It was hard to tell who was more annoying: the shirtless, apparently medicated fellow wobbling up and down Lincoln Road as he bellowed out Doobie Brothers tunes, or the officially sanctioned performers, bashing through some generic altrock atop a small stage. And that felt about right. This was, after all, a street fair on a stretch of South Beach rarely distinguished by its discerning outdoor musical booking policy. The fact that its organizers had...
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Alberto Mosquera
The Tuesday Network's children of the revolution mix, mingle, and plot a new course; Tom Wolfe tells the Punto-com crowd to shut up