Katrina Whalen was a first-year at NYU when she was faced with a segment that required her to undertake a short adaptation. As she was puzzling over the project, she remembered a story she’d read by Charles Portis, “I Don’t Talk Service No More,” in which an institutionalized Korean War veteran furtively calls members of his old unit.
In Memphis there is frequently less than one degree of separation between the music and criminal communities. This may well be quite true in other places as well, but the connection seems to be writ large in the Bluff City. And one new documentary feature has writ it even larger.
There was little in the music I heard that resembled the common musical currency of the day—nothing loud and grossly overbearing like the heavy metal of the era, nothing limply solipsistic like the singer-songwriters of that hour. Big Star’s music was a thoughtful, sinewy pop-rock fusion that played by its own rules.