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Celebrate their first anniversary when Johnny Tonite plays the Cellblock on Tuesday. Tuen shares the bill.
Tomorrow (Friday) at Rose's takes place a record release party for Arthur Barron's Soul Messenger CD. One of my all-time fave bands, Tiger Tiger, are skedded to play Rose's on July 9.
Tuesdays is open mike nights at Captain Jimmy's, down near the Falls. Glenn Strong hosts.
Over at the Cafe Manna on South Beach, you can hear the awesome duo of Peter Betan and Marc Berner (playing alto flute, C flute, soprano sax, and alto sax, though not at the same time) on Saturday nights from 11:00 p.m.
Besides being a studio whiz and hotshot keyboardist, Melvin Morley is the schemin'est weasel in town. I remember being at Churchill's one night. Mel showed up, without enough money to pay the cover. He had someone find me inside the club, bring me to the door, and pay his admission. So what happens when Mel goes to the Glam Slam gram opening? I mean, he knows he's not going to find me anywhere near there. "Me and two friends parked next to the Marlin," Mel reports. "Like five cop cars pull up and ten foot cops run up with guns to the front of the venue. All of a sudden I see a gray-haired guy with a black suit, looking important, leading a buncha models to the back of Glam Slam. I told my friends to follow me, I followed them, and some shirtless crackhead follows us. I tell him to put a shirt on. Then I see Joe Galdo and Chris Blackwell. I asked Galdo to get me in, but he just ignores me. Then I ask Chris Blackwell. He gets me in. My friend got cut off. So we're playing in a duo called Eclipse at the Holiday Inn at 22nd and Collins every Friday and Saturday." Wow, the Mel Morley-Chris Blackwell Duo? "No, butthead, a duo with me and Shirley Drought. She can really sing."
Among many other things, I've lately been trying to grow an orchid. It bloomed beautifully right off, but now it just kind of sits there, not doing much of anything. The Orchid Fair wasn't faring much better due to and because of Hurricane Andrew, but it's back now, taking place Saturday and Sunday at 6900 SW 102nd Ave. Orchids from Brazil, Hawaii, New Zealand, and a bunch of other places will be presented at the free event.
On Sunday at the Coral Gables Congregational Church (3010 De Soto Blvd. in the Gables) Simon Salz and the Hot Seven (Melton Mustafa, Jesse Jones, Tony Prentice, Eric Bogart, Abe Meeks, and Tom Sheeder) resurrect the immortal music of Louis Armstrong. What a wonderful world.
Radio tip: Check out the new Sunday show Broadway USA on WMRZ-AM (790) from 11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. Host Sandra Glorian plays theater tunes.
My pal Jeff Lemlich sent me a lengthy and detailed report about local music that's a hell of a better read than this stupid column. Jeff says the rec of the year so far is Gus's seven-inch "Less Than." Says Jeff: "I've never even met the guys from Gus, but this song blows me away. My most played record during May." He also recommends Hudson and Shuttle Cock (big buzz on the latter all over town). And he says drummer Jeff Allen (Evil, the Montells, the Blue Saints) is considering moving down from Baltimore A if there are any musicians in town interested in jamming Yardbirds-Them-Pretty Things-style Sixties Brit R&B. You can reach Jeff Allen at 410-832-5539.
Butthorn of the week: The Boss. No, not Springsteen. The little runt who'll forever be known as Prince. Except within the hallowed halls of his new club, Glam Slam, where employees have been told that calling Prince "Prince" is a firing offense. He is to be referred to by his underlings as "The Boss" and nothing else. Is that clear?