Winners are boring.
Losers are sad.
Middle class is a swampy mass of challenges
Sharp
Unforgiving
Sometimes fatal
Living in the middle
Keeps blood pumping
Ideas churning
Connections
Detachment
Floating through time
Learning to choose the moment
Before it chooses you
Not thin
Never fat
Caressing egos
Stroking thighs
Collars chafe more than cuffs
Now about those hemorrhoids
Classy
Sassy
Kinda gross
We all have to eat!
Dare you
Shake the peach tree
Succulent
Fleshy
All grown up
Not ready to settle.
Category Archives: Places
Be Nice or Leave!
The party is brewing. The music is scheduled. Haven’t finalized everything however…
My birthday party is happening!
@ the P&H
Sunday Sunday Sunday
September 6th starting at 7pm
That’s the Sunday before Labor Day. That means you can be there unless you really can’t. All you folks who have family plans and fancy vacations can still donate 5$ if you want to!
Liberty
Considering world dominance
Maiden Mother Crone
Sitting in a coffee shop
Discussing the best way
To control men.
Misguided efforts.
Ignore men
You’ll get what you want
For yourself
When you work for it.
Fanfair
I’ve listened to ska before. This week I heard it for the first time. The Toasters played Murphy’s and I was there. Started in 1981, the NYC band’s existed longer than most of my friends. According to Tyler, they chose Memphis to start off their first tour in 6 years. I don’t feel the need to fact check him. Ska is one of those music genres I lump in a pile labeled “rock”. It’s my catch-all term for music I’ve never really heard. As a teen, I thought ska was a type of skateboarding event. No joke. Continue reading Fanfair
Pool Cue
Give you a ride?
The kangaroo asks.
Why is he drinking?
Another East Midtown creation.
All having the same conversation
About the right way to do things
Given up, holding over
Delayed due to whether
Or not I can cut it.
Alone in a venue, poised.
More concerned with pain
Less concerned with desire.
Enough places to look and I’m
Never settling. Intimidating?
Don’t mess with the quiet one.
A Hard Bargain
Things
Fighting
To be there.
The warmth of the sun
Shared by all
Peer pressure
to enjoy it.
I can hear all the music.
It makes me smile.
Things I get
out of my head
The work I do
to keep them in.
Faultless.
Grand.
Working through it.
Walking through it.
Wading through it.
Swimming… tonight?
Barefoot
I’ve been stuck on this moment from last week. Dave Cousar jammin’ with John Paul Keith at the Buccaneer. I think I heard JPK at DKDC last season. I really heard him last week. The vibe there was palpable. A room of talent pulsating with the passion of creation and all you have is my word for it.
Memphis Most Time Wasted
The Best of Memphis poll needs one more category. Best Pandering Asshole.
Popularity contests are not in themselves wrong. Majority opinion has worth and it’s very flattering when you win. And of course, the pathetic losers keep each other company in their mediocrity. The premise is that the “best” of something gets recognition by consistently providing quality service and/or entertainment to the masses. Lobbying and begging for votes cheapens the concept. Though adding Groveling to the Miss American contest has great entertainment potential.
If only money wasn’t involved. The annual Best of Memphis thing sparks a deluge of people and places reminding everyone who will listen that they want your vote. Some even give reasons why they deserve it. It’s nothing more than high school student council elections sans glitter and poster-boards. With less meaning.
I’m pretty damn opinionated yet I have trouble finding answers for the wealth of categories in this poll. Best BBQ in Memphis? You aren’t really a Memphian without thoughts on that. (Vegetarians note, DeJaVu has excellent BBQ tofu.) But Best Pizza? Uhm – it’s a tie between New York and Chicago for me. Best Florist? Might as well call it least shitty florist in Memphis because people who care about flowers most likely go to the spring plant sales and grow their own.
It’s also annoying that you have to fill out at least 50% of the 135 categories. I guess your opinion only counts if you are a really picky eater or a music snob? It’s a shame the government doesn’t apply the same rule to elections. Your vote only counts if you invest in 50% or more of the issues at hand.