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Piano Man

Wyly Bigger plays just about every notable piano in town in his video, “Hello, Is That You?”, from his recently-released album, Broken Telephone.

He tickles the ivories on the spinet at Earnestine & Hazel’s and at Sun Studio, and at the grand pianos at the Peabody Skyway and the Orpheum Theatre, to name a few.

The first piano he ever played, though, was a “just a little Fisher Price kid’s piano,” says Bigger, 26.

A native of Marion, Arkansas, Bigger began picking out songs on the piano by ear when he was three. The little piano was “just a plastic, bright, and colorful thing. It probably had 10 keys on it.”

It belonged to his sister, singer-songwriter Bailey Bigger, but “she didn’t take to it at all. She could care less about it. I kind of took it over.”

Wyly’s parents bought an old piano that their church wasn’t using and put Wyly in piano lessons.

He began taking Suzuki-method piano lessons when he was 4 at the University of Memphis. “I wasn’t a huge fan of it. Just because I wanted to play by ear and I wanted to do more. Even from a long time ago I loved Elvis and Jerry Lee. That kind of music.”

Wyly even adopted the Elvis look. “For Halloween in first grade I was Elvis. My grandma sewed me a gold suit to wear like Elvis.”

Wyly Bigger (Photos: Michael Donahue)

He also began wearing gel in his hair. “I think we even got some temporary black hair dye from the party store to make it really look like Elvis.”

His next teacher made him learn music, but he also encouraged him to play by ear.

Wyly’s first public performance was playing rock-and-roll on his keyboard at Big John’s Shake Shack (now Tacker’s Shake Shop) in Marion when he was 9 years old. He continued to play there every other week when he was in high school.

He began writing instrumentals when he was about 14. “South Side of Southern,” which was “about growing up in Marion,” was his first song with lyrics.

Wyly didn’t want to sing at first. “I was terrified to sing. I didn’t like it at all.”

His piano teacher encouraged him to start singing along while he played piano during lessons.“I kind of ripped the Band-Aid off.”

Wyly majored in marketing at Mississippi State University, but he continued to play piano at night at local watering holes.

After he graduated, Wyly went to work for a marketing agency and, later, at Marion’s Sultana Disaster Museum.

But he continued to play music in public. Last July, he decided to quit his job and do nothing but music.

He began playing piano in the lobby at the Peabody, where he still plays on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. “The Peabody is a lot of everything. Outside of rock-and-roll and ’50s soul and R&B stuff, I also really love the old jazz standards. Like Cole Porter and George Gershwin-type songs.”

In 2020, Wyly recorded a self-titled EP of his songs. “Back in Love” — “just a story of unrequited love.” — got the most streams.

He describes the EP, which he and Bailey produced, as a “rock-and-roll Fats Domino-swing-type of thing. I had drums, bass, keys, guitar, and sax.” He recorded the EP at Memphis Magnetic Recording Co. with Scott McEwen doing the engineering and mixing.

Bailey, who sang background vocals on the EP, performed with Wyly on occasion back in the day at their church and at the Shake Shack. They’re both on the Madjack Records label.

He began recording his new album in May of 2023. “It took a while just ’cause we hired a team of musicians and we had to work around their schedules.”

The album features Danny Banks on drums, Jim Spake on saxophone, Mark Edgar Stuart (who produced the album) on bass, and Matt Ross-Spang on guitar.

The idea to have Wyly playing pianos all over Memphis “was all Landon Moore. He filmed, directed, and edited the whole video. He’s a bass player in town. He plays with Cyrena Wages and Marcella [Simien].”

One of Wyly’s favorite pianos is the grand piano at the Peabody Skyway. “I love to play that piano and picture myself up in one of the live big band dances they had back in the ’40s.”

He knocked all those piano pedals while wearing his black-and-white Royal Wind spectator shoes. “I bought those things at a thrift store in Starkville when I was in college”

And, he says, “I tell you, they’re a conversation piece. I can’t wear them without somebody saying, ‘Man, where did you get those shoes? Those are amazing.’”

Wyly likes to wear the shoes at the Peabody. “It will turn heads and maybe get me tips. Anytime I dress up, I’m typically going to wear those.”

To view the “Hello, Is That You?” music video, go to tinyurl.com/yckwu33k. Wyly Bigger will perform Friday, May 31st,
7 p.m., at Hernando’s Hideaway.

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MEMernet: Hijacked and Tweet of the Week

Memphis on the internet.

Hijacked

Someone — we’re guessing the guy above — apparently hijacked Brother Juniper’s Instagram account this month. A stream of delicious food photos was interrupted by three photos of the guy above. Then, the account went completely dark with an ominous note: “This account for sale. Contact DM.” The page has now been removed. 

Tweet of the Week

Posted to Twitter by St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital
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Marilyn Belz Dies

Noted philanthropist Marilyn Belz, 91, who, along with her husband of 72 years, Jack Belz, created an indelible legacy of giving in the arts, education, civic endeavors, and their Jewish faith, died Tuesday from complications of COVID-19.  belz.com

Marilyn and Jack Belz

A life-long Memphian, Mrs. Belz (nee Hanover) attended Idlewild Elementary, Fairview Junior High, and Central High School, as well as Ward-Belmont College and Memphis State. She and Jack Belz were married in 1948 at the Peabody Hotel, long before the Belzes bought and reinvented the legendary hotel in the 1970s, in what was arguably the single most important factor in the revitalization of Downtown Memphis.

There are few cultural institutions in Memphis that have not received generous gifts from the Belz family through the years. The couple founded the Belz Museum of Asian and Judaic Art in Downtown Memphis, which features a remarkable collection of jade and stone sculpture and other artworks, as well an exhibit on the Holocaust. The Belzes also gave generously to many Jewish institutions in the United States and in Israel, including the Memphis Jewish Home & Rehab Center and Yeshiva University in New York City, now home to the Belz School of Jewish Music.
 

In a statement released by the Belz family Wednesday, Marilyn Belz was cited for her “beauty, kindness, and graciousness. She sparkled at every event or occasion she and her husband Jack attended. … She was a joy to meet and an instantaneous maker of life-long friends. Everyone adored her.”

Congressman Steve Cohen said, “She did so much for Memphis in the arts and for charities, but she’ll be remembered best as a great mother, a great wife, and a sweet person. They were a great team. She and Jack had a wonderful marriage.”

Marilyn Belz is survived by her husband, Jack Belz; children Marty (Julie) Belz, Gary (Shelly) Belz, Ron (Anise) Belz, and Jan (Andy) Groveman; 13 grandchildren and their spouses; and 12 great-grandchildren. She was predeceased by a daughter, Lynn Belz.

Jack Belz is a long-standing board member of Contemporary-Media Inc., the parent company of the Memphis Flyer. 

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MEMernet: Reddit Bonanza!

Memphis dazzled on Reddit last week. Here are just a few examples.

Interesting as Duck

A gif of the Peabody Hotel duck march made the front page in a post to the r/interestingasfuck subreddit. In 24 hours, the post had more than 87,500 upvotes, 1,200 comments, and the gif had been viewed 3.5 million times.

Murica

This old (2019) tweet resurfaced over on the r/Murica subreddit.

This. This right here.

The winner of the snarkiest bumper sticker in Memphis goes to …

Posted to r/memphis by u/betweenthewinds

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Taste of Tradition: Jack Daniel’s Dinner at Peabody

Peabody Hotel celebrates its 150th anniversary this year, offering room package deals, selling special merchandise, and hosting events like the upcoming Jack Daniel’s Tasting and Dinner.

“Without Jack Daniel’s, there might not be Peabody ducks,” says Kelly Brock, director of marketing and communications at The Peabody Memphis. “It was Jack Daniel’s that our general manager Frank Schutt and his friend Chip Barwick were drinking in 1933 when they decided to play a prank and put ducks in the fountain.”

Peabody Memphis

Whiskey off a duck’s back

The ducks have been a staple in the hotel ever since this event, often referred to as “the taste that started a tradition.”

“Over the years, we’ve created a connection between ourselves and Jack Daniel’s,” says Brock. “We have now had two teams of ducks that have retired to the Jack Daniel’s distillery’s cave spring. So they swim around in the same water that is used to make Jack Daniel’s, and they feed off the corn from the back of the truck.”

On the 75th anniversary of the Peabody ducks in 2008, The Peabody and Jack Daniel’s developed an official partnership when Jack Daniel’s began supplying single barrels of whiskey, carefully selected by the hotel staff with the guests in mind, called Jack Daniel’s Peabody Select Single Barrel.

The whiskey has been a centerfold in the hotel’s menu ever since, and now, JD’s Master Distiller Jeff Arnett leads a drink tasting, featuring the Jack Daniel’s Peach Sour, limited edition whiskeys (including Jack Daniel’s own 150th anniversary variety), and whiskey-inspired hors d’oeuvres. Afterward, guests will enjoy a three-course dinner paired with whiskey-infused glazes and sauces.

Jack Daniel’s Tasting and Dinner, The Peabody Memphis, Thursday, November 7th, 6-10 p.m., $150.

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On the Clock: Memphis Animals Who Put in a Day’s Work

My three dogs haven’t worked a day in their lives. Unless you consider napping, eating, and demanding lovin’s work. That’s my oldest boy, Doogie Howser, on the cover. (Shout-out to Hollywood Feed for providing his cover-worthy wardrobe.) He’s 9 years old, and he is the very best boy. Doogie’s brought me — and, I’m certain, all who’ve encountered him — so much joy (and unsolicited slobbery kisses), so, in that sense, you could say he has put in some work. He also provided crucial insight and editorial assistance for this cover story and is awaiting his paycheck.

We thought it’d be cool to search the city for other animals putting in the time — to brighten people’s days, relieve anxiety, greet guests, or entertain the masses. We found dogs (lots of dogs), cats, ducks, fish, and even goats working various jobs in Memphis. We hope you’ll enjoy — as much as we did — getting to know more about these hard workers and how they keep business going around town. — Shara Clark

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Bee

Bee

“People come in here just to see her,” says Martha Garriott. “They know her name, and they don’t know mine.” Garriott’s referring to her toy poodle, Bee, the unofficial supervisor at Urban Earth Garden Center. Bee’s smaller than many of the lawn ornaments and flower pots the center sells, but she’s doing big, important work. From her post — a comfy bed, layered with toys, atop a tall chair behind the counter — she oversees the store. “Any time I ring up a sale, I have to put her in the chair to get on the register because she’ll bark if I don’t,” Garriott says. “She has to watch me to make sure I do it correctly.”

Bee, a former champion show dog and breeding dog, was rescued by Garriott three years ago and has been working at Urban Earth since 2017. Her duties include greeting customers (who often bring her treats and toys), modeling products for the center’s Facebook page, and providing pet therapy to her co-workers.

When Garriott first brought her home, she says, “Bee had never been on grass, she didn’t know what grass was. She had never been allowed to jump, and I don’t think she knew how to bark, she was so quiet for so long. But she’s got a very good life now. Everybody loves her.” — Shara Clark

Say hi to Bee at Urban Earth Garden Center, 80 Flicker Street.

The Peabody Memphis

Peabody Ducks

Peabody Ducks

Just like clockwork, every day at 5 p.m., after six hours of paddling around in the Peabody Hotel lobby fountain, the illustrious Peabody ducks are ready to retire to their posh Duck Palace on the rooftop. Their “valet,” head Duckmaster Doug Weatherford, steps down before the crowd of eager children and families to announce the ducks’ march back upstairs.

“All that remains is to play the John Philip Sousa ‘King Cotton March’ and march our five feathered friends single-file up the red carpet into that elevator en route to the palace on the rooftop,” he proclaims. “You, too, will have been an eyewitness to the world-famous march of the Peabody ducks!”

The five mallards — one brightly colored male and four females — step onto the red carpet and march back to their humble abode, where they will live for 90 days before they are sent back out into the wild and five of their friends come to take their place. Until then, this team of ducks will continue to enjoy their five-star Peabody Hotel experience, complete with room service — we hear the ducks turn their beaks up at iceberg lettuce, so they receive the finest romaine — and personal showers dealt by Weatherford himself.

“They’re wild animals, so we don’t give them names, and they only ‘work’ for us for 90 days,” says Weatherford. “Our object here is to make sure that they’re healthy and that they remain as unchanged as possible.” — Julia Baker

Watch the ducks march (11 a.m. and 5 p.m. daily) at The Peabody Memphis, 118 S. Second.

T. Clifton Gallery

Argus

Argus

A low bark — almost a grunt — was heard when I entered T. Clifton Art and Custom Framing Gallery. The sound came from a huge ball of fur on the floor. It was Argus, a chocolate St. Bernard who, at the age of 10, is a Broad Avenue legend. The gallery even sells T-shirts bearing Argus’ likeness.

“He’s come to work with me every day since he was 7 weeks old,” says gallery owner Tom Clifton. And this is a gallery filled with glassware, some items priced at thousands of dollars, on open shelves. “Ever since he was a puppy, he’s never broken a thing.”

Argus isn’t a guard dog per se, but he “senses things I don’t,” Clifton says. He’ll let out a “woof, almost a grunt,” which is fitting because Clifton named Argus after a mythological Greek “warrior guard.” Argus, who’s been in FedEx TV commercials and various fashion shoots and brought cheer to nursing homes, is recognized when Clifton goes out.

The first time Clifton saw Argus, he was in a pen with other puppies. Argus walked up to the side of the pen, put his paw on the edge, and stared at him. “That was it,” Clifton says. “From that moment, we’ve been inseparable.” — Michael Donahue

Visit Argus at T. Clifton Art and Custom Framing Gallery, 571 Broad Avenue.

Bruce VanWyngarden

The Goats of Beale

The Goats of Beale

Angelina and Zena are a pair of 5-year-old goats who patrol the west side of the patio at Silky O’Sullivan’s on Beale. They are the fourth pair of goats to inhabit the famed joint since it opened in 1992, a result of a brainstorm by the club’s legendary founder, the late Silky Sullivan. “A goat named Puck is part of Irish mythology,” says club senior manager Jay Wells. “And Silky thought goats would be a great fit for the club. And they have been. People come from far and wide to see them, and they love visitors.”

The goats’ quarters, which include ramps and steps and private spaces, are separated from the customers by a couple of fences, mostly to keep patrons from feeding them or, worse, giving them beer. But Wells let me get up close and personal with A and Z, and let me tell you, they are the sweetest animals you could imagine, affectionate and curious and more than happy to nuzzle faces with their visitor.

“They have a better health plan than I do,” says Wells. “The vet comes regularly to trim their hooves and horns and check them out. They come from a goat farm near Atoka, which is where they retire at some point.”

And what do they eat? “Purina Goat Chow,” says Wells. Well, that, and the saltine crackers I gave them.

— Bruce VanWyngarden

Meet Angelina and Zena at Silky O’Sullivan’s, 183 Beale Street.

Jesse Davis

Zen

Zen

It’s the most common trope in comic books — the traumatic origin story. Wolverine underwent horrible experiments. Ditto Rocket Raccoon, X-23, and the Winter Soldier. Well, real-life comic dog Zen might have them all beat.

“We think she was a bait dog because her ears are clipped, and they’re not professionally clipped. And she had gnarly scars on her head and her legs. She’s filling in now, but she was skinny. She was rough,” says Shannon Merritt, co-owner of 901 Comics and 901 Games and dog-father to Zen.

Like Professor X giving Wolverine a home, Merritt found Zen at Memphis Animal Shelter, whisked her away, and gave her a new home and a new purpose — to patrol the aisles of the comic store, nosing out head-scratches and belly-rubs from customers.

Patrons of 901 Comics will doubtless remember M.J., the mascot of Merritt’s Bad Dog Comics line, who lost her battle with cancer in the winter of 2018. “I had a real tough time when M.J. passed,” Merritt says, though Zen is doing her best to fill the pit-bull-sized hole in his heart. The pair stick together and support each other. “She comes with me whenever I’m working,” Merritt says. “She’s okay with everybody coming in here.” — Jesse Davis

Rub Zen’s belly at 901 Comics, 2162 Young Avenue.

Metal Museum

Spatz

Metal Museum

Mr. Fuller

Spatz and Mr. Fuller

If there’s a sweeter gig than bookstore cat, it can only be museum cat. What better way to pass the time than to pad about the museum grounds keeping an eye out for pests — or for friendly tourists willing to bestow belly rubs? Indeed, resident Metal Museum cats Spatz and Mr. Fuller have it made in the shade. Mr. Fuller is a lazy tabby who showed up in 2008, and Spatz, the wilder of the two, is a black cat who made his first appearance in 2015.

Don’t be fooled by their sweet gig, though, the cats do work. They’re mascots, says youth initiative coordinator Darcie Beeman-Black, who has incorporated the cats into the educational materials for youth groups, like the “I Spy” program and Spatz’s scavenger hunt. Even the cats’ names are teaching tools. “A fuller is a tool in the blacksmith’s shop. It’s a peg that fits perfectly into a slot of the same size, and they use it to make curves in metal,” Beeman-Black explains. “Spatz is the protective covering you wear over your shoes in the foundry. They named him Spatz because when he was a kitten, he was always at your feet.

“They are tough cats. They’re in the shop a lot,” Beeman-Black adds. When they aren’t in the shop, they can be seen lounging around the grounds. Mr. Fuller can usually be found near the sculpture of an ant. “You can just walk up to him and scratch his belly,” Beeman-Black says. “He’s really sweet.” — Jesse Davis

See Spatz and Mr. Fuller at the Metal Museum, 374 Metal Museum Drive.

Jon Sparks

Molly

Molly

Molly greeted me at the door to All About Bikes with a wag and a cold nose. “Come in,” she said, “and try out one of our Baja Trikes. They’re a nice, easy ride for Boomers.” I glared at her: “Are you saying I’m old?” I barked. She looked back with kindly, soulful eyes and nuzzled me saying, “It’s okay, I’m 12 years old, so I’m sympathetic. We can get you a comfortable seat as well.”

I harrumphed and looked at Tommy James, the shop’s co-owner and devoted minion to Molly. Ignoring my snit, he explained the store was formerly All About Pets, and you can see the one-time resident dog Shelby memorialized on the back wall. The mission changed, but a canine presence was preserved, and sweet, laid-back Molly has the run of the place, sometimes going out front to take in the air and receive visitors who often will come by just to say hi to her. Tommy doesn’t seem to take offense. I scratch Molly behind the ears and say, “Okay, you got something in a comfort bike?” She gives me a nudge. “Walk this way,” she says. “I got you.”

— Jon W. Sparks

Let Molly assist you at All About Bikes, 621 S. Mendenhall.

Bass Pro

Bass Pro

Fish, Ducks, and Alligators (Oh my!)

“There he is! There’s the surgeon!” That was the cry from a youthful visitor to the Bass Pro Shops at the Pyramid during a visit last week. The lad, who was eager to communicate his excitement to a group of peers being squired by adults, was no doubt a vacationer from elsewhere, like many, perhaps most, of the visitors to the Memphis riverside attraction.

The young man was verbally mistaken; there was no doctor swimming in the pool where he was pointing. But there was a bona fide sturgeon — a big fish that was clearly an exotic being, a long, silver eminence among the dark lesser spawn swimming in the murky waters on the Pyramid floor. It’s not the dolphins at SeaWorld, but these aquatic creatures are an attraction all the same for the people who come to the Bass Pro Pyramid, not only to purchase outdoors ware but, it would seem, to get a whiff of the natural outdoors world while they’re at it.

The fish are real; so are the ducks in another pool, and the alligators swimming in a tank near the elevator. There are other wild creatures on view at Bass Pro — bears, moose, wild boars, for example, but these are stuffed animals or facsimiles of the real thing. Not working stiffs like the fish and the ducks. Just plain stiffs. But they all, real or fabricated, earn their keep.

— Jackson Baker

See the creatures of the great outdoors indoors at Bass Pro Shops, 1 Bass Pro Drive.

Maya Smith

Axel

Axel

While brothers Darin and Josh Throndson are busy making teeth and other dental supplies at Innovative Dental Technologies’ lab in Crosstown Concourse, Axel, their chocolate brown cane corso, is there for moral support. Only a year old, Axel already weighs about 120 pounds. He’s giant but gentle, they say.

The brothers say tug-of-war is one of his favorite pastimes. He also enjoys the dog park on the Crosstown campus. But, their friendly companion spends most of the work day sleeping. And he’s a snorer. The brothers say the snoring is sometimes distracting but a reliable source of laughter.

Since Crosstown is dog-friendly, Axel comes to work every day with the brothers, who work long hours, sometimes 60 hours a week. “He’s good company and it’s allowed, so why not bring him?”

He’s been coming to the lab since he was a puppy. The brothers carried him to the fourth-floor office in a laundry basket until he was big enough to walk. When Crosstown regulars see Axel now, they are surprised that this is the same dog that had to be carried in a basket, the brothers say.

— Maya Smith

Axel’s hard at work at Innovative Dental Technologies, 1350 Concourse Avenue, Suite 450.

Daniel McGarry

Buster

Buster

When I walk into Clearview Family Eyecare, Buster is on the receiving end of joyful head-scratches being doled out by a curly-haired toddler while her parents finalize their appointment. According to his owner, Dr. Seth Salley, he’s the clinic’s Chief Happiness Officer or CHO.

His primary duty, aside from rigorous napping, is greeting people. “When he hears somebody walk in, he comes out and sniffs them and says hi,” Salley says. “And then he sits on people’s feet.” His presence also tends to take the edge off for nervous patients. “I had an autistic kid in here a couple of weeks ago, and he was talking to Buster and me. When we got through the exam, his mom said, ‘I don’t know what happened, but he never talks to doctors … I think it was Buster.’ He just has that effect.”

Buster, 5, is an English Springer Spaniel imported from Sweden by breeders in Mason, Tennessee. “He was a breeding prospect, but they told me, ‘He’s so laid-back, he won’t breed.'” He’s been working as Clearview’s online mascot, welcome crew, and calming agent since he was adopted six months ago. His Swedish export pedigree papers list his given name as Big Brazzel Dragon Fly, but at the request of Salley’s kids, they renamed him Buster, after Andy’s dog in Toy Story. — SC

Feel Buster’s serenity at Clearview Family Eyecare, 618 Oakleaf Office Lane, #100.

Toby Sells

Lucy

Lucy

When Lucy does her job, there are no good options. “If you’re right, it’s bad,” says K9 Officer Brian Jenkins. “If you’re wrong, it’s bad, just in a different way.”

Lucy is a German Wirehaired Pointer, a stocky, beautiful dog with a gray/chocolate coat. Brimming with energy, she bursts through a door at Memphis International Airport, and her nose immediately goes to the ground. Over a bag, behind the gate desk, and up and down the rows of empty seats, Lucy hunts bombs. Lucy was trained at Lackland Air Force Base. Some of her kennel mates joined the military, sniffing out explosives in Iraq and Afghanistan. Lucy met Jenkins and came to Memphis, keeping the airport here safe with the Transportation Security Administration.

After a few more sniffs, Lucy sits. Jenkins throws her a tennis ball, pets her head, and praises her good work. It was a training exercise, of course. If it was real, only bad options would be left. It’s either a “multi-million-dollar mistake” to dump the concourse, re-screen passengers, and recall aircraft, or, “there’s a bomb in my airport,” Jenkins says. Lucy just thinks she’s playing, though. Yes, she goes home with Jenkins at night. And, yes, “she has her own bedroom.” But, no, you should not pet Lucy. She’s working to keep you safe, and pets from strangers aren’t part of her training. — Toby Sells

See Lucy in action — no touching, please! — at Memphis International Airport, 2491 Winchester Road.

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Food & Drink Hungry Memphis

Capriccio’s BBQ Salad in a Jar

Capriccio Grill at The Peabody has a new concept for their lunch menu, “Modern Southern Comfort.” There are daily specials (beef brisket on Mondays, fried chicken on Wednesdays), as well as Southern staples such as shrimp & grits, fried green tomatoes, and deviled eggs.

One of the new items on the menu, BBQ Salad in a Mason Jar ($10). Hey, we’re in the South, so why not put our salads in a mason jar? I love it and the mason jar gives the dish charm.

The mason jar is filled with braised turkey shank, kidney beans, coleslaw, BBQ dressing, and comes with two large pieces of hearts of romaine lettuce.

Everything is layered, so I mixed it all together. The first thing that stands out is how creamy the coleslaw is. The braised turkey shank is nice and sweet. You really don’t taste the BBQ sauce, and there’s more coleslaw than meat. However the size of the dish is deceptive. It looks small but there’s a lot of food in the jar. I was full when I was done.

This is pretty much a yummy BBQ sandwich without the bread. I actually forked a little bit of everything out of the Mason Jar and put it right on top of the pieces of lettuce. It’s a creative, mini lettuce BBQ sandwich. Don’t let the fact that this menu item is under the salad section fool you. It’s far from a salad!

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Godless In Memphis

Last September, WMC-TV news anchor Joe Birch turned to the camera and told his viewers that Memphians were “raging” because the Peabody Hotel was hosting a “controversial” convention over Easter weekend. “American Atheists are coming, and with them a guest speaker from the Satanic Temple,” Birch warned, before tossing the story to reporter Sasha Jones, who further framed the event as a “slap in the face,” to area Christians.

Nobody at Channel 5 differentiated between satanists and atheists. Neither did anybody clarify that members of the Satanic Temple aren’t devil worshipers either. The Temple was founded by activists who use parody, public sculpture, and satirical coloring books to defend the separation of church and state.

WMC’s breathless appeal to viewer emotions, conflating atheism with satanic activity, was a textbook example of what Danielle Muscato, public relations director for American Atheists describes as “the stigma.”

Danielle Muscato

“People have this opinion that you can’t possibly be moral if you don’t believe in God,” Muscato says. “And this isn’t a just a passive conclusion that they come up with on their own, it’s something that is actively being taught to religious people by religious leaders.”

Muscato’s comments are in line with the findings in a 2012 University of British Columbia (UBC) study published by the Journal of Personal and Social Psychology. The study showed that nonbelievers, one of America’s fastest growing demographics, is also one of the nation’s most misunderstood and mistrusted groups. The UBC study found that 55 percent of religious people wouldn’t vote for an atheist political candidate, no matter how qualified he or she might be. They don’t want their children marrying atheists, and in some cases Americans are even more likely to trust rapists over nonbelievers.

Study co-author, Will Gervais, has described the antipathy toward atheists as being especially “striking” since this isn’t a visible or politically powerful group.

Evidence of that distrust and antipathy surfaced recently in a highly publicized rant by Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty fame. Robertson, a vocal Christian, spoke at a prayer breakfast in Florida and shared a terrifying parable about an atheist who’s bound to a chair and forced to watch while two men molest and murder his daughters and his wife.

“You’re the one who says there is no God, there’s no right, there’s no wrong,” Robertson’s imaginary rapists tell the atheist, after cutting off the man’s hypothetical “manhood.”

“Our national conventions are always on Easter weekend,” Muscato says, dispelling any rumors that the date was chosen as a personal affront to Robertson or anybody else celebrating the holiday. “We choose Easter for practical reasons: We can get a great deal on hotel and convention space. And we’re atheists, so we don’t have anything else to do.”

Peabody Hotel publicist Kelly Brock Earnest corroborates Muscato’s story. She describes the atheist booking as a “good piece of business” for a holiday weekend that is a historically slow time for local convention and hospitality industries. “For us, this is like hosting a Canadian group over the Fourth of July. It’s not their holiday.”

Some local media may have attempted to induce an old-fashioned satanic panic, but Muscato says Memphis and the Peabody have made the group feel welcome. “The Peabody is the first hotel that’s ever wanted our business,” he says. “Because we’re an atheist group, it’s not unusual for people to be wary of working with us. Sometimes they just outright decline to work with us.”

“Business as usual” is how Earnest describes the relationship. “We don’t discriminate for religious reasons. We’ve hosted all kinds of groups: Methodist, Baptist, Jewish, and others.”

From the Peabody’s perspective, the Easter atheists represent almost 1,000 “room nights,” filling half the hotel at its peak. “It’s good for Memphis,” Earnest says. “This is a group that doesn’t have a lot of evening events scheduled, so you know they’ll be going out to Beale Street and eating in downtown restaurants.”

American Atheists and its outspoken president, David Silverman, have been known to openly court controversy. This spring, for example, while Tennessee lawmakers worked in relative obscurity on HB566, a measure that empowers medical students with strong religious convictions to say no to ideas and patients they object to, the 51-year-old advocacy group for non-believers made headlines with one of its irreverent billboard campaigns.

The “Looks like we’re skipping church again!” slogan that appeared on billboards in Memphis got American Atheists banned in Nashville for being disrespectful. “We were told that using the words “Easter” and “church” was aggressive and offensive to another group,” Muscato says, allowing that there must be a different set of standards governing another towering billboards in the Nashville suburb of Portland, Tennessee, that quotes a flagrantly anti-gay passage from the book of Leviticus: “Thou shalt not lie with a man as with a woman. It is an abomination.”

Tweaking theists isn’t the only thing American Atheists does, nor is it the group’s primary objective. The national conventions, like the one being held in Memphis this week, promote the concept of an atheist community and serves to remind those who feel isolated after leaving religion that they aren’t alone.

Muscato describes the American Atheists’ convention as having a “party atmosphere.” There’s a costume component. Comedians are scheduled to entertain. Actors Trace Beaulieu and Frank Conniff, best known for their various roles in the sci-fi comedy show Mystery Science Theater 3000, will perform a live show riffing on the film God’s Not Dead starring former Hercules actor Kevin Sorbo.

The convention, which runs April 2nd-5th, also boasts an educational component. “We have 30 or 40 of the biggest names in atheism speaking about various topics,” Muscato says. Notable guests include Dr. Paul Offit, author of Bad Faith: When Religious Belief Undermines Modern Medicine, and controversial Somali-born women’s rights activist and Harvard fellow Ayaan Hirsi Ali, the convention’s keynote speaker. Ali’s dramatic personal story and commitment to women’s justice issues are as compelling as her uncompromising views on Islam are divisive.

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2015 National Convention

Godless in Memphis

“Where do you go to church?”

If you live anywhere in the Bible Belt, you’re probably familiar with this line of inquiry. It’s one of those little “getting to know you” questions Southerners ask, right alongside, “Where ya from?” and “What do you do?”

It’s a question that, according to a Pew Research poll, more and more Americans are having trouble answering. One-fifth of the U.S. public and a full third of adults under 30 now describe themselves as being religiously unaffiliated. Six percent of all adults describe themselves as being atheist or agnostic. The newly irreligious trend younger. They’re more likely to be single white males. Income and education levels are in line with the general population, though fully committed atheists and agnostics are more likely to have at least one college degree. Geographically speaking, non-religious Americans are more scattered than one might imagine, though the density is greatest in Western states. And, as one might expect, the numbers drop considerably in the South, which is more heavily populated with evangelical protestants.

That’s what makes the “Where do you go to church” question tricky, because many members of this small but growing population choose to remain at least partially closeted due to a lingering stigma brought about by generations of religion-fueled mistrust and misunderstanding. According to one member of the Memphis Atheists meetup group, it’s sometimes even more difficult for African Americans to live openly as atheists. The African-American church played such a large role in the civil rights movement that, for the faithful, leaving religion is seen as a double betrayal.

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David Lieberman and Jason Grosser

It’s difficult to gage how many atheists live in Memphis. But as Jason Grosser of the Memphis Freethought Alliance says, the best way to push back against preconceived ideas is to be open and engage people. What follows is a snapshot of Godless Memphis based on interviews with a handful of atheists, humanists, and irreligious people who live here.

Recovery

Nick Saites wanted his traditional 12-step recovery program to work. “I wasn’t resistant to the idea of humbling myself in any way,” he says, recalling how difficult it was to communicate with his sponsor, a Christian man who volunteered to walk Saites through the steps and always brought the conversation back to Jesus Christ. “I literally got down on my knees in front of my bathroom toilet exactly as my sponsor instructed,” Saites, a research assistant at the UT Health Science Center, recalls. “I put my hands together right there in the bathroom and I said the prayer that he asked me to pray.”

But no matter how perfectly Saites went through the motions, nothing changed. He knew he was just another alcoholic kneeling in front of the toilet.

“My sponsor and I got to a point where we couldn’t have a single conversation that didn’t have something to do with God. I tried to make it work for me. I’d say ‘Okay, God is the wisdom of the group.’ My sponsor fired me. He literally told me, ‘I’m firing you!’

“I come from a family with addictive behaviors,” Saites says, recounting his own struggle, the multiple blackouts he suffered, and a desperate decision to seek help. “I was afraid for my life, my sanity, my well being, and my quality of life for my future. It was all dependant on the next course of action that I took. Someone in that state, whose beliefs are already congruent can come into a 12-step program and it’s optimal. But for somebody who doesn’t have those beliefs, it can be a very dangerous place.”

Unable to locate any secular meeting groups in the region, Saites decided to start his own. He also founded Memphis Comprehensive Recovery Network (MemphisCRN.org) with the help of two previously existing programs, Secular Organization for Sobriety (SOS), and SMART Recovery, a self-management and recovery training program.

“We’ve averaged about eight people a meeting,” Saites says. He estimates that as many as 200 people have sampled his program since it launched in 2014. “A lot of people don’t show back up after the first meeting, but that’s true of support groups generally. What we do know now is that there’s a demand for this kind of group in Memphis.”

Party Wing

The Memphis Atheists group describes itself as “the party wing” of Memphis’ godless community. The group, which has more than 600 Facebook contacts but only about 40 dues-paying members, organizes good movie nights, bad movie nights, and Dungeons & Dragons nights. They also organize frequent meetups that take place at area restaurants and bars like Schweinehaus, Wiseacre, and LBOE, where members can get together for drinks and conversation. Although the community defines itself by its disbelief, religion and atheism are less likely to be discussed than topics related to the latest craft beers and where one might find the best handmade spanakopita.

Oompah music blares and beer steins clink together at Schweinehaus, a German restaurant on Overton Square, as it fills up for the dinner rush. In comparatively hushed tones, a man sitting at the end of the Memphis Atheists’ table recounts the time when his children started expressing their own doubts about God. “I told them to keep their mouths shut,” he says, describing their suburban neighborhood and school as a potentially unfriendly environment for atheists.

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Liz Hoffmaster

He’s immediately scolded by his friend Liz Hoffmaster, an area nurse, and an out and proud nonbeliever. She runs the Memphis Atheists meetup website and has watched the group grow and evolve.

“Nearly everybody who joined the Memphis Atheists group was raised religiously,” Hoffmaster says. “It’s very rare to find someone in the South who wasn’t raised with religion. Inevitably, at their first meetup, they want to tell their story about coming out of religion, and so they do and we say, “Oh that’s cute, we don’t like that either. And then we get on to the party, which is what it’s really all about.”

Hoffmaster describes the Memphis Atheists meetup group as being mostly younger people, though there appears to be considerable age, race, and gender diversity. “When I first took over the group, most of the members came from somewhere else. Now a surprising number come from Memphis,” she says. “Many of them are still afraid to be open with their family and work.

“There’s a lot of social awkwardness,” Hoffmaster says of Memphis Atheists. “And there’s a lot of fun. … The friends I have made through the group are more like family than my actual family.”

Dating Games

Paul Ringger couldn’t find a date. Not in Memphis, anyway. Not using online dating services. It didn’t matter that he’s a smart, accomplished guy, who’s traveled around the world twice. The data didn’t line up. This is, apparently, a common lament for nonbelievers seeking nonbelievers in the South.

Ringger’s a lifelong Memphian. He was raised in the Lutheran church and attended religiously affiliated schools, but he says he’s not sure that he ever believed in God.

“I’ve been an altar boy, I have experience,” says Ringger, whose family owned a bookstore, providing him with uncommon access to information even in the dark days before the internet. He also grew up across the street from his uncle, William Eggleston, the celebrated photographer and famous bon viviant.

He developed a questioning, occasionally combative nature that made some people uncomfortable, including his Sunday school teachers. One adult even accused him of being, “possessed by demons,” when she heard he’d been talking about Eastern religions. “I could be a little disruptive,” he says.

Ringger occasionally attends church and sings from the hymnal. He finds value in cultural literacy and sometimes takes advantage of volunteer programs at Calvary Episcopal.

“Volunteering isn’t a big part of my life,” he says, but allows that civically minded churches like Calvary can be a welcoming place for humanists who want to help out and a good place for believers and nonbelievers to mingle while making breakfast for the homeless.

“Every time someone asked, ‘What church do you go to,’  I would tell them I don’t believe in God. I’m an atheist really.’ Good conversations resulted.”

After his divorce, Ringger started looking into online dating services like eHarmony and OkCupid. He wanted to meet new people with a similar cultural background and see what it might be like to go out on dates in the Memphis area with people who shared his interests. “I did a questionnaire for eHarmony. I’d seen it on TV and thought I’d check it out,” Ringger says. “They said, ‘Sorry there’s no one compatible with you on here.’

“I’m a nerd,” Ringger says, laying out his next move. He went online and found user forums that collected data from dating sites related to things like education, religion, and how far a person has traveled from their home over the course of his or her life. Using that information, he created a series of dating maps. And then he combined them in photoshop in order to discover just how far he’d have to travel for a match.

“It was like I lived in this black hole,” he says, describing what the map told him about his pitiful hometown prospects.

It’s not all bad news for nonbelievers looking for a date online. OkCupid ran an analysis of 500,000 first contacts and discovered that mentioning one’s religion helps, but paradoxically, it helps atheists more than believers.

Un-Church

What’s the biggest myth about atheists? Jason Grosser, the driving force behind Memphis Freethought Alliance (MFA), says he thinks it’s that all atheists are out to destroy religion.

“I think people would be surprised by how many of them are strong supporters of religious liberty.” Grosser allows that every group has its fundamentalists and firebrands, but finds that the majority of people he encounters just want religion out of government.

Grosser, a behavioral analyst and consultant by trade, says he’s thankful for his religious friends. “They give me tips,” he says, enjoying both the irony, and the perspective. “When I’ve complained about certain growing pains [with the group], my friends have assured me that small churches go through all the same problems.”

The MFA is a not-for-profit organization that creates opportunities for the variously unaffiliated to find community and intellectual stimulation. The group holds two book club meetings weekly, and two “Occam’s Cafe” groups, where participants discuss current events.

The 445 people connected to Memphis Freethought are connected by way of Meetup.com. “We used to be a much smaller group,” Grosser says. “A lot of people are hesitant to admit that they’re atheist. But it gets bigger every year by 50 or 60 members.

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Brianne Klamer of the Memphis Freethought Alliance

“It’s really fulfilling when somebody says, ‘I’m so glad this is in Memphis.’ Because here we are, in the center of the Bible Belt, and usually these are people who are trying to connect to a community. Churches are very community-oriented, so what we’ve been doing is setting up an alternative community.”

Passing

It’s difficult to pick an atheist out of a crowd. Eric Gottlieb, a Memphis math professor, is a soft-spoken dog lover who only discusses his non-belief when he encounters a kindred spirit and the subject somehow arises. He doesn’t belong to any atheist clubs or organizations.

“I really appreciate people whose beliefs motivate them,” he says recalling the good works his Presbyterian neighbors have done and the generosity they’ve shown to troubled kids they’ve taken in and helped. He says he hasn’t experienced much in the way of intolerance. As far as intolerance goes, I don’t think Memphis is the worst place you could live,” he says, allowing that respect is sometimes another matter.

Shortly after moving from Miami to Memphis, Gottlieb experienced a bit of culture shock. “My wife and I were in Pottery Barn, when this kid who couldn’t have been more than 10, maybe younger, asks if I’ve accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I said, ‘No.’ Then he asked if he could pray with me. I said, ‘No.’ This kid was persistent and really had his patter down. After about five minutes, he finally said, ‘Well, if you want to go to Hell, I can’t save you.'”

Gottlieb was gobsmacked. “If I’d have picked my jaw up off the floor and put it back in my head I might’ve said something like, ‘That’s rude for you to make these assumptions about me and my beliefs.'”

Gottlieb isn’t an “in your face” person but he does think “in your face” atheists and activists make a good point. “It’s like being gay,” he says. “If someone doesn’t know any gay people, it’s easier for them to say, ‘Those people shouldn’t be allowed to get married.’ But if your brother or your sister is gay, and you see them in a relationship and they’re kind to each other and have kids that they’re trying to raise and you understand what challenges it poses for them, that makes you more sympathetic, more empathetic.

“I think it’s important for people to know atheists,” Gottlieb says. “I guess I see that as being a solution — for atheists to be respectful but open about their own views.”

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Charlie Vergos, 1926-2010

Charlie Vergos in 1968

  • Charlie Vergos in 1968

Charlie Vergos, who turned a cluttery barbecue restaurant tucked away in a downtown alley into a Memphis — no, I’d say a national — institution, passed away Saturday morning. Considered by many as the unofficial “mayor” of Memphis, he will be missed by many, and his praises will be sung by others better at these things than I am.

I had just found an interesting old news tidbit on Charlie just a few days ago, and I guess there’s no better time to share it.

Lots of people think that The Rendezvous has always been in that exact same location, just across from The Peabody, but that’s not true. When Charlie started the place back in the late 1940s, it was originally in a different alley — the one with the unusual name of November 6th Street — a block away. They always say “location, location, location” is the most important thing in the restaurant business, and I guess Charlie just had a thing for alleys. A December 1968 story in KEY magazine told about the move to the new location and included the rather dark and grainy photo that you see here.

Here’s the story:

NEW LOCATION FOR CHARLES VERGOS
The changing Memphis skyline has made many firms relocate. When plans were announced to tear down the building above him, Charles Vergos had to move his Rendezvous. He is now open just a block away from his old address in the alley called November 6th Street. His new address is the Downtowner Alley behind the Downtowner Motor Inn, between Monroe and Union. Enter the alley from Union, between 2nd and 3rd Streets, which is between the present Downtowner Building and its new high-rise addition. Charlie has retained much of the captivating atmosphere of the old place with many surprising new features of the new location. Specialty of the house? His nationally famous charcoal ribs, of course.

It would have been interesting, I think, to see the Rendezvous when it was brand-new. The place seems ancient and rather timeless, and I hope it always remains so. But don’t go searching for it in the “Downtowner Alley.” City leaders renamed the lane Charles Vergos Rendezvous Alley years ago in his honor.

Rest in peace, Mr. Vergos. You were quite a guy.

PHOTO COURTESY KEY MAGAZINE

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Monte’s Drive-In on Summer

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Everyone who remembers Monte’s — a popular hangout on Summer — may get confused when they see old photos of the building, because there were actually two Monte’s.

The original (shown here) was a tiny, 28-seat drive-in, which opened in 1937 at 3053 Summer, just across the streem from Leahy’s Tourist Court (now Trailer Park). Then, in the early 1970s, a second and much larger Monte’s — this one with 250 seats, a private dining room, and even an outdoor garden, opened farther east, at the corner of Summer and Isabel.

Both eateries, as you probably gathered, were owned and operated by a fellow named Monte Robinson. He got his start in the restaurant business by buying and operating the old Skillet Restaurant across the street from The Peabody. It was slow-going at first, but he made a success of it, and even purchased two other Skillet restaurant, one near the Hotel Claridge, another close to the Hotel Gayoso, along with the old Shanty Cafe on Court Square.