Opinion

Surprise! Memphis Gains Population Since 2010

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A U.S. Census report out Thursday says Memphis is the 20th largest city in the country and its population has grown by more than 7500 people since 2010 when the school merger talk began.

The report says the population of Memphis grew from 647,612 in 2010 to 655,155 in July, 2012. The population of Shelby County increased from 928,792 to 940,764 during the same period.

“It appears we are seeing a leveling off of movement from the city as we approach the merger of the school systems,” said Maura Black Sullivan, assistant chief administrative officer for the city of Memphis.

She said annexations did not account for the increase. The Southwind residential annexation takes place this year, and the South Cordova annexation came after July of 2012.

The news is cold comfort. Both Mayor A C Wharton and Shelby County Mayor Mark Luttrell say the taxable property base is down and the property tax rate will have to rise to yield the same amount of money as last year. The schools merger takes place this year, and there could be a Big Churn when the suburbs start their own systems.

But a gain is a gain. Discount it all you want. Explain it away if you will. Knock yourself out. They’re not downplaying the numbers in Nashville. To see how one newspaper handled the report of the growth in Middle Tennessee, see this story from The Tennessean.

Some other numbers from around Tennessee and DeSoto County, Mississippi:

Davidson County (Nashville), 628,021 to 648,295. Nashville is the 25th largest city in the U.S.

Southaven passed with the 50,000 mark. It’s population is 50,374.

Fayette County, east of Shelby County, 38,413 to 38,659.

Rutherford County (Murfreesboro), 263,779 to 274,454.

Williamson County (Franklin and Brentwood south of Nashville), 184,063 to 192,911.

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Opinion

Al ‘Jazeera’ Gore, ADA, RGIII, Webb-cam, and Nashville

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Did you see where the New York Times this week did a big story on Nashville as possibly the hottest city in the United States? And with a picture featuring a mannequin of Elvis — ouch! This after Outside magazine in 2011 named Chattanooga “Best Town Ever.” Think their gain is partly our loss? I do. So what do they have that we don’t? Manageable rivers, hills or mountains, car manufacturing, and fill in the blanks.

The Memphis City Council had little choice but to vote in favor of spending another $12 million on Liberty Bowl Memorial Stadium after Robert Lipscomb played the “shut down” card. The Flyer has filed a Freedom of Information Act request for the specific documents in which the Civil Rights Division of the U.S. Justice Department says that in regard to compliance with the Americans With Disabilities Act. Meanwhile, news organizations — guess which one — that failed to report that the agreed upon 564 wheelchair and companion seats are “additional” seats to the accessible seats already there are willfully negligent.

A 1984 Memphis magazine cover with a picture of Al Gore (“Born to Run”) used to adorn the wall behind my desk at work. Since our office was remodeled, the mag cover is gone, and I won’t miss it, or him. Gore always struck me as someone that, had he been around during the Old West, would have sold used blankets to the Indians if he thought there were some bucks in it, and then proclaimed himself a humanitarian. I say this as one who voted for every Democratic Party presidential candidate from McGovern to Obama but switched to Ralph Nader in 2000. I liked Gordon Crovitz’s column on Gore and Al Jazeera the other day. And nobody has better lines about Clinton and Gore than my colleague Jackson Baker. Clinton gives you 15 seconds but it’s a good 15 seconds. Gore gives you a perfunctory handshake and a thanks for your help in Shelby County. Those were the days in the 1990s when the Memphis vote mattered and the Democratic ticket stormed into Shelby County and piled up a big margin and carried Tennessee and locked up the election. With a big assist from third-party candidate Ross Perot, of course.

Silliest debate of 2013: whether too much camera coverage and commentary was given to the Alabama quarterback’s gorgeous girlfriend, Katherine Webb, during the big game. It’s football, people! And she was a Miss USA competitor, in a bikini. And the game was a rout.

Serious debate of 2013: When teams should shut down star players. Washington D.C. is ground zero, with a baseball pitcher whose arm was saved by limiting his innings and a quarterback, RGIII, whose knee is a mess. It’s easy now to say he should have been benched sooner, if not held back the entire game, but the pressure to play him, from RGIII himself among others, must have overwhelming. I hope the success that he and Russell Wilson and other multi-threat quarterbacks in the NFL had this year gives hope to Michigan’s Denard Robinson. The Wall Street Journal this week ranked Michigan as the second most valuable football program in America. Without Robinson’s heroics the last three years, an otherwise mediocre team would have had losing records, no bowl appearances instead of three of them, no national interest and tens of thousands of empty seats at the Big House. He wasn’t the nation’s best player, but in that sense he was the most valuable.

One more item of interest from the national media. Tennessee ranks fourth most attractive in a survey of 650 business leaders by CEO Magazine about business climate in all 50 states. Low taxes and low regulations.