During Coyote Night at Nerve, Nerville mayor Rudolf Piper brings gorgeous, gyrating, chaps-wearing women together for a sordid Tuesday-night affair. They keep his hands full, so he's lucky to have hip chick Sami minding the door. Most of these vixens are Middle Eastern, so now that they're free of sexual repression they want to shake it on top of the bar, below the bar, behind the bar. Hell, it's almost art. It should be known they also require adoring attention or feline fighting ensues (and usually does behind the scenes). Rudolf sells it as "multiculti cross-pollination of folkloric clichés with heavy emphasis on kitsch." In other words, cool chicks strut to the amazement of a bunch of horny guys.
Rudolf is a very profound person with a knack for empirical thought, as anybody who has read his wondrous weekly messages will attest. So what's the meaning of all this? Well, Rudolf assures me, "It's 100 percent meaning-free! It's like a Broadway musical -- Oklahoma!, let's say -- but they forgot all the words, and nobody cares! They forgot the steps too. Fuck it." It's just that good.
Rudolf happens to be a creative gem among clubland's promoter-see-promoter-doers. In case you weren't aware, he gave Michael Alig, the infamous club kid-cum-killer, his first shot at throwing zany parties at the Tunnel in New York. Rudolf, prominent in James St. James's book about Alig's shenanigans, Disco Bloodbath, was lumped in with Limelight owner Peter Gatien to make a composite character in the resulting biopic, Party Monster. Justifiably, the movie bombed. The moral of this story: Don't hire documentarians to direct feature films.
Nerve is located at 247 23rd St, Miami Beach. Call 305-695-8697.
