Wow. Memphis was rocking and everyone came knocking this weekend. Saturday, I hit five parties and only 3 of them were intentional. You couldn’t swing a black cat without hitting a good time last night. The effects were felt as far away as Spain. Unfortunately, I left my camera at home. It wasn’t entirely intentional but I’ll admit I took it as an omen to go off script. Continue reading Le Fil (The Thread) ~ Camille
After a long week of chaotic events and whiskey, I decided to go for a low-key option last night. At least that’s what I thought I was doing. One of the things that comes along with relaxing is the potential to end up somewhere unexpected. It’s where the whole “go with the flow” concept comes from I think. Anyway, there were definitely some currents flowing last night and I got ride along in the slipstream. Continue reading Pirate Bar Hustle
This is a great place to live because Memphis almost always has something going on during the weekends. But sometimes it’s a regular weeknight and you don’t feel like dealing with the bells and whistles, right? I’ve compiled a list of the things I like to do (or want to do) on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. This list is far from complete. I have many more corners of the city to explore in the coming months. These are just some the pit stops I find most interesting.
In the month of July I sort of dropped the ball on events and happenings around Memphis. Let’s face it, the month was jam-packed full of fun things to do. If you were waiting for me to tell you about them… well then this blog must be way more popular than I thought.
Anyway, I had a great time enjoying myself and writing up some of the highlights. I’m going to give you some of the events for August so you can mark your calendars and plan ahead, before The Christmas in September hits. Also at the end of this post I will announce something completely new and innovative…
Summer heat was in full force last weekend but that didn’t stop the parties. There were so many things to do that I decided to skip everything I had heard about and go find new places for fun. I didn’t have to look far. From an innovative art show to authentic Memphis blues, there’s always something new to see in downtown Memphis. Oddly, the weekend appeared to have an R-rated theme and yet stay PG the entire time.
On Friday I grabbed a ride downtown for the (non) Trolley Night on Main Street. During my time near Madison and Main I discovered an anomaly. Continue reading Body Paint & Brothels
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*ahem*
Picture this.
Empty stage.
Matte black floor dotted with the remains of old tape.
A single light bulb dangles from an unseen chain above the stage.
Dusty curtains hang limply, neither open nor shut, simply there.
A woman emerges into the unflattering light carrying a wooden box.
She places the box on the black floor with a thump.
Reaching in her back pocket, she pulls out a container of hand soap.
Using a small caddy, she hooks it over the edge of the box.
Stepping up to stand on top of the box, spreading her arms for balance, the woman turns toward you and folds her hands demurely.
Holding a steady gaze, she smiles and begins to speak…
I love the way summer heat and handheld explosives eke out the wild side of most Amuricans in the beginning of July. I think it’s an innate response to all the social repression and politeness that has engulfed civilization. Granted, the thrill of fireworks has been watered down a bit since I was a kid but there’s still something to be said for simply enjoying explosions. I think most people my age can fondly recall the year someone’s dad set fire to the yard while under the influence of child-like enthusiasm and beer.
This year, I spent most of the Fourth hanging out at home. My events calendar convinced me that the real action was on Saturday this year. I was invited to see a large group of upstanding citizens shake their groove thangs during the Big Bad Mamajamma No Excuses Dance Party over in Crosstown. I’m not much of a dancer but there is one specific genre of music I find irresistible – 90s disco. So pretty much from the moment I walked in, I was infected with the beats. Continue reading Cinco de Julio
When the power went out on Monday, I pretty much abandoned my plans for productivity that night and headed up to the P&H to relax. I had a friend-date that evening and people in dive bars on Mondays are notoriously cool. In all the confusion, I completely forgot that P&H does open mic on Monday nights. Tiffany Harmon, the emcee, showed up for an early dinner and tipped me off to the event. She added that Michael Joyner was the feature artist and, like bacon, that just made it better.
That’s about as far into my post on the Fitz’s Ultimate Cookin’ Hookers (FUCH) I got when the power went out last night.
Zap.
So I went to the P&H to wait it out. It’s a great thing I did – there was no shortage of good people and fun awaiting me there. But first, let me tell you about Sunday at The Buccaneer Lounge. Continue reading Fitz-