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Another smokin' local that should be on a major but really couldn't be, Load, has new seven-inch material coming (I heard it, it kicks, as ugly as ever) and a big payback show with Buzzov-en, Grinch (who also has a way cool seven-incher out), and Cavity. These are bands that helped Load out when they toured, so Load's helping them out by arranging shows at the Ambassador tomorrow (Thursday) and the Square on Friday. Better see 'em now A cutthroat manager Bob Slade says the band will play very few, if any, shows this summer.
Chris "Johnny Punk Rock" Potash should be in town by the time you read this. Besides being one of my best friends in the world, Johnny was an early pioneer in the South Beach scene and a rockcrit for the Miami News before heading to Paris to study art and winding up in the New Yawk publishing game. Man, I'll never forget that day the Replacements dropped by his apartment to party. Updates here.
Those Steve Radzi sketches A the half of them that weren't scooped up by buyers at the Clean Machine A move to Club Cabana through June. The reception takes place at 7:00 p.m. Sunday. Take a look. Buy one. Everyone else is.
Hey, send your packages to this woman: A&R people do watch this show. So says Maralyn Fisher of Star Search. She's always scoping for teevy-able talent, and her address is 885 2nd Ave., New Yawk, NY 10017.
Looking for live excellence: Dana Paul and His Nantucket Sound grace the Moonlight Melodies series this Friday at 7:00 p.m. (at SE 21st Avenue between SE First and Second streets in Deerfield Beach). Arturo Sandoval blows into the Stephen Talkhouse on Saturday. Sister Venus celebrates an EP release at Squeeze tonight (Wednesday). I think they're a Broward band. Squeeze is also initiating New Blood Friday performance art. Call Lisa Cillo at 522-2151 on Wednesdays between 6:00 and 9:00 p.m. if you're interested. JohnMartin's features country band High Noon tonight. Whistling Tinheads, along with Diane and Sturge, play Cactus this Friday.
Butthorn of the week: The Florida Marlins. We here at New Times, in our commitment to excellence, want to do everything possible to make Wayne Huizenga even richer. Way back in February we sent an explicit letter to Chuck Pool, director of the team's media relations department, explaining why we wanted season press credentials (essentially, so we could write about the damn team). This is, according to a team document, exactly what we were supposed to do. But we never heard from them. They say they can't find the missive. On April 9 staff writer Steven Almond followed up with another letter, which followed phone conversations, which indicated that credentials would be no problem. (Supposedly New Times is on some media list and if we ask pretty-please 48 hours in advance, we'll be allowed to publicize the upstart team.) Even worse, we had a specific story we wanted to report, but the team refused to cooperate. Even worse, a Marlin flack says we've been remiss. They're the ones who don't respond to our queries. Bad attitude. Go Marlins. You know where.
The media circus: The newest latest bestest issue of scrape is out. Great cover, groovy fodder (as usual), the standard commitment to excellence. And what does that get them? "We are now dangerously low on cash," says editor Marcos Moure, "so we might charge for scrape unless ads come in.