Cordova and Collierville, Here Is Your Worst Nightmare.

Actually, this is from last night's episode of The Apprentice, but point given, right? You folks can keep on packin' up and movin' out east, but those stickers that read "Midtown Is Memphis" is not a reference to how it's a neighborhood of the city. For those you can't read inflections, it means "while other locales have their good points, as far as I'm concerned Midtown IS Memphis".

Not sure what I'm doing this weekend just yet, and the last few days have been pretty busy. What are you guys doing this weekend?

I posted about this over at Scenestars already, but just want you to get a hear of this Copeland CD I've been loving called In Motion that is about to come out. Go check out my review here and be sure to listen to a new track every Friday at Pure Volume.

UPDATE: I have to go nurse my tummy, I ate too much at the cheap and really good best kept secret of Memphis -- the lunch buffet at Pho Hoa Binh where indie rockers, hipsters, and their friends dine for damn near nothing and discuss all the best dirt Monday thru Friday at noon.

Now send me some real news?

Oh well, speaking of dirt, who was that nasty, nasty man that came into Dish, Memphis' newest Mediterranean Tapas Lounge last night, to have dinner with his...uhm..."girl"? He had a smile for everyone who came to listen to Mark Richens, Witnesse and Carlos spin an eclectic mix of deep soul and house music, he seemed to still have his chef's outfit on, and he was as nice as he could be. Perhaps a good tipper, even? But for God's sake, man...it's not that type of place, ok? You know that I know that you know that Dish is a NICE restaurant, ok? It's nice -- that means you don't take your date into the Men's bathroom and stay in the stall for 15 minutes. Next time you decide to pull a stunt like that, make sure "her" wig stays on straight when you emerge. Otherwise, you'll have been spotted, and you don't want that do you?