Elegy for the Hi-Tone Three years ago, I met my wife at the Hi-Tone Café ("Last Night at the Hi-Tone," February 28th issue). It was a concert by Dan Deacon, an indie electronic pop DJ, and 90 percent of the crowd were…
Which leads me to put on my Dr. Phil face and say what has to be said: It's time for Memphis and Shelby County to start seeing other people. We've tried for years to patch things up, to come to some sort of mutual understanding, but we need to admit that we have irreconcilable differences. We don't even know each other any more ...
There’s a sound that really gets me moving on Friday morning. It’s the whine of the trash truck at my neighbor’s house, when I realize I forgot to take out the trash the night before ...