Long before Fly on the Wall ever started swapping written licks with the glossy society rag, Elite Memphis
, the Fly team sat down to plan a parody of it. We planned to call our little parody (what else?) Defeat Memphis
and instead of going to high-priced charity balls and snapping shots of pretty blondes with dapper older gentlemen sipping top-drawer cocktails in elegant formalwear, we were going to hit backyard keggers in Nutbush and snap shots of party-dudes flipping us the bird. Instead of commenting on What They Wore, we were going to seek out mud-wrestling competitions and focus on What They Didn t Wear. We were going to run profiles of failed businessmen who spend their days and nights in seedy bars drinking away all the pain and humiliation. In short, it was going to be a lot of fun. But we snoozed on the idea, and we lost. Such a magazine already exists, only it s not a parody. Memphis Party Source
is, it would appear, Elite Memphis
re-tooled for the common man. Do they have pics of party dudes flipping off the camera? Check. Do they run profiles of total losers? Well, no, they don t. But they did run this picture of a fat guy in a beer hat and a diaper.