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Brief Encounter: Short Story Contest Winners
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12 SHORT STORY CONTEST WINNERS The Pulse is delighted to present the winners and two honorable mentions in our first Short Story Contest. We’d like to thank and salute all the writers who contributed more than 60 entries, making it a difficult decision for our judges. Judges were: Jenny SadreOrafai, Cody Maxwell, and Bruce Majors. Our sincere thanks to them as well.
feature stories 16 FIVE QUESTIONS,TWO MAN BAND By Chuck Crowder Our own Chuck Crowder recently corresponded with Andy Bean, half of the two gents who’ll be delivering their brand of rowdy ragtime Dixieland jams at JJ’s Bohemia Wednesday night.
24 COLLECTING FOR LOVE By Michael Crumb The Bessie Smith Cultural Center is now featuring the touring ThompsonWilson Collection. This collection includes prominent artists and diverse styles. Besides paintings, there are a number of etchings and serigraphs, as well as other media.
30 ONE TOO MANY ZOMBIES By John DeVore I haven’t seen a “Resident Evil” movie since the first one. One was really enough for me, and as far as zombie movies go, it was pretty close to the bottom; it wasn’t My Boyfriend’s Back or Dead Alive, but it wasn’t Romero territory either.
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PULSE BEATS BEYOND THE HEADLINES SHRINK RAP LIFE IN THE NOOG ON THE BEAT ASK A MEXICAN
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Letters to the Editor Mayoral Victory They say a picture is worth a thousand words and the smirk on Littlefield’s face said it all. It told me the fix was in from the get go. A Democratic Mayor and a Democratic judge and an incompetent election commission who purposely gave false information to the recallers. I bet the Germans are paying close attention to this fiasco and the back room double dealing politicians who just told us all what we could do with our signatures. This is Chattanooga politics back room deals done in the middle of the night behind closed doors. Then he drags out all those old Mayors, Claude Ramsey and Zack Wamp give me a break! Who was that horse and pony show for VW? It sure wasn’t for us. Was he flexing his political muscle to show us lowly peons that we can never win? Susan Nicholas Vinyl vs CD vs Chuck (continued) I found [Chuck Crowder’s] comments on vinyl records to be insulting, narrowminded and immature. To call vinyl-
lovers “suckers” is childish language, fit only for a playground. To describe all records as “static-laden, scratchy, wobbly hunks of petroleum” is silly—a well-cared for vinyl album will be free of all these defects and should play all the way through problem-free. Anyway, you argue a moot point—CDs are quickly becoming obsolete with the advent of MP3s. I doubt that CDs will ever experience a renaissance in the way records have. Doug S. This little brouhaha is hilarious. The fact that people will read a light column and get all fired up about it is a riot. It’s entertainment, people. Maybe it’s supposed to be narrow-minded and immature. Lighten up! Or put on your favorite vinyl and light one up...whatever it takes to get the stick out of your ass. Mike C. Cemetery Shenanigans I have known Stacey Swallows for over twelve years and he is a man with great
ethics and integrity. I know he was doing what he felt he needed to that night to protect his family. By the way, to those who disbelieve him, if he said there were shots fired, there were shots fired! I believe a grave injustice has occurred in our legal system (which started with the arresting officer) and I hope it is soon corrected. Lisa A. It is a felony to be doing anything in a cemetery that is not respectful. Those teens should be charged. This cemetery is a private cemetery. In this area our cops have a great area to cover, from the Sequatchie county line to the Rhea County line over to the Tennessee River. It would take more than a few minutes for one to get anywhere. Does anyone really care about the truth, or how this will affect this man I have known almost my whole life? Would you feel the same if someone was vandalizing your subdivision or your mailboxes or your driveways? S. Shipley
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Pulse Beats
Quote Of The Week:
A rundown of the newsy, the notable, and the notorious...
“The old, familiar blue mail collection boxes, they’re just no longer the primary way that people mail today.” —Beth Barnett, Tennessee spokeswoman for the U.S. Postal Service, on the marked decline in the once-ubiquitous blue boxes.
Littlefield Offers Olive Branch, Scott TN River Rescue Calls For Full Review of City Charter Volunteers Needed In a hastily assembled press conference last week that ended up including most of the current “movers and shakers” in Chattanooga along with three of the past four mayors, current Chattanooga Mayor Ron Littlefield spoke about the need for the city and community to move ahead. A day after a judge ruled in his favor in the recall campaign, Littlefield was conciliatory to those politically opposed to him. “I am extending and have extended an olive branch to all of those people who are lined up on the other side of issues, and not just the issues we’ve dealt with recently, but all issues that have faced us and will face us,” he said. Among many other community leaders present, Littlefield called on outgoing U.S. Congressman Zach Wamp to speak, who was highly critical of the recall effort. Wamp explained where such matters should be decided. “Matters of policy, which are voted on, including the very difficult issues of taxation, are what elections are all about.” While members of the recall movement decide among themselves what their next step will be—some favor an appeal of the ruling against them, while others have talked about taking their complaints to the state level— one immediate reaction to the ruling has been a renewed look at the city charter. Chattanooga City Councilwoman Deborah Scott called on City Attorney Mike McMahan and his staff to begin a systemic review of the city charter to find out
if there are any other portions that are in conflict with state law. Her request comes in response to the ruling that the portion of the charter covering recall elections was superseded by state law and no longer valid. McMahan said he was more than willing to begin such a review but cautioned the council that it would be a lengthy process, and that any changes would have to be approved by the voters in a referendum. Councilman Peter Murphy, who chairs the Legal & Legislative committee for the council, also gave his support to a charter review, but likewise cautioned that it could be a lengthy process, comparing all the legislation passed by the state in the past eight years to see what has trumped the city charter. The last time the charter came up for a public vote was in 2002, when voters gave formal approval to the current city charter.
The City of East Ridge and the Tennessee River Rescue Group are seeking volunteers for the annual Tennessee River Rescue at Spring Creek. This year, the Spring Creek Tennessee River Rescue will be held Saturday, October 2, 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. Registration and morning briefing will take place at the City of East Ridge garage at 1510 Yale Street. The City and the Tennessee River Rescue team are seeking volunteers to assist with the pickup of debris along the creek bank, remove debris from the water and assist with hauling debris from the site. The City of East Ridge received a grant from the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency to provide volunteers tools and equipment for the day. To register as a volunteer, please contact Larry Clark, Tennessee River Rescue Coordinator for the East Ridge Zone at (423) 443-1806.Volunteers can also register the morning of the event. All volunteers will receive a T-shirt, snacks and appropriate tools to assist with the clean up. Twenty-two years ago, the Tennessee River Rescue started as a small group of concerned citizens wanting to clean up their hometown. The annual event draws close to a thousand volunteers to waterways all over the Tennessee Valley. For more information about the Tennessee River Rescue Group visit tennesseeriverrescue.com.
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Beyond The Headlines
Not a Stranger in a Strange Land
By Mark Kehoe
“In those three weeks I spent in Syria, I met some of the nicest and most welcoming people I’d met any where in the world.”
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table I had ever seen. The men motioned to me to eat and I did. There were a few trays with entire roasted lambs, including the skull. Rice, stuffed grape leaves, and milk were also scattered throughout. There were no utensils and everyone was using their hands. It was wonderfully messy as people were pulling and ripping pieces of meat off the lamb and stuffing handfuls of rice into their mouths. I went over to Latakia on the coast and ended up spending several days with Fawzi and his friends. I didn’t even have to leave my hotel room to find them because they just knocked on my door. Three guys stood there telling me to come with them. I followed them down the street to Fawzi’s bakery. I loved “working” for Fawzi making sweets. Each of the three days I was in Latakia, I would go to the bakery and he would show me how to make things like baklava with pistachios. For lunch, several of us would sit around, eat, and talk. Everyone was in their mid- to latetwenties, and we talked about the same things that people do here in America. While I was in Damascus, I had to visit the Umayyad Mosque (or the Great Mosque of Damascus). There was one problem: I had shorts on and they are not allowed. No problem—they just gave me a black skirt to wear that went down to my ankles. It made me think of a similar situation a couple of years earlier when I was in the Vatican City. I was about to enter St. Peter’s Cathedral and was denied entry because my one and only pair of jeans had holes in them. I won’t go into any funny ironies. Yet it made my entrance into the mosque all the more telling. I wanted to make one more stop in southern Syria before going into Jordan. Bosra is mere miles from the border and has an amphitheatre
the Romans built. It’s more than 1,800 years old and seats nearly 15,000. And a great thing happened while I was hitchhiking to see it. A tractor was going by with at least four guys hanging off of it. As it passed, they told me to hop on. I didn’t realize we were headed for a bachelor party. No beer. No strippers. But a really nice and simple good time. There were about a dozen of us who sat around the edges of a room with no furniture. We just sat on the carpet drinking tea, playing cards, and talking. Of course I was served a platter of food, with scrambled eggs, pita bread, and olives, among other things. We ended the night by going outside for some Syrian circle dancing accompanied by conga drums. Then, in true Middle Eastern fashion, the groom had me stay at the home he was building. The home wasn’t finished, but it was getting close. What bothered me, though, was the bathroom. In the Middle East, they don’t use the same toilets we use over here. It’s basically a hole in the ground and people just squat to go. Then hands and feet are washed. When I walked into this brand-new house and saw a brand-new hole in the ground, I remember thinking how odd it was, as if I thought someone who could build their own house should have the sense or decency to have proper plumbing. It wasn’t until several years later that I realized how flawed my logic was. Who’s to say what is better or what is proper? In those three weeks I spent in Syria, I met some of the nicest and most welcoming people I’d met any where in the world. An Irish-German American with blondish dreads definitely stands out, but I was treated like a special guest. I’ve never forgotten that.
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A weekly roundup of the newsworthy, notable and often head-scratching stories gleaned from police reports from the Chattanooga Police Department, the Hamilton County Sheriff’s Office, the Bradley County Sheriff’s Department and the Dalton Police Department.
• Sometime relationships end badly. We all know that, but that doesn’t excuse trying to burn your now-ex’s clothes. Chattanooga fire investigators arrested a woman over the weekend after she allegedly started a fire that endangered lives in an apartment building. The woman reportedly got into an argument with her boyfriend and at some point decided to grab some of his clothes and burn them. With her 11-year-old daughter with her in the car, she drove to the boyfriend’s apartment on Woodlawn Drive, where eyewitnesses said she walked past them with an armload of clothes, saying “I’m getting ready to burn his ---- up.” Moments later, smoke could be seen coming from around the corner. Firefighters arrived a short time later and found a pile of clothes burning in front of the boyfriend’s apartment door. After a quick investigation, the woman was apprehended and charged with aggravated arson, though she has so far denied setting the fire. • In today’s modern society, almost all fundraising drives are done online or in public places such as large shopping
centers, not door to door. Which is why you should always be suspicious of people who knock on your door asking for money. It’s no longer the 1950s. UTC officials say they received several reports of individuals going door to door in the community soliciting donations, claiming to be collecting money for the UTC choir and orchestra to pay for a European tour. A choir representative says while they are planning a trip for March, they are not soliciting donations door to door. If you are approached by these scammers, contact your local authorities. • Over the years, we’ve seen a lot of unusual ways to make meth. But apparently there’s a new way—making it in a pot. Dekalb County deputies made an unusual discovery on the Alabama side of Lookout Mountain recently: 41 of the onepot meth labs. Sheriff Jimmy Harris said the county’s drug task force investigated several tips that led to the discovery of the labs just off County Road 83. Also recovered during the bust was a large amount of other items used to manufacture meth. Harris said that each of the pots could produce about three grams of meth. Officials say they are looking at several suspects; no one has yet been arrested. • Our final story this week isn’t about a specific incident, but about something
The List Bestselling Candy Bars 1. Snickers. Introduced in 1930, named after a horse. 2. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Introduced in 1928. 3. Kit Kat. Introduced in 1935 as Rowntree’s Chocolate Crisp in England.
that surprisingly doesn’t happen as nearly as often as one would think: traffic accidents. A new report from a major auto insurer shows that Chattanooga drivers are among the safest in the nation. Allstate ranked the top 200 cities in the country, and Chattanooga ranked second only to Fort Collins, Colorado for the lowest rate of collisions. The Chattanooga accident rate is nearly 23 percent lower than the national average, a rate that led to Allstate cutting insurance rates for Hamilton County by 10 percent this summer, one of the largest declines ever made by the company. Regionally, Knoxville and Nashville rank in the top 25, while nearby Atlanta ranks 146 out of 200. Who would have thought after detouring around the seemingly daily fender-benders of our highways that we were actually one of the safest driving cities in the country?
4. Butterfinger. Introduced in 1923 in Chicago. 5. Milky Way. Introduced in 1932, named after our galaxy. 6. 3 Musketeers. Also introduced in 1932. 7. Baby Ruth. Introduced in 1920, named after President Grover Cleveland’s daughter, not baseball player Babe Ruth. 8. M&Ms. Introduced in 1941 due to low chocolate sales during WWII. 9. Oh Henry. Introduced in 1921, named after a regular customer. 10. Hershey bar. Introduced in 1894 by Milton Hershey.
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Shrink Rap
By Rick Pimental-Habib, Ph.D
Four Addictions That Hurt Our Dreams S
“Each time we act for the approval of others, we put ourselves in a state of anxiety and dependence. We are dependent on others’ acceptance, and anxious that we won’t get it.”
Dr. Rick Pimental-Habib, Ph.D., is a psychotherapist, minister, and educator, in private practice in Chattanooga. Visit his wellness center, Well Nest, at www. WellNestChattanooga.com, and his web site at www.DrRPH.com
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ome people use astrology as an interesting sidebar to what’s going on with them. Did my horoscope get it right this week? Does it offer a helpful, alternative way to look at the events going on in my life? Does it indicate something within that I might want to pay attention to? Others take it quite a bit more seriously, and know how to follow stars, moons, tides, charts and have an extensive knowledge of the art, following it daily and living accordingly, sort of like having their own personal, heavenly GPS. Some use astrology to gain insight into their current relationships, as well as potential matches. Now if he’s a Libra and I’m a Scorpio, how would that work? Or if she’s an Aries? Myself, I find the Chinese horoscope particularly fun. It goes by the year you were born, assigns an animal of rich, mythical imagery to that year, and offers advice as to who would be a good match for you—which other animals—and who wouldn’t. And some folks reading this don’t know what the heck I’m talking about. No worries. I tend to fall under the first type of stargazer: the one who finds it a fascinating study (and believes that the moon does affect our moods), but has very limited knowledge of all but my own sign. My own I do read with interest when I have time, and find, as those of you in this category
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probably do too, a wide discrepancy of guidance, insight, and useful information. The exception for me is The Pulse’s astrology guy, Rob Brezsny. I find that he offers a pretty cool and helpful brand of astrology. So I enjoy reading him. He tells stories, sometimes contemporary and humorous, sometimes taken from mythology; he poses questions, and leaves the reader to determine how the tale might apply to the recipient’s life. Recently in Rob’s column I read, “Success coach Tom Ferry says our ability to pursue our dreams can be damaged by four addictions.” Now I found this one to be particularly timely. As many of you know, I’ve begun hosting “Addiction Radio” on Monday nights, on News Talk 95.3 WPLZ, from 7 to 9 p.m. My producer/co-host, Max, and I plan to use the live, call-in format to visit with other experts on addiction, folks who want to tell their story, and to offer lots of education, enlightenment, and understanding around the myriad forms of addictions and compulsive behaviors, as well as leave listeners with tools for growth, guidance, direction and, perhaps most importantly, hope. Well, with all this on my mind, you can image how reading about the “four addictions” from Tom Ferry turned my radar on high. To continue, they are: 1. An addiction to what other people think of us. How many of you care too much (and you know what “too much” is for you) about what other people think of you? I tell people that what others think of you
is really none of your business. And vice versa. In one of my books, I put it like this: “Each time we act for the approval of others, we put ourselves in a state of anxiety and dependence. We are dependent on others’ acceptance, and anxious that we won’t get it.” (from Empowering the Tribe) It’s exhausting. 2. An addiction to creating melodrama in a misguided quest for excitement. You know, there’s “real” drama—job loss, cancer, AIDS, grief, loneliness—and there’s “created” drama (or melodrama). Let’s just say it’s pretty hard to have a relationship with a drama queen (regardless of gender). 3. An addiction to believing we’re imprisoned by what happened in the past. You’ve read it in this column before: What were your earlier childhood messages and do they continue to serve you today...or do they get in the way of living a happy, healthy life? What’s happened in your adulthood that you’re holding onto, but really need to release, and what’s stopping you? 4. An addiction to negative thoughts that fill us with anxiety. Again, regular Shrink Rappers know about how thoughts lead to feelings, which lead to behaviors, which lead to our reality, the path of our life. Everything begins with thought. (See the August 26 Shrink Rap, “The Power of Thought,” for more about this.) I hope this has given you plenty to think about, and I hope you listen to Addiction Radio on Monday nights. Tell your friends, co-workers, loved ones about it, and together we’ll make a difference in the quality of our lives, and in the lives of those we love.
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Brief Encounter: Short Story Winners The Pulse is delighted to present the winners and two honorable mentions in our first Short Story Contest. We’d like to thank and salute all the writers who contributed more than 60 entries, making it a difficult decision for our judges. Judges were: Jenny Sadre-Orafai, whose poetry has appeared in: Wicked Alice, Lily, Verse Libre Quarterly, Plainsongs, Literary Mama, Poetry Midwest, and other fine journals. She holds an MFA from Georgia State University and is currently poetry editor for JMWW. Cody Maxwell, a local writer and freelance contributor to The Pulse. Bruce Majors, a local poet and author of The Fields of Owl Roost, which won an Indie Excellence Award in 2005. Our sincere thanks to them as well. First Prize/Judges’ Comment: “Pine Country was chosen for its well-written stream-ofconsciousness style and its ability to place the reader in the specific setting of the story.”
Pine Country By Amy E. Johnson If you wanted a picture of one kind of heartbreak, she thought, you could just look right here, see this picture of me walking with no shoes on up the road. She thought about what she would look like if this was a movie, if the camera just showed her feet pressing down and lifting up again. Then it could move slowly up and out, looking down the straight flat highway as if from her own eyes... First though, a telephone wire out of a tiny window, at night, the silver of the moon touching it in a couple spots. It’s quiet except for the cicadas. Then the wind, it picks up, and the wire is moving, fast now, and the sky lights up and she’s wide awake, and the smell of something burning comes before the spark and then the flames dancing on the wire,
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moving up and down as it sways. It’s pine country in east Texas, and the branch that got hit, it’s burning, and the smell is sweet and smoky. That night watching the flames balance on the line like a tightrope walker so graceful, she knew she had to get out of there. Her truck wouldn’t start, and she sat on the tailgate. She thought about calling the fire department or waking somebody, but then she thought about the last time she had sat in the bed of that truck, thought about the watermelon they were eating with a plastic knife, thought about the picture she took of him after years of not being able to, and knew what she had to do.
“The camera would show the truck slowing down and she’s climbing into the bed, bits of gravel falling off her feet.” Her boots were so worn and perfect that they slid on and off like silk slippers. She put them on and opened the door
to the trailer. She looked at the things she had tried to set around to make it a home. Things that slid around and fell off the counters whenever they picked up and moved it. Then she walked over to the burning wire. By now the wind was going pretty steady and the air was heavy but no rain would fall. She slid her right boot off first and breathed in the old leather and then threw it as hard as she could and watched it sail over the flames and disappear into the darkness. Then the left boot—this time it grazed the edge of the wire and caused a wave of energy to go along the whole line, flames and silver light going with it. She started walking. She thought she’d head towards Omaha seeing as how it was in the heart of things and she liked the way it sounded coming out of her throat, full of breath. The camera would show the truck slowing down and she’s climbing into the bed, bits of gravel falling off her feet. She’s lying on her back then, and all that comes after is the sky picking up speed and opening up wide into a bluewhite blur.
Cover Story Second Prize/Judges’ Comment: “Casting Out Nines was chosen for its concise use of language and its ability to display a disturbed moment in time with no wasted words. This story used the confines of the 500-word limit to its benefit.”
Casting Out Nines By Claire Richard Eighty-one is a significant number for me. It was the year my father left us. The age my mother was when she died. The number of times Edward and I made love in our two years together. Eighty-one. Eight and one add up to nine. Nine is the highest one digit number and represents the end of a cycle, where ideas reach their perfection. In numerology my destiny number is nine, derived from both my name and birthday. Nine-the number of philosophers and Utopians. Nine-the number of completion. Edward was a nine, also. He didn’t understand the significance. Numbers are the undercurrent of the universe. They are the essence of God’s mystery, the divine language of creation. Our very DNA is chemistry plus math, formed during nine months of gestation. My mother’s destiny number was two. Sensitive, empathetic, intuitive. She flowed through life like water, until obstructed by a tumor, which brought an end to her. I’ve been alone for 81 days. The remains of my mother’s life are packed away in the attic, next to the suitcase holding the few belongings
I have of my father’s. Two lives equal seven boxes. I was a high school math teacher. Students didn’t understand why they had to learn algebra and geometry. Everything has a number associated with it. How could they not see the importance? I was cast out of the classroom six years ago because I didn’t stick to the curriculum. I know better. They didn’t like that I was drawing back the veil, letting the students see the divinity behind it. I was leading them to question chaos while their parents wanted to control them with confusion, believing in an erratic God who created an arbitrary universe. Edward left because of the calendar, clock, and calculator—my oracles. He wanted spontaneity and flexibility. He wanted grace. I checked the date and asked him to wait two days, but that didn’t suit his timetable for goodbye. Sometimes all I can think of is the numbers. If I could punch a hole in my head, would numbers come spilling out? If the numbers were no longer there, what would change? Would I be able to pick a flower without counting the petals? Could I sing a song without knowing the sum of the notes? My father left us. He found a way out. It’s in his suitcase. Will his way out be my deliverance? A nine millimeter. Nine. The number of completion. Nine choirs of angels. The nine circles of hell. The numbers live in the cerebral cortex. Left hemisphere, frontal lobe. An inch above the arch of my eyebrow.
“I was a high school math teacher. Students didn’t understand why they had to learn algebra and geometry. Everything has a number associated with it. How could they not see the importance?
Jesus died the 9th hour on the cross. Will the numbers come spilling out, like blood? My blood type is A positive. A=1. One. The number of new beginnings. Today is my 36th birthday. I’ve been alone 81 days. The clock is about to strike 9:00. Nine. My destiny number. The perfection of ideas. The number of completion.
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Cover Story “This silent predator has swathed untold numbers in a suffocating black cloth and clinched shut about their throats when they needed air the most.” Third Prize/Judges’ Comment: “A is for Asymptomatic Carrier was chosen for its Kafka-meets-science-fiction style, and for making one man’s strange physical circumstance seem not only plausible but probable.”
A is for Asymptomatic Carrier By Cody Sanders You live your life normally, passing the time just like everybody else occupying the Earth alongside you. You laugh at ironic situations, you cry at funerals, and you silently pray for an end to third world hunger. You wake up in the mornings and you slip on your comfy shoes to keep your feet away from the cold floor, never forgetting to flip the switch to “on” when walking past the coffee maker. You married a beautiful woman, one who understands you and laughs when you stub your toe but always offers to kiss it to make it better. These are the things you do. For all you know, these are the things that you are. A normal guy, an everyman, just another face in the crowd. There has never been any reason to doubt your normalcy. But, unknown to you, there has been a wave of sickness coming off of you since your birth. This silent predator has swathed untold numbers in a suffocating black cloth and clinched shut about their throats when they needed air the most. It has acted both as the starting mechanism and guillotine for so many’s downfall, and it all started with you. It still spreads, out and away from the center, never touching the first few it comes into contact with. This is its nature. It is an assassin, a sly and grotesquely cruel marauder who leaves no trace of its
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origin; you. So, you wake up, you brush your teeth and you spit into the sink. You drive to work and you play your radio at appropriate volumes. You tuck your daughters into bed every night with a kiss on their foreheads, and you trace your fingertips over your wife’s skin ever so softly, leaving a wake of goosebumps behind. You do these things normally, casually, and without thought. You live without knowledge of your existence, and you kill without regret because you’re completely unaware. This is your life. This is who you are. You are the center, the origin, the beginning. You are normal, happy, and without malice. You are the carrier.
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House Hunt By Jamie Watts 729 Bradley St. looked like it had fallen off a railroad car, rolled twice, and settled into a patch of high, dead grass. A snaggle-toothed, spindle porch frowned just below a radish-colored plank roof that accused the overcast sky. Beside the house, a crippled tree hugged
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the siding just below the second story. It had been hobbled by some premeditated act of violence. Locked in the back of my Daddy’s V-8, we waited for the man with the bow tie. “We gonna look at this place?” Momma asked. Daddy didn’t answer as he studied the rear view and Momma’s lips packed up. Then a pair of squeaky, city brakes came up from behind and Daddy went for the
Cover Story door handle. “Don’t touch anything,” Momma said at me and shut her purse too hard. As the grass hit my waist, I was half afraid and half hopeful of snakes. I saw the corner of the man’s big smile talk at my Daddy. Momma put up a few paces behind and none of them remembered me. I counted the steps up the porch. The front door squeaked properly as I came in and the man patted me on the head. “Plenty of room for more,” he winked and Momma smiled “go to hell.” He coughed and his Adam’s apple disappeared. Daddy asked about something. “In 1911,” the man answered. A pause. Then, we went upstairs. Down the hall, at the end where my bedroom should be, was a shiny, metal door that caught and held my reflection until I pushed against my own outstretched hand. It swung, too freely, open.
“My fingers caught a smooth absence in the sill. Holes punctuated it, cut into the steel—four at the top and four at the bottom, opposite each other. Looked like prison bars must have connected them.” Inside was tiny, even for me, and it smelled like Murphy’s Wood Soap. Alone, I went to the window and outside the wind bent the muted grass down. My fingers caught a smooth absence in the sill. Holes punctuated it, cut into the steel—four at the top and four at the bottom, opposite each other. Looked like prison bars must have connected them. I cocked my head and turned on the room. Only scrubbed clean walls and floors in whole place, but they were scratched to hell—deep, long and furious gashes in the wood and plaster.
My hands and feet went ice cold but, now, they were coming in. “Must’ve been storage,” said the bow-tie man and he went pale in the forehead. Momma absently turned the dead bolt back and forth and back and forth again—from the outside. I was halfway down the stairway when she grabbed me by the arm like we were at church. And she moved me out the front door like we were late. She didn’t let up across the lawn until she wrenched open the car door and fairly tossed me inside. I could hear her breathing hard but didn’t wanna look at her. Daddy got in. “Like hell we are,” was all she said. He nodded, nervously, and we drove off.
Honorable Mention
Shortfall By Calvin Beam “I love autumn,” she said as she took his hand. Leaves made the sound of crumpled holiday wrapping paper as they walked in the woods. “You mean fall,” he said, bundled in a bulky wool sweater and the feeling of new love. The trees offered a canopy of warm colors. “No, autumn,” she said. She let his hand fall free. “Fall is a verb. Autumn is a season.” “Spring is a noun and a verb,” he said and he crossed his arms over his chest. “So what should we call that season?” Her smile faded more quickly than the last days of summer. “Fall is an American colloquialism,” she said. “You don’t hear anyone calling the autumnal equinox the fallal equinox, do you?” “By that logic spring should be called vern,” he said. “Besides, autumn is pretentious.” Her expression went wintry. “Are you calling me pretentious?” she said. She pouted. He sulked. She looked down. He looked up. “Oh, look at the pretty leaves,” he said. www.chattanoogapulse.com | September 16, 2010 | Vol. 7, Issue 37 | The Pulse
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Music Feature
By Chuck Crowder
Five Questions, One Man, Two Man Gentleman Band Our own Chuck Crowder recently corresponded with Andy Bean, half of the two gents who’ll be delivering their brand of rowdy ragtime Dixieland jams at JJ’s Bohemia Wednesday night. Q: You guys write a lot of songs about dead presidents. If you had to write one about a living president, who would it be and why? A: Being gentlemen, we find it best not to wade into any contentious political issues of the past hundred years (except, of course, Prohibition, which we are wholeheartedly against!). But, if we HAD to compose a song about a living president, I suppose we’d choose Jimmy Carter. Carter rhymes with “harder” (sort of) and there are all sorts of places we could go with that. Q: Your song “Fancy Beer” is a crowd favorite. However, JJ’s Bohemia serves mainly the costeffective (cheap) variety. What do you have to say about “Unfancy Beer”? A: A life in the two-man music industry is, I’m afraid to admit publicly, not the most lucrative career choice. To men with paper-thin bankrolls like ours, any beer that’s bought and paid for is an icy tall glass of pure luxury. We make no distinctions between brands or varieties, only between having beer (Yay!) and not having beer (Boo!). In short, a beer in hand is a fancy beer
indeed! Q: How do you feel about playing to the freewheeling crowds that haunt a hipster hangout like JJ’s Bohemia? A: If you have a smile on your face, a taste for good times, and $7 dollars for admission (or even better, $20 for admission AND a copy of our new record Dos Amigos Una Fiesta) you are most welcome at a Two Man Gentlemen Band concert. Q: Why do you love the minivan so much? A: [Because] the seats have taken on a shape that closely mirrors our respective hind quarters, and the van’s inner atmosphere is now a perfect blend of our respective natural gentlemanly scents. For most musical acts, this would be revolting, but I’m pleased to admit that The Gentlemen’s perfume is quite lovely. Q: If you could play in front of anyone imaginable, who would it be, where and why? A: Executives from either the Nestle’s or Hershey companies. We have a new song entitled “Chocolate Milk” and we’re in search of a sponsorship.
“To men with paper-thin bankrolls like ours, any beer that’s bought and paid for is an icy tall glass of pure luxury.”
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New Music Reviews
By Ernie Paik
Outer Limits Recordings
The Thermals
Foxy Baby
(Kill Rock Stars)
Personal Life
(Not Not Fun)
The stereotypical One cheeky profile of a music definition for critic (and also experimental record store music is “music clerk) is that of that’s more fun an insufferable to talk about music snob, than to actually jaded and hear.” This comes to mind unimpressed and eternally crate digging when listening to the new album from Outer for obscurities; of course, that’s not always Limits Recordings, Foxy Baby, which is not accurate, but it probably stems from a an experimental music album. It is, however, desire to continually find something a concept album with a story that doesn’t new, triggering some kind of rare brain exactly become clear when listening to it; chemistry that brings a huge amount of according to the record label, it involves a pleasure. Then, there’s the case of the “young weirdo artist” who becomes fixated Portland group the Thermals, which uses on the titular character and meets her backstage at a performance of hers to “share a the standard rock instrumentation and sonically, doesn’t offer anything radically final cigarette…then ascend into a holy void innovative or different. However, the band’s of alien lights.” The vocals aren’t much help previous album, Now We Can See from with deciphering the tale, being muffled and 2009, was the most-played album for this largely incomprehensible as part of the lowfidelity style of the album, drenched in a tape critic last year by a wide margin—nearly on hiss haze. The track titles contribute some a weekly basis—shocking him a little. hints but ultimately, they do more to raise The new album from the Thermals, questions than to actually provide answers. Personal Life, is not much of a departure The title “Bergheim” suggests a German from Now We Can See musically, despite a setting, but then there’s “L.A. Skyline” few changes. The group has expanded from followed by “Driving at Night,” enhanced the core duo of lead vocalist and guitarist with sound effects of squealing tires and a Hutch Harris and bassist Kathy Foster (who sports car shifting gears. “Final Seduction” formerly stepped in as studio drummer, as comes near the album’s conclusion, with a well) to include Westin Glass on drums, fog of drum machine beats, a two-chord continuing with non-frilly, sturdy beats. keyboard pattern, and an overextended Personal Life is book-ended with the two attempt at a soulful Prince-style lead guitar tracks “I’m Gonna Change Your Life” and solo that sounds amateurish. “You Changed My Life”—the band’s path Outer Limits Recordings is the project of former Test Icicles member Sam Mehran, is clear, but it hasn’t changed dramatically. a.k.a. Sam Meringue, and Foxy Baby comes Lyrically, Personal Life focuses on love, off as being a record made by someone often cynically, like on the song “Your with a glam rock and new wave obsession, Love Is So Strong,” providing conflicted channeling Giorgio Moroder but on a definitions, like the line, “It’s only a series of shoestring budget, shooting for highlies.” When compared to songs on Now We concept soundtrack album ambitions while Can See, a few tracks don’t feel as charged, showing off the new phaser guitar pedal he like “Power Lies,” and others don’t provide just bought. One would not doubt that this perceived aesthetic is completely intentional, quite the expected release, like “Only for exuding a faux outsider, 4-track-recorder-in- You.” Still, the band follows its hook-laden the-musty-basement vibe, and on some level, formula, and it does it well, like on the strong single, “I Don’t Believe You”; it’s there is an underdog appeal. But, while this nothing new, but that doesn’t stop it from writer is all for goofy concept albums, this being endlessly replayable. one doesn’t quite live up to its promise. www.chattanoogapulse.com | September 16, 2010 | Vol. 7, Issue 37 | The Pulse
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Music Calendar Thursday Spotlight
500 Miles to Memphis Cowpunk straight outta Cincinnati. $7 10 p.m. JJ’s Bohemia, 231 E, MLK. Blvd. (423) 266-1400.
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Thursday Happy Hour Serenade with David Anthony 5 p.m. The Palms at Hamilton, 6925 Shallowford Rd., #202. (423) 499-5055. www.thepalmsathamilton.com Mike Mains and the Branches, Behold the Brave, This is Luke, Rainbow Station, The Transatlantic, Questions for a Scientist 7 p.m. The Warehouse, 5716 Ringgold Rd., East Ridge. www.myspace.com/warehousetn Live Team! 7:30 p.m. T-Bones, 1419 Chestnut St. (423) 266-4240. www.tboneschattanooga.com Jimmy Harris 7:30 p.m. The Palms at Hamilton, 6925 Shallowford Rd., #202. (423) 499-5055. Open Mic Night 8 p.m. The CAMP House, 1427 Williams St. (203) 570-8077. Tim Lewis and Reece 9 p.m. Bart’s Lakeshore, 5600 Lakeshore Dr. (423) 870-0777. www.bartslakeshore.com Dave Dykes and the Greatful Hearts 9 p.m. Rhythm & Brews, 221 Market St. (423) 267-4644. www.rhythm-brews.com
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Friday Spotlight
Open Mic with Gabriell Newell 9 p.m. Market Street Tavern, 850 Market St. (423) 634-0260. www.marketstreettavern.com 500 miles to Memphis 10 p.m. JJ’s Bohemia, 231 E. MLK Blvd. (423) 266-1400. www.myspace.com/jjsbohemia Soul Sessions 10 p.m. Table 2, 232 E. 11th St. (423) 756-8253. www.table2restaurant.com
Friday Happy Hour Serenade with David Anthony 5 p.m. The Palms at Hamilton, 6925 Shallowford Rd., #202. (423) 499-5055. Ben Friberg Jazz Trio 6 p.m. Table 2, 232 E.11th St. (423) 756-8253. www.table2restaurant.com Amber Fults 7 p.m. Miller Plaza, Nightfall Concert Series, 850 Market St. www.nightfallchattanooga.com Failing the Fairest, Permillisecond, In this Hour, Dispel the Serpent’s Lie 7 p.m. The Warehouse, 5716 Ringgold Rd., East Ridge. www.myspace.com/warehousetn Jimmy Harris 7:30 p.m. The Palms at Hamilton, 6925 Shallowford Rd., #202. (423) 499-5055. Rock N’ Roll Spectacular 7:30 p.m. Chattanooga Choo Choo Centennial Theatre, 1400 Market St. (423) 266-5000. Tim Hughes Quartet 7:30 p.m. Blue Orleans Creole Restaurant, 3208 Amnicola Hwy. (423) 629-6538.
Arthur Godfrey with Krystal Godfrey 8 p.m. Southside Saloon and Bistro, 1301 Chestnut St. (423) 757-4730. southsidesaloonandbistro.com Sarah Lee Guthrie and Johnny Irion 8 p.m. Miller Plaza, Nightfall Concert Series, 850 Market St. www.nightfallchattanooga.com Kathy Tugman Quartet 8:30 p.m. The Foundry, 1201 South Broad St. (423) 756-3400. www.chattanooganhotel.com Christmas, Big Kitty, Dolphin Mouth 9 p.m. Discoteca, 304 E. Main St. (423) 386-3066. www.myspace.com/discotecabar Lightning Billy Hopkins 9 p.m. Tremont Tavern, 1203 Hixson Pike. (423) 266-1996. www.tremonttavern.com JK and the Lost Boys 9 p.m. Raw, 409 Market St. (423) 756-1919. Amber Fults 10 p.m. Market Street Tavern, 850 Market St. (423) 634-0260. www.marketstreettavern.com Drug Money, White Noise, KRRS24 10 p.m. The Drink, 5647 Brainerd Rd. www.partyatdrink.com Nathan Farrow Band 10 p.m. Bud’s Sports Bar, 5751 Brainerd Rd. (423) 499-9878. www.budssportsbar.com Fried Chicken Trio 10 p.m. T-Bones, 1419 Chestnut St. (423) 266-4240. www.tboneschattanooga.com Breakfast Club 10 p.m. Rhythm & Brews, 221 Market St. (423) 267-4644.
Christmas, Big Kitty, Dolphin Mouth Another groovy night out on Main St. $6 10 p.m. Discoteca, 304 E. Main St. myspace.com/discotecabar Lightning Billy Hopkins 10 p.m. Tremont Tavern, 1203 Hixson Pike. (423) 266-1996. www.tremonttavern.com Racing Death, The Dirty Lungs 10 p.m. JJ’s Bohemia, 231 E. MLK Blvd. (423) 266-1400. www.myspace.com/jjsbohemia
Saturday Bluegrass Jamboree 11 a.m. Harrison Ruritan Club, 5709 Tyner Lane. (423) 344-8851. AJ Valcarcel’s Bitter Lesson 7 p.m. Blue Orleans Creole Restaurant, 3208 Amnicola Hwy. (423) 629-6538. blueorleanscreolerestaurant.com Blueground Undergrass Reunion 7 p.m. Chattanooga Riverfront, 201 Riverfront Pkwy. (423) 424-2000. www.riverfrontnights.com Oh so Cavalier, They Came Running, Carl Pemberton 7 p.m. The Warehouse, 5716 Ringgold Rd., East Ridge. www.myspace.com/warehousetn Jimmy Harris 7:30 p.m. The Palms at Hamilton, 6925 Shallowford Rd., #202. (423) 499-5055. www.thepalmsathamilton.com
Music Calendar
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Saturday Spotlight
Shannon Whitworth Band Pure Americana from a beautiful voice. $10 8 p.m. Barking Legs Theater, 1307 Dodds Ave. (423) 624-5347. www.barkinglegs.org Rock N’ Roll Spectacular 7:30 p.m. Chattanooga Choo Choo Centennial Theatre, 1400 Market St. (423) 266-5000. US Pipe 8 p.m. Southside Saloon and Bistro, 1301 Chestnut St. (423) 757-4730. southsidesaloonandbistro.com Bob Cheevers 8 p.m. Charles & Myrtle’s Coffeehouse, 105 McBrien Rd. (423) 893-4960. www.christunity.org Shannon Whitworth Band 8 p.m. Barking Legs, 1322 Dodds Avenue. (423) 624-5347. www.barkinglegs.org Kathy Tugman Quartet 8:30 p.m. The Foundry, 1201 South Broad St. (423) 756-3400. www.chattanooganhotel.com Rick Rushing & The Blues Strangers 9 p.m. The Office, 901 Carter St. (inside Days Inn). www.facebook.com/theofficechatt Open Mic Night 9 p.m. Mudpie Restaurant, 12 Frazier Ave. (423) 267-9043. www.mudpierestuarant.com Steve Monce Raw, 409 Market St. (423) 756-1919. www.riverfrontnights.com
Sunday Spotlight
Soul Mechanic 10 p.m. Market Street Tavern, 850 Market St. (423) 634-0260. www.marketstreettavern.com Oz and Jaynes 10 p.m. T-Bones, 1419 Chestnut St. (423) 266-4240. www.tboneschattanooga.com Future Virgins, Iron Chic, Hot New Mexicans 10 p.m. JJ’s Bohemia, 231 E. MLK Blvd. (423) 266-1400. www.myspace.com/jjsbohemia Dubconcious with Flight Risk 10 p.m. Rhythm & Brews, 221 Market St. (423) 267-4644. www.rhythm-brews.com
Sunday New Binkley Brothers, Mark Kelly Hall 12:30 p.m. Chattanooga Market, 1826 Carter St. (423) 266-9270. www.chattanoogamarket.com Open Mic w/Jeff Daniels 4 p.m. Ms. Debbie’s Nightlife Lounge 4762 Highway 58, (423) 485-0966. myspace.com/debbieslounge Irish Music Session 6 p.m. Tremont Tavern, 1203 Hixson Pike. (423) 266-1996. www.tremonttavern.com Open Mic 8 p.m. Gene’s Bar & Grill, 724 Ashland Terrace, (423) 870-0880. myspace.com/genem14 Saint Bernadette, Joe Roberts and Poverty Hash 10 p.m. JJ’s Bohemia, 231 E. MLK Blvd. (423) 266-1400. www.myspace.com/jjsbohemia
Monday Old Tyme Music 6 p.m. Market Street Tavern, 850 Market St. (423) 634-0260. www.marketstreettavern.com Paul Lohorn and the Monday Nite Big Band 7:30 p.m. The Palms at Hamilton, 6925 Shallowford Rd., #202. (423) 499-5055. www.thepalmsathamilton.com
Tuesday The Ben Friberg Trio 7 p.m. Table 2, 232 E. 11th Street, (423) 756-8253. www.table2restaurant.com Gentlemens Jazz Quartet 8 p.m. The Palms at Hamilton, 6925 Shallowford Rd., #202. (423) 499-5055. www.thepalmsathamilton.com Lightning Billy Hopkins 8 p.m. Market Street Tavern, 850 Market St. (423) 634-0260. www.marketstreettavern.com Spoken Word/Poetry Night 8 p.m. The Riverhouse, 224 Frazier Ave., (423) 752-0066. Open Mic with Mike McDade 9 p.m. Tremont Tavern, 1203 Hixson Pike. (423) 266-1996. www.tremonttavern.com Natural Habitz, Silence of Sorrow 10 p.m. JJ’s Bohemia, 231 E. MLK Blvd. (423) 266-1400. www.myspace.com/jjsbohemia DJ ScubaSteve Fox and Hound Pub & Grille, 2040 Hamilton Place Blvd., #150, (423) 490-1200. www.tentcorp.com
Music at the Market Cast Iron Cookin’ week, plus the New Binkleys! Free 12:30 p.m. New Binkley Brothers 2 p.m. Mark Kelly Hall First Tennessee Pavilion, 1826 Reggie White Blvd. (423) 266-9270. www.chattanoogamarket.com
Wednesday Ben Friberg Trio 7 p.m. Market Street Tavern, 850 Market St. (423) 634-0260. www.marketstreettavern.com Jimmy Harris 7:30 p.m. The Palms at Hamilton, 6925 Shallowford Rd., #202. (423) 499-5055. Johnny B. and Friends 8 p.m. Bourbon Street Music Bar, 2000 E. 23rd St. (423) 826-1985. Two Man Gentleman Band 8 p.m. JJ’s Bohemia, 231 E. MLK Blvd. (423) 266-1400. www.myspace.com/jjsbohemia Arlo Gilliam 9 p.m. Bud’s Sports Bar, 5751 Brainerd Rd. (423) 499-9878. www.budssportsbar.com Paul Thorn 9 p.m. Rhythm & Brews, 221 Market St. (423) 267-4644. www.rhythm-brews.com Open Mic Night 9 p.m. Riverhouse Pub, 224 Frazier Ave. (423) 752-0066. Open Mic with Mark Holder 10 p.m. JJ’s Bohemia, 231 E. MLK Blvd. (423) 266-1400. www.myspace.com/jjsbohemia
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Life in the Noog
By Chuck Crowder
In My Humble Opinion A
couple of weeks ago I rendered an opinion within these pages as to my thoughts and feelings regarding the recent resurgence of the vinyl record, much to the chagrin of some faithful readers who took offense to it.
“There’s nothing newsworthy about this column. In fact, half of the time it’s not even based on anything (like this one, for example).” Chuck Crowder is a local writer and general man about town. His opinions are just that. Everything expressed is loosely based on fact, and crap he hears people talking about. Take what you just read with a grain of salt, but pepper it in your thoughts. And be sure to check out his popular website thenoog.com
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Aside from harshly referring to anyone who’s too hip to truly admit the vast differences in fidelity between a scratchy record and pristine digital MP3 as a “sucker,” which I now admit was a tad much, I can’t imagine why anyone would care what I think about anything. As an opinion columnist, I write whatever I want about whatever I choose, because it’s my opinion. And just like assholes, turns out everyone has one. It’s just that mine happens to be documented in this fine publication each week. The best part about delivering your opinion is that you don’t have to be right or wrong about anything. I don’t even try (although I guess everyone thinks they are always right). I really don’t make a conscious effort to be politically correct, fair, unbiased, or even open-minded—just relatable. And by the opinions of those who shake my hand in favor of my opinions, if anything, my drivel is at least somewhat entertaining to some. You can tell when you’ve really struck a nerve with those who disagree with your opinion when their response turns personal. I’ve been called everything in the book. Just last week I was referred to as a “fat head” by someone who disagreed with what I had to say. I must admit that I haven’t been referred
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to in such a juvenile way since the second grade. A true playground comeback for sure. But that’s when you realize that some don’t understand the point of your opinion, or even that it’s just an opinion in the first place. Personally I feel for those who think that what I’m writing should be based on facts and that I should explore all sides of a “story” —much like a news piece. However, there’s nothing newsworthy about this column. In fact, half of the time it’s not even based on anything (like this one, for example). So I decided the best way to illustrate my point would be to take some common subjects and present the difference between fact, and my opinion. FACT: Raw oysters are a shoreline delicacy enjoyed by millions of seafood enthusiasts. MY OPINION: Snot is meant for tissues, not tummies. FACT: Bass Ale is a lot more expensive than Miller High Life. MY OPINION: This represents the difference between a beer, and a buzz. FACT: Lots of people I know used to stay home each and every Wednesday night in order not to miss one second of the TV show Lost. MY OPINION: I was “lost” from the first episode. FACT: The 1950s were a simpler time without iPhones or the Rolling Stones, when simple values and good manners were paramount in our society. MY OPINION: It would suck to live in the ’50’s. FACT: Regardless of unfortunate attributes such as comb-over hairdos, cheesy
moustaches and golf shirts tucked into pleated blue jean shorts strapped shut by brown leather braided belts, some women seem to prefer men with lots of money. MY OPINION: Because apparently money talks and bullshit wears cool vintage clothing. FACT: Kid Rock is still famous. MY OPINION: Some people only have taste in their mouths. FACT: Some prefer Tom Cruise’s performances in Risky Business, Top Gun and Eyes Wide Shut to some of his other movies such as Cocktail, Days of Thunder and Jerry McGuire. MY OPINION: They all suck. FACT: Vinyl records have experienced a resurgence in popularity. MY OPINION: Why would anyone prefer a wobbly platter of dusty, scratchy petroleum to a cleaner, crisper, vastly superior digital file? There you have it—the difference between fact and opinion. Now, while you may or may not agree with any of the opinions expressed above, you can’t deny that these thoughts are just my brand of rhetoric. And if my good editors will allow, they are expressed “without fear or favor” just like that other pulp publication in our fair city. As Mayor Ron can probably attest, putting your ass on the line in a public forum will always generate some level of hate mail for sure. That’s why I don’t sweat it too much when people don’t completely agree with what I have to say. At least someone’s reading it…and thanks for doing so!
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Arts & Entertainment
By Michael Crumb
Collecting For Love T
he Bessie Smith Cultural Center is now featuring the touring Thompson-Wilson Collection. This collection includes prominent artists and diverse styles. Besides paintings, there are a number of etchings and serigraphs, as well as other media. Dorothy Thompson-Wilson, a retired professor, began the collection in 1978 in Washington, D.C. She taught art classes at her home, and eventually, the collection outgrew her residence. Now the collection has visited more than 10 other cities. The presence of the collection here in Chattanooga enhances our current art offerings. Art lovers should see this show before it closes on September 24. Among the collection’s pieces, two artists are particularly prominent: Romare Beardon and Joseph D. Holston Jr. There are other artists who have more than one piece in this collection, but there are also numerous artists who are represented by a single piece, and their uniqueness broadens the range of styles.
this seems subjective, but this picture does contain a sense of transparency. The subtext of this work remains obvious, but the vision by which the elements are treated seems more available to me. “The Family” has immense impact. Dorothy’s son Lamar Wilson told me that Joseph D. Holston Jr. was a neighbor of theirs in DC, and that his style has evolved to Cubism. Holston’s pieces in this collection feature earlier styles that express a range of accomplishment. His “Reclining Nude”, an etching/relief, is remarkably elegant. Its black-and-white initial impression becomes enhanced by a textural symmetry that enfolds the asymmetrical body. His “Nassau Strawberries”, a pastel, uses dynamic color with an expressionist background. In his other pieces, mostly etchings with hand color, the subjects are treated in various ways, but very consistently with dynamic force and selectivity of emphasis that provokes the eye. “Merry Go Round” is a marvelous example. Marvin Posey’s “The Family” and “The Dancer”, acrylic on canvas, portray figures with abstracted backgrounds. His vibrant colors serve the effects of the pieces well. These works possess great depth. Lamar Wilson explains that Posey was an artist from Tennessee who would go into music clubs and begin to paint while the music played. Then he would auction off the paintings at the end of the night. Of the represented artists’ work, there are a number of standout pieces. James King’s “The Couple” has a mystical quality, full of
“The subjects are treated in various ways, but very consistently with dynamic force and selectivity of emphasis that provokes the eye.” Most of Romare Beardon’s pieces are color lithographs. Of these, I recognize “Falling Star” from an earlier show at the BSCC, and this is a stunning work. Some of Beardon’s pieces have collage elements, elements that stand out against color tones. Other pieces are much busier. His “Louisiana Sequence” presents an expressionist treatment with instruments appearing in various places with vibrant colors and forms throughout. In “The Family”, a photoetching and aquatint, details and dynamics convey a sense of intimacy with the artist’s vision. This is a rare phenomenon, and do forgive me if
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color and texture. The couple themselves are metallic, and they are accented with celestial elements. The vibrancy and the texture of the whole move the viewer to joy. Paul Goodnight’s “Hydrants”, a color lithograph, astonishes with its dynamic motion and color tones, expressing ecstasy. Similarly, “Soweto Nights” by Zah Anderson, a serigraph, provides ecstatic movement with minimal colors. A color etching by Momdadu, “Lift Every Heart and Sing”, brings an archetypal feel with its patterned colors. John Riddle’s jazz painting “The Solo” also presents a figure with an expressionist background. Louis Delasarte’s “Jazz and Birdland”, a mixed media print, shows such honor for this fantastic moment in cultural history, full of synergy. An event on September 23 will close this exhibition. Viva our intrepid collectors!
“The Thompson-Wilson Collection” $7 admission Runs through September 24 Bessie Smith Cultural Center, 200 E. MLK Blvd. (423) 266-8658.
A&E Calendar Highlights Friday
Thursday
CSO Masterworks: Symphony No. 5, Schubert and Shostakovich CSO opens with two “Fifths” from major composers. $19-$78 8 p.m. Tivoli Theatre, 709 Broad St. (423) 267-8583. www. chattanoogasymphony.org
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4th Annual Regional Puppet Conference 9 a.m. Residence Inn & Conference Center, 2340 Center St. (423) 757-5259. Chattanooga Market Thursday Plaza Party 11 a.m. Miller Plaza, 850 Market St. www.chattanoogamarket.com Wild Grass (Independent Film Series) 1:10, 3:45, 6:20, 8:55 p.m. Majestic 12, 311 Broad St. iLead Professional Development Program 6 p.m. Hunter Museum of American Art, 10 Bluff View. (423) 266-0944. The Photographic Society of Chattanooga Meeting 6:30 p.m. St. John’s United Methodist Church, 3921 Murray Hills Dr. (423) 591-2916. Flicks Café: This Gun For Hire 6:30 p.m. Chattanooga-Hamilton County Bicentennial Library, 1001 Broad St. (423) 757-5310. Wood and Strings Theatre 7 p.m. Lee University, 1120 N Ocoee St., Cleveland, TN. (423) 614-8000.
Legally Blonde—The Musical The tale of Elle Woods in the singing and dancing version. $31.50-$56.50 8 p.m. Memorial Auditorium, 399 McCallie Ave. (423) 642-TIXS. www.chattanoogaonstage.com
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New Voices Poetry Reading Speak your verse among fellow poets. Free. 6:30 – 8:30 p.m. Pasha Coffee House, 3914 St. Elmo Ave.
4th Annual Regional Puppet Conference 9 a.m. Residence Inn & Conference Center, 2340 Center St. (423) 757-5259. 147th Anniversary of the Battle of Chickamauga 10 a.m. Chickamauga National Park, 3370 Lafayette Rd., Fort Oglethorpe, GA. (706) 866-9241. www.nps.gov/chch Hubble in 3D 11 a.m., 1, 3, 5,7 p.m. IMAX Theater at the Tennessee Aquarium, 1 Broad St. (800) 265-0695. Mystery of the Nightmare Office Party 6 p.m. Vaudeville Café, 138 Market St. (423) 517-1839. www.funnydinner.com Wood and Strings Theatre 7 p.m. Lee University, 1120 N Ocoee St., Cleveland, TN. (423) 614-8000. www.leeuniversity.edu/theatre C. S. Lewis Society of Chattanooga September Meeting 7 p.m. The Camp House, 1427 Williams St. www.cslewischattanooga.org
A Little Bit of Country & Rockn-Roll 7:30 p.m. Chattanooga Choo Choo, 1400 Market St. (423) 266-5000. www.choochoo.com Karen Mills 7:30, 10 p.m. The Comedy Catch, 3224 Brainerd Rd. (423) 629-2233. www.thecomedycatch.com CSO Masterworks: “Symphony No. 5, Schubert and Shostakovich” 8 p.m. Tivoli Theatre, 709 Broad St. (423) 267-8583. www.chattanoogasymphony.org Inception 8 p.m. IMAX Theater at the Tennessee Aquarium, 1 Broad St. (800) 265-0695. Chattanooga Ghost Tour 8:15 p.m. Walnut Street Bridge, 1 Walnut St. (423) 821-7125. www.chattanoogaghosttours.com Mystery of Flight 138 8:30 p.m. Vaudeville Café, 138 Market St. (423) 517-1839. Female Impersonation Show Midnight. Images, 6065 Lee Hwy. (423) 855-8210. www.imagesbar.com
Sunday 147th Anniversary of the Battle of Chickamauga 10 a.m. Chickamauga National Park, 3370 Lafayette Rd., Fort Oglethorpe, GA. (706) 866-9241. www.nps.gov/chch Chattanooga River Market 10 a.m. Tennessee Aquarium, 1 Broad St. (800) 265-0695. www.tnaqua.org Brainerd Farmers Market 10 a.m. Grace Episcopal Church parking lot, 20 Belvoir Ave. Hubble in 3D 11 a.m., 1,3, 5, 7 p.m. IMAX Theater at the Tennessee Aquarium, 1 Broad St. (800) 265-0695. Mosaic Market 11 a.m. 412 Market St. (corner of 4th/Market). (423) 624-3915 Art Til Dark Noon. Northshore. (423) 413-8999. arttildark.wordpress.com Football at the Falls Noon. Ruby Falls, 1720 South Scenic Hwy. (423) 821-2544. A Living Glass Art Experience 1 p.m. Ignis Glass Studio, 1800 Rossville Avenue, #4. (423) 265-2565.
“Buy Local Authors” Fundraiser: Poetry Writers Book Presentation 2 p.m. Eastgate Library, 5705 Marlin Rd., Ste. 1500, (423) 757-5310. Karen Mills 7:30, 10 p.m. The Comedy Catch, 3224 Brainerd Rd. (423) 629-2233. www.thecomedycatch.com A Little Bit of Country & Rockn-Roll 7:30 p.m. Chattanooga Choo Choo, 1400 Market St. (423) 266-5000. www.choochoo.com Legally Blonde - The Musical 8 p.m. Memorial Auditorium, 399 McCallie Ave. (423) 757-5156. www.chattanooga.gov Inception 8 p.m. IMAX Theater at the Tennessee Aquarium, 1 Broad St. (800) 265-0695. Chattanooga Ghost Tour 8:15 p.m. Walnut Street Bridge, 1 Walnut St. (423) 821-7125. Female Impersonation Show Midnight. Images, 6065 Lee Hwy. (423) 855-8210. www.imagesbar.com
Weekly Open Figure Drawing Live model in quick poses. $10 2 – 5 p.m. Rivoli Art Mill, 2301 E. 28th St. www.figuredrawing.net
Farm Sanctuary’s Walk for Farm Animals 2010 10 a.m. Ross’s Landing, Riverfront Pkwy. (423) 432-0500. 147th Anniversary of the Battle of Chickamauga 10 a.m. Chickamauga National Park, 3370 Lafayette Rd., Fort Oglethorpe, GA. (706) 866-9241. Chattanooga Market 11 a.m. First Tennessee Pavilion, 1826 Carter St. (423) 266-4041. Football at the Falls Noon. Ruby Falls, 1720 South Scenic Hwy. (423) 821-2544. “Buy Local Authors” Fundraiser: Poetry Writers Book Signing 1 p.m. Eastgate Library, 5705 Marlin Rd. Suite 1500, (423) 757-5310. Family Day at TN River Gardens 1:30 p.m. TN River Gardens, 22573 Highway 41. (423) 821-7341. Selah in Concert 6:30 p.m. Collegedale Community Church, 4995 Swinyar Dr. (423) 396-5464. Karen Mills 8 p.m. The Comedy Catch, 3224 Brainerd Rd. (423) 629-2233.
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A&E Calendar Highlights Monday 147th Anniversary of the Battle of Chickamauga 10 a.m. Chickamauga National Park, 3370 Lafayette Rd., Fort Oglethorpe, GA. (706) 866-9241. www.nps.gov/chch Power 94 Comedy Night 7:30 p.m. The Comedy Catch, 3224 Brainerd Rd. (423) 629-2233. www.thecomedycatch.com Speak Easy: Spoken Word and Poetry 8 p.m. The Office, 901 Carter St. (inside the Days Inn) “Flavors of Tuscany” by Cam Busch North River Civic Center, 1009 Executive Dr. Ste. 102. (423) 870-8924. “Kathleen Mack Exhibit” Shuptrine Fine Art Group, 2646 Broad St. (423) 266-4453. www.shuptrinefineartgroup.com “Butterfly Handled Tea Paraphernalia” Houston Museum of Decorative Arts, 201 High St. (423) 267-7176. www.thehoustonmuseum.com
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Tuesday Chai Steppers Noon Jewish Cultural Center, 5461 North Terrace Rd. (423) 493-0270. www.jewishchattanooga.com One Way Ticket: A Musical Journey 6 p.m. Chattanooga High School Center for Creative Arts, 1301 Dallas Rd. (423) 209-5942. “Americana-Freedom” Juried Exhibition Shuptrine Fine Art Group, 2646 Broad St. (423) 266-4453. www.shuptrinefineartgroup.com “The Flag in Our Hands, Seeking America in 2009” Saint Andrews-Sewanee School, 290 Quintard Rd, Sewanee, TN. (931) 598-5651. Local Artists Exhibit Reflections Gallery, Eastgate Town Center, 5600 Brainerd Rd. (423) 892-3072. www.reflectionsgallerytn.com “The World Within” River Gallery, 400 E. 2nd St. (423) 265-5033. www.river-gallery.com.
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Wednesday Main Street Farmers Market 4 p.m. Main St. at Williams St. www.mainstfarmersmarket.com Works by Lynne A. Mayer and Deidra Nehrenz My Color Image Boutique and Gallery, 330 Frazier Ave. (423) 598-6202. “Collecting is a Legacy: The Thompson-Wilson Collection” Bessie Smith Cultural Center, 200 E. Martin Luther King Blvd. (423) 266-8658. “Nature’s Way” Bill Shores Frame and Gallery, 307 Manufacturers Rd. (423) 756-6746. www.billshoresframes.com Stephen Rolfe Powell Glass Exhibition Hunter Museum of American Art, 10 Bluff View. (423) 266-0944. “Reflectance” Sewanee University Art Gallery, 68 Georgia Ave. www.sewanee.edu/gallery “West & West” Reflections Gallery, 6922 Lee Hwy. www.reflectionsgallerytn.com
Editor’s Pick: Featured Event Of The Week
Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky Next entry in the AEC Independent Film Series examines the love affair between the soon-to-be famous designer and the Russian composer. For showtimes, contact www.carmike.com Carmike Majestic 12, 311 Broad St. www.artsedcouncil.org
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“Over The Hill” –start adding on the years.
Free Will Astrology VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): “Nothing is more conducive to peace of mind than not having any opinions at all.” German aphorist Georg Christoph Lichtenberg said that, and now I’m offering it for you to use. Are you game? Try this experiment: For seven days, divest yourself of your opinions. And I mean all of them: opinions about politicians, celebrities, immigration reform, rockabilly music, your friends’ choices in mates—everything. For this grace period, be utterly non-judgmental and openminded and tolerant. Allow everything to be exactly what it is without any need to wish it were otherwise. By experiment’s end, you’ll probably feel more relaxed than you have in a long time. LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): The Latin motto “Dulcius ex aspiris” means “Sweetness out of difficulty.” It has a different meaning from “relief after difficulty” or “character-building from difficulty.” It suggests a scenario in which a challenging experience leads not just to a successful outcome, but also to a delicious, soothing harmony that would not have been possible without the difficulty. This is what I foresee coming for you, Libra. SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Give the best gifts you can possibly give, Scorpio. Don’t hoard any of the intense blessings you have at your disposal. It’s time to unveil the fullness of your idiosyncratic generosity…to bestow upon the world the naked glory of your complex mojo. Some people will be better able than others to receive and use your zesty offerings, and it’s OK to favor them with more of your magnanimity. On the other hand, don’t spend too long worrying about the fine points of how to disseminate your wealth. The important thing is to let it flow like a river fresh from eternity.
Across 1 Gets droopy 5 “Caught you!” cries 9 “I’d Rather Go Naked Than Wear Fur” org. 13 Mrs. Peacock’s game 14 Coffeehouse order 16 Persian’s place 17 Tell-all book where Popeye’s girl admits she loved Bluto? 20 Sleek swimmer 21 Temple site near Luxor 22 Macbeth, and others 24 Former money in Spain 28 Waxy buildup site 29 Airport guess: abbr. 32 Decorated anew 33 ACLU’s concern: abbr. 34 “See ya later, everybody” 36 Composer who’s a marching band staple 37 Review of a long-ago hit as “really bothersome”? 40 Former Chinese premier Zhou ___ 42 Welcome, as houseguests 43 Three before LBJ 46 Walked over 48 Agent
49 Guitar amp effect 50 A roll of 4 and 6, in craps 52 ___-faire 54 Encircled 57 ___ with everything 58 Perfume maker, really? 62 Late magician Henning 63 Division of Islam 64 Beginner: var. 65 Plato of “Diff ’rent Strokes” 66 “The Man Who Fell to Earth” director Nicolas 67 Cong. meeting Down 1 Foot-powered vehicle 2 Hot stuff 3 Santana highlights 4 Digits some people write with an extra slash 5 TLA sometimes paired with LOL 6 Catchy part of a song 7 Prefix for -gon 8 Pointy 9 Gave a hard time to 10 Slip up 11 ___ kwon do 12 Six-legged hauler 15 “Lou Grant” star Ed
18 Before, to Burns 19 Makes a gradual transition 23 Big rig 25 No pushover 26 Ques. counterpart 27 Word before cow or horse 30 “Little piggies” 31 Pursuing 34 Just plain dumb 35 Like some refills 38 “Alejandro” singer 39 Sounds from a toy poodle 40 Summer, in Saint-Tropez 41 Gun-toting gp. 44 Black eyes 45 Bullfighting figures 47 “Shoot!” 49 Tennis great Chris and family 51 Senegalese singer Youssou ___ 53 Blood type system 55 Cube maker Rubik 56 Unit of force 58 Like 69 59 Mauna ___ (macadamia nut brand) 60 Kicks 61 Permanent hairdo?
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SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): “Do not think you will necessarily be aware of your own enlightenment,” said Zen Buddhist teacher Dogen. Which leads me to say: “Do not think you will necessarily be aware of becoming a role model and potent influence.” The way I see it, either of those developments may happen in the coming weeks. Without suffering any pangs of selfconsciousness, you could suddenly find yourself thrust into a higher, brighter, more powerful state of being. I doubt there’ll be any stress or strain involved. Rather, it will naturally occur while you’re being your strongminded, expansive self, trying simply to rearrange the world to conform to your vision of paradise. CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Soon it will probably be time for you to wrap up the Season of Exploration. You’ve surveyed the outlands and fringe areas enough for now, right? I’m guessing that you’ve reconnoitered the forbidden zones so thoroughly that you may not need to do any more probing. Or am I wrong about this? Am I underestimating your longing to push out to the frontiers and beyond? Maybe your brushes with exotic creatures and tempting adventures have whetted your appetite for even more escapades. I’ll tell you what, Capricorn: I’m going to trust your intuition on this one. Are you ready to rein in your risk-taking, or are you hungry for more? AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): When I was living in Los Angeles in the summer of 1986, I had a memorable dream. In the dream, I was dancing with God. As best as I can describe it, the Divine Wow was a female whirlwind exuding cool blue fire and singing ecstatic melodies. Now and then I caught a glimpse of something that resembled a face and body, but mostly she was a sparkling fluidic vortex that I moved in and out of as we floated and tumbled and leaped. The contact was so vivid and visceral that from that day forward I never again said, “I believe in God.” My experience was as real as making love with a human being; “belief ” was irrelevant. I predict that you will soon have a comparable encounter with a primal force, Aquarius—whatever passes for “God” in your world. PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): The eighth-century theologian known as the Venerable Bede compared our
By Rob Brezsny Truthrooster@gmail.com existence to a sparrow that flies in the window of a royal castle while the king is enjoying a winter feast with his entourage. Outside, a snowstorm is raging. Inside, there’s a big fire in the hearth that keeps everyone warm. But the sparrow doesn’t stay in this welcoming place; it quickly flies out another window on the other side of the dining room, refraining from plucking any of the delicious scraps of food the revelers have discarded. Bede says that the sparrow’s actions are like ours in our own approach to living our lives. Well, guess what, Pisces: I don’t think that will be true for you in the coming months. Judging from the astrological omens, I suspect that once you fly into the feast room, you won’t depart like a restless, confused wanderer. You will linger. ARIES (March 21-April 19): When teen pop star Miley Cyrus appeared on David Letterman’s late-night TV talk show, band leader Paul Schaeffer asked her if she lipsyncs to pre-recorded music during her performances. Miley replied that no, she never fakes it. For evidence, she said, anyone could go watch a Youtube clip from one of her concerts. Sometimes she sounds terrible, which proves that she’s risking the imperfection of actually singing live. I urge you to follow Miley’s lead in your own sphere, Aries. In the coming week, you really do need to be as raw as the law allows. Be your authentic self, please—with no Auto-Tune-like enhancements. TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Here’s your mantra: BIG GREEN LUCK EVERYWHERE. I urge you to say it frequently in the coming days. Sing it softly to yourself while you’re driving your car or riding on public transportation. Whisper it as a prayer before each meal. BIG GREEN LUCK EVERYWHERE. Chant it in rhythm to your steps as you walk. Murmur it to the tiny angel looking down at you from the ceiling just before you drop off to sleep. Yell it out as you’re dancing beneath the sky. BIG GREEN LUCK EVERYWHERE. It’ll work its magic even if you don’t know exactly why you’re saying it or what it means. GEMINI (May 21-June 20): This is an excellent time for you to revamp your relationship with your body. All the cosmic rhythms are aligned to help you. How should you go about it? The first thing to do is formulate your intentions. For example, would you like to feel more perfectly at home in your body? Would you revel in the freedom of knowing that the body you have is exactly right for your soul’s needs? Can you picture yourself working harder to give your body the food and sleep and movement it requires to be at its best? If you have any doubts about how to proceed, ask your body to provide you with clues. CANCER (June 21-July 22): While growing up, U.S. president Abraham Lincoln lived in Indiana for 14 years. The Lincoln Boyhood National Memorial commemorates his time there. When my friend Janet was seven years old, her second-grade class visited the place. While strolling around outside, she found a BandAid on the ground and excitedly assumed it had once graced a booboo on Old Abe himself. She took it home and secretly used it as a talisman. When she rubbed it on her own wounds, it seemed to have magical healing properties. Only later did she realize that Band-Aids weren’t invented until 55 years after Lincoln’s death. No matter. The artifact had done a superb job. I predict you will soon find a comparable placebo, Cancerian. LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Afghan farmers grow a lot of poppies—more than anywhere else in the world. While most of the crop is converted into opium and heroin, it could just as well be used to create poppy seed bagels—as many as 357 trillion of them by one estimate. The way I see it, Leo, you have a comparable choice ahead of you. A resource that’s neutral in its raw or natural state could be harnessed in a relatively good cause or a not-so-good cause. And I bet you will be instrumental in determining which way it goes.
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On The Beat
Local Drug Dealers Feeling Economic Downturn by Alex Teach The Pulse Cynic Correspondent
CHATTANOOGA – It might have a reputation as a growth industry in good times and bad, but that does not mean the local drug trade is immune to the economic troubles affecting other parts of the business world and private sector. “This is ridiculous,” says local drug dealer Raymond “Dry Bones” Jefferson, a second-tier dealer in the greater Highland Park and Duncan Avenue area. “I got bills to pay, too. And my late fee is a jacketed hollow point slug to the back of the head. That’s a lot of pressure to sell,” he went on to explain. “Say…you ever get wet?” Tri-state-area drug dealers are a demographic often left out of mainstream media reports during these trying times, yet traffickers throughout the region are reporting declining revenues across the board as both recreational and hard-core users cut costs amid a tough economy. “We’re just not getting what we used to,” said David “Bulky Slick” Reiss, another second-tier dealer in the East M. L. King and Palmetto Street area. “It used to be I couldn’t keep a Double Bubble or a Buda in stock. Now I can barely move a Tin or an Aspirin pop.” He’s not alone. Most area drug dealers contacted for this article reluctantly reported that enrollments have dropped steadily over the past two years. The same trend is going on throughout the nation, according to numerous street-wise sources surveyed from New York to San Diego. The employment problem was initially a boon to the illicit drug trade. People who were laid off no longer needed child care, and their free time skyrocketed while their self-esteem plummeted to unforeseen lows, one of the primary reasons people do drugs in the first place.
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“It was, like, a golden age for drug dealing,” Reiss said. “There was no end in sight.” Successful, secure people employed for years and decades suddenly found themselves jobless with only minimal savings, having eliminated thoughts of saving cash in preference to relying upon readily available credit for things as inappropriate as rent and small amounts of weed, which quickly went from a hobby to a crutch as prospects for month-tomonth security slowly grew more distant for the newly unemployed. Another unexpected boon to the drug trade was the downsizing of corporate laboratories. As professionals in the fields of chemistry and agriculture were laid off, new local suppliers of high-quality products came on the scene, drastically lowering costs to street dealers by reducing the need for risk-heavy imports and the turf wars that inevitably developed between the points of manufacture in and outside the U.S. and the products’ eventual sale. “It was like a Sam’s for drug dealers was built in our own back yards,” according to another source who wished to be identified only as “Two-time Dick”. But like all towers, the higher it was built, the further and faster it would eventually fall, and fall it did. As the employment drought stretched on, so did the purchasing power of the non-user elements of society. And like any delicate ecosystem, the removal of readily stolen articles for the common drug user led to a shortage of cash, and this deficit eventually hit the dealers themselves as well. “We never saw it coming,” said Bulky Slick. “Granted, we were high most of the
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time, but it still seems unfair.” While many dealers and users alike are trying to come up with unique ways of dealing with these challenges, many have already cut costs to the bare minimum and are not sure where to turn. Local thief James “Skinny Tickle” Avery said that the downturn was so sudden it also took the cushion away before hitting rock bottom. “Even rehab is gone,” says Avery. “Was before, when you got too far into the ‘the Game’ you could just ease up into CADAS or some Bible ranch. Now, even they is shut down because nobody’s got insurance no more.” “Its signs is everywhere,” he went on to say. “I broke into, like, three, maybe five houses this week. Nothing. Not even toothpaste. Who don’t buy toothpaste?” “I can’t even imagine what this Christmas is going to be like,” he said while looking listlessly at the ground and absently scratching at a scab-covered neck. “Breaking and entering is work. Hard work. Imagine going to all that trouble and finding an empty damn Christmas tree. And while you’re already Jonesen’ at that.”
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Film Feature
By John DeVore
One Too Many Zombies I
haven’t seen a “Resident Evil” movie since the first one. One was really enough for me, and as far as zombie movies go, it was pretty close to the bottom; it wasn’t My Boyfriend’s Back or Dead Alive, but it wasn’t Romero territory either. There have been four films now, so I went into this one two films behind. I believe that I missed a few plot points, so I’m going to see if I can fill in the blanks here. By the end of the first film, Alice (Milla Jovovich) had fought her way through hordes of zombies out of the underground labs of the evil Umbrella Corporation, which created the virus that caused the zombie outbreak, only to find that the virus had spread so quickly, the surface had been overrun. In the second movie, Alice kills a lot of zombies. She gets out of the city, only to find that the rest of the world had been overrun, and that the Umbrella Corporation has continued to experiment with the virus, and are pursuing her for some reason. At the end of the second film, she is cornered by Umbrella and zombies. In the third film, she kills a lot of zombies and faceless Umbrella Corporation soldiers and is accidentally infected with the virus, but instead of becoming a zombie she inexplicably gains superpowers. She then returns to the underground facility to exact her revenge. This is where we begin in Resident Evil: Afterlife. How close am I? A quick check of Wikipedia reveals that I’m off in my timeline (She gained superpowers in the second movie). But that’s not important. What is important is that Milla Jovovich wears skintight clothing and gets wet a lot.
based on video games completely ignore the source material in favor of retooling story and character into something unrecognizable. Popular video games usually have tightly knit stories that could easily be lifted and adapted without much work. This would please the target demographic to no end, seeing as they are really only interested in having their interests validated onscreen. Add a few actors that geeks like (Milla Jovovich, Alyson Hannigan, Carrie from Mythbusters) and some high-tech visuals and the movie basically makes itself. Hollywood doesn’t do that, however. Instead, they take a popular video game title, put it on a movie that has very few recognizable features of that title, and make a poorly acted, inexplicable mess of industrial music and graphic violence. Resident Evil: Afterlife is an exceptional execution of this format. As I said, we begin where Resident Evil: Extinction left off. The opening scenes of the movie look essentially like a music video, with lots of incomprehensible battles, slow-motion shots of Alice posing with intimidating weapons, and dead henchmen set to electronic drumbeats. Alice dispatches 20to-30 henchmen in hand-to-hand combat, before annihilating an entire squadron with her mind. This seems to be a more efficient way of killing bad guys, but she insists on cutting their heads off with swords while she jumps over them in slow motion. Alice may have anger issues. We learn later
“I’ve never understood why movies based on video games completely ignore the source material in favor of retooling story and character into something unrecognizable.” The film series is based on a series of video games in the same way Wild Wild West is a documentary on 1860s law enforcement. One doesn’t have anything to do with the other. I’ve never understood why movies
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that Alice isn’t alone; it fact, she has hundreds of clones of herself helping her take down the facility. This is a clever way of getting as much Milla Jovovich as possible. A few fight scenes and some exposition later, Alice gets injected with a serum that attacks her T-cells which cause her to get…HIV? Granted my medical knowledge is small, but I remember something about T-cells and AIDS from my health classes. But in the world of movies, Alice loses her powers rather than suffering from a deadly autoimmune disease. This doesn’t make her any less formidable. She can still survive plane crashes, kill zombies, and do back flips with the best of them. Ultimately, Alice ends up on top of a maximum-security prison in Los Angeles, with other zombie survival stereotypes, looking for a way to reach a ship broadcasting hope for the future. Oh, and there’s a big guy with a giant hammer/axe. I don’t know what that’s about. Resident Evil: Afterlife is the only new film that opened as a wide release this week. So far, it has taken in $28 million in ticket sales. This lack of competition must have been intentional. I can’t think of any other reason why it has done so well—unless it has something to do with the film being released in 3D. Ten dollars and fifty cents for a matinee combined with nothing else new to see could potentially make even a movie as terrible as this one a recordbreaker. I’m on to you, Hollywood.
Resident Evil: Afterlife Directed by Paul W. S. Anderson Starring Milla Jovovich, Ali Larter, Kim Coates Rated R Running time: 1 hour, 30 minutes
New In Theaters The Town Career thief Doug MacRay considers deepening his relationship with Claire, a bank teller who was traumatized by a recent heist—and who has no idea that Doug was behind the crime. Meanwhile, an investigator, who is close to unmasking Doug’s secret life, wrestles with his feelings for Claire. Ben Affleck enters the third phase of his career, writing, starring and directing a film that many early reviews predict could be in contention for a Best Picture nomination. While Affleck has been somewhat of a tabloid target over the past several years, his second turn behind the lens shows a great deal of maturity and a deft hand with actors. Whether people are willing to take in a heavyweight drama set in a nearly monochromatic Boston underworld during a still, hot September remains to be seen. Stars: Ben Affleck, Rebecca Hall, Jon
Alpha and Omega After being relocated to Idaho by park rangers, a female and a male wolf face a dangerous trip across unfamiliar territory in their attempt to find their way home to Canada. Another animated feature that seems to have been made by a studio with no knowledge of how to market animated films. Co-director Anthony Bell worked on “The Boondocks”, while partner Ben Gluck has been a go-to storyboard artist for years, but one wonders if studio Lionsgate can effectively promote the film, which so far has been almost entirely invisible. Stars: Hayden Panettiere, Christina Ricci, Justin Long Director: Anthony Bell, Ben Gluck
Hamm Director: Ben Affleck either virgins or gay? Stars: Emma Stone, Amanda Bynes, Penn Badgley Director: Will Gluck
Devil A group of people trapped in a elevator realize that the devil is among them. Written and produced, but not directed, by M. Night Shyamalan who is attempting to reinvent his film career by going away from big-picture spooky dramas and focusing on small-scale classic horror/suspense. Just don’t watch this in a theater that has an elevator. Stars: Chris Messina, Caroline Dhavernas, Bokeem Woodbine Director: Drew Dowdle, John Erick Dowdle
Easy A
Never Let Me Go
As she studies the classic novel The Scarlet Letter, high schooler Olive Penderghast notices her parallels to the novel and begins to work the school’s rumor mill to advance her social and financial standing. Director Will Gluck moves away from light-hearted fluff films and starts working on his own screenplays, this one a rather innovative spin on a classic tale—though the choice of casting Emma Stone as a wallflower who can’t get attention until she become a faux-slut seems a bit far-fetched. Also, what high school is America is inhabited solely by boys who are
In a dystopian Britain, boarding school friends Ruth, Kathy, and Tommy face the sobering reality that awaits them all as they mature into adults. Director Mark Romanek long-awaited follow-up to One Hour Photo tackles a world in which people are cloned for use in organ transplants. The story the film is based on, written by Kazuo Ishiguro, is considered by many to be one of the best contemporary novels ever written. Stars: Keira Knightley, Carey Mulligan, Andrew Garfield Director: Mark Romanek
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Spirits Within
By Joshua Hurley
Margaritas To Go By request, we are re-running this piece from earlier in the summer.
Several weeks ago, I was watching a science-fiction film involving space travel. A character in the film offered another character a drink. He then produced a brown cube, which he placed into a rocks glass. The character then placed the glass on what looked like a coffee machine’s broiler, but instead of water streaming through the filter’s spigot, the machine shot a laser to the cube that then melted into brown whiskey. How’s that for portability! Sadly, we may be 100 years from such an invention, but today and for this week’s “Great Buy”, we can offer a premade margarita in a pouch that you freeze to enjoy a slushy margarita that can be taken anywhere. Great Buys is a weekly column where Riley’s Wine and Spirits on Hixson Pike in Hixson picks something exciting from the area’s largest selection of wine and spirits from around the world and shares it with the readership of The Pulse. Cordina’s Mar’go’ritas were created by two gentlemen vacationing together with their families. The two guys, who work in the spirits industry, were relaxing with frozen margaritas on a beach and wondering how they could package a single-serving margarita that you could freeze and would stay slushy for a period of time after removed from the freezer. Ultimately, one of the men’s sons passed by enjoying a Capri Sun (the popular fruit punch in a foil bag) and bingo!— they had their package. The foil pack works perfectly to insulate the frozen drink and keep it slushy for up to five hours. Now, having the packaging figured out, the two inventors went about figuring the drink’s formula. Number one, it contains real lime juice, nothing artificial or fake. Number two, it’s got real salt—both blended together with 100 percent agave wine. What is agave wine? Well, first of all, tequila is made from the agave, which is
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a cactus-like plant found in the desert. The agave can stand up to 10 feet tall and contains long, threatening, sword-like clusters that make it look similar to the aloe plant—but in fact the agave plant is a relative of the pineapple. Once every eight-to-twelve years, the plant’s sap rushes to the base of the plant, which causes the agave to bloom. This alerts the farmers that the plant is ready for harvesting. Once harvested, the plant’s stalk is cut into pieces and crushed to extract all its juice. If the juice were to become tequila, it would then be distilled and aged in oak. To become “agave wine”, that same juice is fermented much the same way port wine is made. Like port wine, agave wine can be fortified. This means distilled spirits can be added to it to increase its alcohol content from its initial 7.5 percent. The fortified wine is between 20 and 25 percent alcohol. Agave wine’s similarity to port allows it a wine classification; therefore it is not subject to liquor’s harsher regulations and can be sold at bars with beer and wine licensing. Riley’s Wine and Spirits offers Cordina’s Mar’go’ritas in four-packs for $9.61 plus tax or one-pack for $2.50 each plus tax. Available already frozen. Cheers!
The Pulse • Dining Out Spotlight
El Ranchero Heats Up East Ridge by D. E. Langley “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” “The stronger the breeze, the stronger the trees.” “Every cloud has a silver lining.” We’ve all heard these adages time and again, their utility to us seemingly varied with the severity of the predicament we face at a given moment. Life hurled a bushel of lemons recently at Mike Patel, owner of the Country Hearth Inn at 6700 Ringgold Road. Flooding had destroyed the sports bar adjacent to the inn, and Patel was left with an empty shell of an eatery, with no kitchen to supply meals for his guests. Rather than simply reopen the sports bar, he decided instead to use the necessity of renovation as an opportunity to open a fullfledged restaurant. In addition to the standard repairs needed, he remodeled, changed the menu, and brought in new management. The result? El Ranchero, a Mexican restaurant and bar, opened in June. So why Mexican? “Everybody loves Mexican food,” Patel told me, “and there wasn’t really a sit-down Mexican restaurant in this area.” That’s certainly not the case anymore. Tablecloths and Spanish-style recessed niches greet guests with a lounge atmosphere, ideal for sitting down to a nice meal with friends. The menu at El Ranchero is an extensive mix of both authentic Mexican plates and the dishes most Americans think of when the subject of Mexican food is brought up. “It’s authentic Mexican as well as the ‘classics,’” Patel said. “We are using fresh produce and not taking shortcuts, no MSG or anything like that.” That philosophy means in addition to the items you might be more accustomed to (including $3.99 lunch specials!), you’ll find
dishes like chilaquiles (tortilla chips, resoftened by simmering in a tasty sauce), nopales a’la Mexicana (cactus cooked with peppers), sincronizadas (a regional ham and cheese sandwich, not to be mistaken for a quesadilla), and, perhaps the most interesting item for gringos, the molcajete. The word “molcajete” actually refers to the type of mortar (as in “mortar and pestle”) the dish is served in. The bowl is heated and filled with a variety of meats, the warmed basalt serving to keep the “meat cocktail” toasty throughout one’s meal. Despite the presence of these classic Mexican especialidades (and more), something else caught my eye, or to be more honest, caught my nostrils. A couple sitting at the bar had ordered some fajitas just as I walked in, and the intoxicating smell was still lingering after I spoke with the owner about the menu. “Oh, the Texas fajitas,” Patel acknowledged, as if he’d been waiting for me to ask. “We already have
repeat customers coming in for them.” That little tidbit, combined with that heaven-sent, redolent aroma, settled the question of what dish I would sample that evening. I didn’t even bother asking specifics. When the sizzling dish was brought out, I enjoyed discovering not only steak (the namesake of the dish), but chicken and shrimp as well, all interspersed with peppers, onions, and juicy tomatoes. The seasoning was superb, and explained the provocative smell. Each component was absolutely delicious. Joined with rice and beans, and accompanied by sour cream, pico de gallo, and guacamole, the portion size was unbelievable. After putting down four flour tortillas stuffed with the mixture, I still had enough left over for another meal! I certainly understand how the dish could inspire a repeat visit. The food isn’t the only draw at El Ranchero. The bar serves beer, and they’re in the process of getting their liquor license. At present, they have 12-ounce drafts for 99 cents, and for those with a mighty thirst, 32-ounce drafts for $1.99. Once the full bar arrives, Patel told me, it will be unique to the area. Given El Ranchero’s location adjacent to the Inn, it’s also a great spot for hosting large groups. They have meeting rooms and party rooms available, and will gladly cater a Mexican feast for your crowd, even if you’re not staying at the hotel. Having a rough day? A good drink and a full belly always help. Drop by El Ranchero. They’ve been making lemonade since the day they opened. (Not really. But the fajitas are killer.) El Ranchero, 6700 Ringgold Road. Open 11 a.m. to 10 p.m. Call (423) 826-2950 .
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Ask A Mexican!
By Gustavo Arellano
Univision and the Aztecs
“That Mexican flag image of the eagle perched upon a cactus upon a stone in a lake, with a gripped snake in its beak? Came from the Aztec myth that they were to build Tenochtitlán in the area where they found such an image.”
Ask the Mexican at themexican@ askamexican.net, be his fan on Facebook, follow him on Twitter or ask him a video question at youtube.com/askamexicano!
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Dear Mexican, I work at a large hotel in Orange County where 80 percent of the employees are Latin American, primarily Mexican. I love all of them and enjoy working with them. However, the one thing that bothers me is that when they are speaking to each other, they only speak in Spanish. They do it in front of our customers and we have had some complaints about it. To me, it’s equivalent to whispering in front of someone. In addition, we have a break room with a television and they will always have it on the Spanish channel. Some of them will offer to change it when a nonSpanish speaking employee comes in, but for the most part, they don’t even offer and seem annoyed if we ask to change it to a show we can all understand. I’m a supervisor and feel that I should bring it to their attention how rude it can be what they are doing, but do not want to offend them or their culture. Is it rude for me to ask or do you believe I have a right to ask them to only speak English at work? — The English Only Speaking Employee Dear Gabacho, Two separate concerns here: the public and private workplace. As a supervisor, you can make your employees hablar English while in front of customers and not risk a discrimination complaint (although I would tell your customers that, no: the Mexicans aren’t whispering about them. Probably discussing Chivas soccer). But ask them to switch off the Univisión for ESPN, and beware of federal precedent. A 2008 consent decree by the United States District Court in Massachusetts allowed the Salvation Army
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to require workers to speak English in front of customers, but also allowed foreign-language workers to use their native tongue while on break. Breakroom politics mandate that television privileges are inherited through a strict line of remote-control succession, but you can always play the gabacho card and ask the TV tlatoani to switch the channel out of common courtesy. But other than that, you’re caca out of luck. Enjoy Sábado Gigante! Dear Mexican, It seems like a large number of MexicanAmericans trace their ancestry back to west-central Mexico—Jalisco, Michoacán, and nearby. Well, these areas were never controlled by the Aztecs! The Indian blood in people from that part of Mexico comes from Tarascan or other nations. So, how do Mexicans of other-than-Aztec ancestry feel about the constant Aztec symbolism in the national iconography—the eagle with a snake in its mouth, the Nahuatl words, and for that matter, the name of the country itself!? — Conozco Demasiado Dear Know-A-Lot, Gracias for reminding gabachos that Mexican indigenous society isn’t just of Aztec ancestry. That said, we’re so far removed from the initial contact between the Aztecs and Spaniards that most nonNahua Mexicans don’t give a segunda thought to the subsequent appropriation, integration, and propagation of Aztec imagery by criollos and mestizos while
creating the Mexican national character. Another history lesson, gabachos: That Mexican flag image of the eagle perched upon a cactus upon a stone in a lake, with a gripped snake in its beak? Came from the Aztec myth that they were to build Tenochtitlán in the area where they found such an image. Nahuatl loan words in Mexican Spanish? Nearly all that end with the suffix –te—chocolate, tomate, zopilote, cacahuate, mayate—and hundreds of others. The actual name, Mexico? From Mexica, what the Aztecs actually called themselves. And the Virgin of Guadalupe, Mexico’s ultimate symbol? A syncretism of the Spanish black Madonna by the same name and the Aztec goddess Tonantzin. There still is resistance to such ideology among certain indigenous, but the struggles of the Mixtecos and Zapatistas at this point is more against the current ruling class than the direct descendants of Cuauhtémoc at this point. As for why so many Mexicans identify with their imaginary Aztec ancestry? Another pregunta, otra column—but same bat channel.