By Chuck Strouse
By Scott Fishman
By Terrence McCoy
By Ryan Yousefi
By Ciara LaVelle, Kat Bein, Carolina Del Busto, and Liz Tracy
By Pepe Billete
By Ryan Yousefi
By Kyle Swenson
The transformation is complete, I am you, you am I, and boy is it confusing. When you went to Rose's Bar on South Beach recently to see For Squirrels and the new lineup of Natural Causes, you weren't sure whether to laugh, cry, or jack somebody's ass. You had more than one opportunity and more than a good reason to punch out some loser or another, so thank goodness you are old and tired and chill and that you didn't have your maniac, six-foot-four, 220-pound brothers with you, because they never show such restraint. You were soaked with sweat by the end of the Squirrels set, and you don't even dance. For once you couldn't even persuade yourself to stick around for all of the Causes's two-set show. You know that the ones doing the work -- the club management and the bands -- love a packed room, even if it is packed past any reasonable max cap and begins to feel more like Hell (the fictional hot place, not the defunct Thomas Kramer club) than what it is, which is essentially a really cool joint. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't imagine ever going back to Rose's on a weekend night when a couple of major acts are billed. You regret having spent so much money, especially on tips, to endure so much pain, although the drink service, considering the conditions, was fine. You were shocked to learn a few days later that Ray Roberts, a guy you've known since you were six years old, was at the same show and you never even saw him through the dense pack of humanity, which resembled Tom Wolfe's descriptions of Beatles concerts where the outstretched arms morph into a giant pink octopus. You hate paying a cover charge and then having to pay three or four dollars for a beer, but you think Rose's, which never has a cover, might consider the idea to keep the riffraff out.
As one of the members of Muse told you some time ago, "Music is the only place I fit in. When I go out, I feel like an oddball at all these clubs." The loved-by-those-who-know band fits in at the Talkhouse on Wednesday. Diane Ward will make a guest appearance, singing a tune with the Muse boys.
When For Squirrels play their first headline show in South Beach -- this Saturday at Rose's -- the opening act will be Diane Ward with Steve Sculley and Matt Sabatella.
So many women, so little time: Tomorrow (Friday) Valerie Archon, with her new band, plays at Nocturnal Cafe as Marianne Flemming's featured guests. Flemming hosts Fridays at the Nocturnal every week.
This Sunday's Wide Open Mike Night at Squeeze features Second Son, with I Don't Know headlining the following Sunday.
One of your fave bands, Electric Mojo -- and not just because the members are Bud-soaked fisherfolk -- is back in action, pumping its psychtroswampnasboogwoog rock outside Biker's Paradise at the corner of Grand and Commodore in the Grove tomorrow (Friday) at 10:00 p.m.
This Sunday Mr. Tasty and the Bread Healers gets toasty at Plus Five.
When Kurt Cobain said his long goodbye, everyone figured that was the end of Nirvana. Wrong! Cell 63 frontman Rob Coe has been hired by the remaining two members to become the new singer for the new Nirvana. That's what you read in the Herald anyway. Cell 63 plays tomorrow (Friday) at Churchill's Hideaway, along with da Holy Terrors and Gus. The band A Cell 63, you mean A wasn't much interested in talking to Sony, but are in negotiations with another national label whose name you won't mention.
This Friday at la Squeeze, it's Meester Nil Lara live.
Every day you receive a pile of mailings from New Yawk and L.A. hyping national acts. You thought it was pretty cool that among this week's pile of said mailings were separate packages pushing Marilyn Manson and Collapsing Lungs. I and you know where these bands are from.
Saturday at the Expanding Light, the Folk Club stages Ron and Bari Litschauer and Southern Moon. Call 382-1282.
As I probably know, you love trees. So you plug the Royal Poinciana Fiesta, which begins tomorrow (Friday) and continues through June 19. (Check "Calendar" listings this week and next.) For more info, I can call 374-8500.
The latest in the Hard Rock Cafe's series of rock-star designed T-shirts features a chewed-apple-globe crafted by Don Henley. The shirts (this is the ninth in the series) have reportedly raised some two million bucks for charities so far. I can buy them (for $20) only at the Hard Rock itself. That's the price you pay.
Catch Excessive tomorrow (Friday) at Button South.
Big news for fans of Lincoln Road. Sony Music's Latin division and its record label (Sony Discos) will soon be setting up shop at 605 Lincoln, in the 60-year-old building owned by Mera Rubell. The move-in should occur by the beginning of next year.