Episode Named After: Elvis' Sun Records cover song of the Arthur Gunter original. Elvis' version hit #5 on the Billboard Country Singles chart in July 1955.
Plot Synopsis: Dwight (Jason Lee) sniffs out some graffiti artists just by staring them down — he's a crime whisperer or like the guy in The Mentalist. Alex (Sunny Mabrey) is introduced as Dwight's ex-wife with benefits. Dwight and Whitehead (Sam Hennings) straighten out some fighting youths and check out one of the boys' strange tale about a daddy kidnapped by terrorists. The boy's mom, Cleo (special guest star Juliette Lewis), plays dumb but the truth comes out in dribs and drabs. Dwight joins his mom and her neighbor on a date. Dwight's dad is revealed to have been a Memphis police officer. Whitehead reveals his thespian proclivities. Dwight plays "Baby, Let's Play House" alone on his couch.
Local musician and power pop cult figure Tommy Hoehn died on Thursday at age 55 after a long struggle with cancer.
Hoehn is perhaps best known as a sometime collaborator with the members of Big Star (he sang back-up on Third/Sister Lovers) and the Scruffs, but was a gifted pop artist in his own right, releasing two fine solo albums in the mid-late 70s on London Records. The 1977 single “Blow Yourself Up” was his biggest hit, eventually earning Hoehn a new generation of followers thanks to its inclusion on 1993 Rhino Records compilation D.I.Y.: Come Out and Play: American Power Pop I (1975-78).
Hoehn's last official release came in 2002 with Blue Orange, his second album as a duo with friend and fellow Memphis pop legend Van Duren. He was also hard at work on new solo album before his most recent hospitalization; the project is now slated to be completed by his many friends in the local music scene later this year.
Hoehn's memorial service is scheduled for 11 a.m. on Monday at the Church of the Holy Communion, 4645 Walnut Grove Road.
This Saturday, June 26, the emerging local hard rock trio the Dirty Streets will headline an interesting three band bill at the Hi-Tone Cafe. Dubbed “RootStock,” the show will also feature Black Rock Revival and the Sheriffs of Nottingham.
The concept behind RootStock, according to show promoter LaDonna Marie, is simple.
“Basically, myself and the boys in the bands all feel that the everyone's music comes from the roots of rock n roll, 60s and early 70s stuff,” she says. “Each band has that as a common thread, even though there are differences in their sounds as well.”
Is this what Memphis is? Memphis Beat thinks so. The show, premiering tonight on TNT at 9 p.m. and airing on Tuesdays throughout the summer, embraces these associations. The extent to which you, as a Memphian, or you, as a neophyte, can live with the portrayal will determine the level of your enjoyment. (By the way, look for Chris Herrington’s Flyer cover story, out tomorrow, about the city from Mystery Train to Memphis Beat.)
Based solely on the pilot, titled “That’s Alright, Mama,” the show is a failure on multiple levels and a success on others. Jason Lee (My Name is Earl) stars as Memphis police detective Dwight Hendricks, an unconventional investigator who performs hometown songs for big crowds at night. His day and nighttime jobs are full of one thing: love for Memphis.
Saturday we were running on fumes after two days camping in the muggy heat and walking back and forth from Centeroo. Staying hydrated was key to our survival and drinking beer helped to lighten the discomfort. I realized you kinda have to maintain a buzz if you plan to make it through the entire fest. Otherwise, the heat, lack of shade, crowds, long lines (for everything), and disgusting port-a-johns might get the better of you.
Alas, we trudged on, blistered feet and all, to hear some tunes. We caught the godfathers of grunge, The Melvins, who rocked the crowd with their sometimes off-key, unkempt guitar riffs and wailing vocals. Next, we stopped by to see Jack White's newest project, The Dead Weather, before walking over to Which Stage for Weezer. Weezer played an awesome set, including lots of oldies like "Why Bother," "Say It Ain't So," and "The Sweater Song." Near the end, they covered MGMT's "Kids," mashing it up with Lady Gaga's "Poker Face." They closed their show with "Buddy Holly" as thousands of fans sang along.
Though we planned to see several other acts Saturday night, we were all exhausted. We walked back to camp for a nap, which (oops!) lasted until 7:30 Sunday morning. That's the thing about Bonnaroo. It's next to impossible to catch everything. There's just so much going on, and only so much you can handle.
Friday I spent the day hopping from the Comedy Tent to What Stage to Which Stage. Then to This Tent, That Tent, and The Other Tent. And yes, those are literally the stage names. Way to confuse the hippies
Day two was rough — scorching, inescapable sun, thick humidity, and temps near 100 degrees. But we made it through, first seeing comedian Margaret Cho who (staying classy) joked about pooping and anal sex. Next, there was Tenacious D, who accumulated the largest crowd yet, playing hits from their first album and The Pick of Destiny, including their infamous rock-off with Satan, during which the devil crept in from side stage. The song ended with Satan's defeat.
My crew and I pulled into the fest grounds just after 7 p.m. After
unloading and setting up camp, we headed over to Centeroo to spy the
We stopped by the Troo Music Lounge for a moment of Frank Turner's show but could hardly hear him because of loud music emanating from a distant stage.
It was the newly added Lunar Stage that ultimately owned Thursday night's crowd, with DJs Dieselboy and Afrojack fueling the party. Thousands of obviously intoxicated festival attendees meandered over as their heavy hitting, highly infectious beats overpowered Centeroo.
The Cowboy Junkies made a name for themselves in 1988 with The Trinity Session, a fantastic collection of songs recorded at Ontario's Church of the Holy Trinity. It's still widely considered to be the band's most important recording, and "Sweet Jane", a quaalude-country take on one of the Velvet Underground's definitive songs—is probably still the group's best known cut. But for my money, it's all about Black Eyed Man and I hope to hear many of those songs when the group plays a free concert at The Levitt Shell on Saturday, June 12.
This Sunday, the Delta Girls Rock Camp will host an all-ages, matinee fundraiser at the Hi-Tone Cafe featuring the Warble, the Hot Pink Paperclips, and other surprise guests.
The Delta Girls Rock Camp, entering its second year since branching off from Murfreesboro's Southern Girls Rock Camp, is a week-long summer camp at Hutchison School for girls ages 10 — 17 that educates attendees about all things related to rock and roll, including musical performance and songwriting, making flyers for gigs, and D.I.Y. t-shirt printing. During the week, campers are divided into different bands, assigned instruments, and given time to write and rehearse material for the camp's climax, the camp-band showcase in Hutchison's plush Wiener Theater.
I don't hear 'my kind of music' very much anymore and I want to make it live again somehow even if it's through our admittedly limited means. I miss bands like Fugazi and Jesus Lizard. I like really hard rock and who makes it anymore? I can't get into nu-metal really. There are tons of bands who want to authentically replicate the sounds of hard rock from the 70's and 60's. Who is out there trying to create hard rock that's original and not just a nod to a foregone sound? Queens of the Stone Age maybe?... WHO ROCKS ANYMORE?
—Dragoon bassist Tripp Lamkins
It's tempting to start any review of Dragoon by saying something like, “Grifters fans who aren't paying attention to this band are missing out on a loud, crashing, chaotic echo from the past.” That would be an accurate enough introduction to the band's sound but it wouldn't really be fair. Former Grifters Tripp Lamkins and Stan Gallimore, who also make up Dragoon's expressive and always experimental rhythm section, have been playing together since they were in the 9th-grade. To no small degree The Grifters' sound was an extension of BOB, Lamkins and Gallimore's high school band. These guys have been working on a bass-driven fusion of prog, metal, punk and pop for decades.
Numerous sources have reported that Memphian and Christian-rock pioneer Dana Key died on Sunday at the age of 56 due to complications from a ruptured blood clot.
In 1978, Key, along with lifelong friend Eddie DeGarmo, founded the groundbreaking Christian rock band DeGarmo & Key, which was the first Christian act ever to receive airplay on MTV. (The 1984 video for “Six, Six, Six” was briefly banned from the network under the mistaken assumption that it was pro-Satan.) The pair released 21 albums and received seven Grammy Award and 17 Dove Award nominations over the span of a nearly 20-year career.
Some of this year's performer's recently held court at a press conference promoting the event, and we had a chance to listen in.
Friday headliner Kings of Leon has been working on a yet-to-be-released “fun record,” which drummer Nathan Followill says “has songs that are beachy; songs that are a little more like our Youth & Young Manhood days. It’ll be tough not to play the whole thing at Bonnaroo.”
Followill says the members each have their “go-to songs — the songs that we get to show off on,” but they will perform a nice mixture of oldies, goodies, and a few more new ones than fans may expect. “We might have a couple of aces up our sleeves, maybe a couple of cool covers, so it’ll be interesting,” he says. “It’s in our backyard, in Tennessee, so it’ll be fun.”
On their eponymous 2009 debut, the Pains of Being Pure at Heart spin more daring variations on collegiate sex than Vampire Weekend — doing it between the library stacks, making time with a prof, etc. — and would have fit right in as the house band on Gilmore Girls. In other words, they're smarter, sweeter, and dorkier than your average blog-rock hype-of-the-moment. They also rough up their twee with shoegazer noise and "Be My Baby" beats. I caught them at SXSW shortly after the album came out and the band's chiming, hooky pop translated better than I expected onstage.
Lead by songwriter/guitarist John Paul Pitts, Surfer Blood display a spikier sound on their 2010 debut album Astro Coast, reminiscent at times of Pavement and Weezer (big difference there, I know), but with elements of the implied surf-rock sound (both Dick Dale and Beach Boys varieties). But it's when the band gets polyrhythmic on a purloined Eagles title that I really fall for them.
UPDATE: We have a winner. Thanks to everyone who entered.
Lately, Badu has segued into musically smooth, philosophically combative funk with her New Amerykah series, the second of which, New Amerykah Part Two: Return of the Ankh, released earlier this year.
Touring in the support of the album, Badu lands in Memphis Thursday night, June 10th, to play The Orpheum, with the like-minded Janelle Monae opening.
We've got a pair of tickets to give away, which also include admittance to a post-show meet-and-greet with Badu. For a chance to win the tickets, all you have to do is e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org by noon Tuesday with "Badu Contest" in the subject line and your name and a contact number in the message. A winner will be chosen at random from all entries.