There is a price to be paid for freedom, many ways every day. Like my homey Dog, who is not dark-skinned, although you’d never know it from the way the pigs treated him. At least they didn’t beat him this time. And Lord knows the Dog deserves that and more…
I’m sitting and sipping in an upscale boozery as an olderly couple is walking out. The old man says to his woman, “Do you realize it’s three o’clock already?” Oh, God. Someone please smash me across the face with a tire iron. These people are from someplace I’ve never been…
Few nights ago my homes Frankly Frank brought me some crawfish (pronounced crowfish) personally cooked by zydeco king Terrance Simien. The man can cook, literally and figuratively, and more importantly, he helped add extra spice to an important event: Stephen Talkhouse and Camillus House teamed to raise some money to…
You wanna play your little games, I’ll play your fucking little games. I heard all the rumors, the innuendo, the kvetches, gossip, and comments during Miami Rocks! (a two-night showcase of local bands at Club Nu on February 19 and 20), Miami Rocks Out (a pre-showcase smatter featuring several dozen…
Beyond life, the truth will out. And I think corporate behemoth Warner Bros. showed its true colors by wimping out once the air cleared. Warners sort of stood up for Ice-T when “Cop Killer” was being maligned by people who want to tell you how to live your short and…
You know how the saying goes: A big man needs a big…swimming pool. Not that construction company magnate Sam LoBue’s new creation is particularly large A about 50 by 17 feet, a maximum of 7 feet deep A for a cement pond. But for a penis, wow sir! LoBue concedes…
Do you believe in magic? Then make the Skels appear. No, you haven’t heard of the Skels, few outside the urban Northeast have, and I’ve been dogging them for years, trying to track down the mysterious Mystery Fez Productions mentioned on the sleeve of their tape Be with That. Had…
Maybe it was the fact that when they released their first full-length cassette, they designed each one for its individual purchaser. Maybe it was the night they opened for Nuclear Valdez at a packed University of Miami patio and took everyone on an unforgettable mystery tour. Maybe it was the…
Cactina, Saturday night. Rat Bastard making up wild stories about a childhood spent pursuing Pacifico beer, forcing me to try it, us emptying the place of every last full bottle before Rooster Head even took the stage. Bartender won’t make change for a paying customer, namely my pal Lenny; bro,…
A bit of trivia as we relax and reflect. Last week we exulted Professor Griff’s new one, mentioning in particular the lead track “Phuck the Media.” We’ve just obtained an advance demo (although we already had the finished release). On the demo, the song “Phuck the Media” is titled as…
A pretty big record company A eastwest records america A has just released an album by, and begun a hype blitz for, a band called Deep Jimi and the Zep Creams. They are from Iceland and, as their name suggests, they have a fondness for a musical style twenty-some years…
Only in the rarest instances is a band’s chosen name relevant to anything. (Names given to bands, on the other hand…) When too much is made of a moniker, it’s usually at the hands of some naive and marginally literate music writer, desperate for something semi-interesting to write, concerned mostly…
Phuck tha media! I heard dat. You hear it everywhere these days, words of wisdom from the world outside. Ice Cube’s stepping to it, mailing a press release headlined “Fuck Billboard and the Editor; #1 Is the Predator” behind his third LP, the smashit The Predator, which debuted at No…
You must grasp up front that Samantha Strong is sex incarnate, a living blueprint of the American definition of pure, raw, hetero lust: big-haired (and blond, natch, or maybe not so natch), big-chested, thin-waisted, red-lipped, and generally as subservient as a shoe. Even dressed down as she is for this…
Printed here is the list of inaugural entertainment obtained from President Clinton by New Times. In tribute to outgoing veep Danny Quayle, we’ve used the new administration’s spelling on all names. (Yes, we’d also like to know who Whoopi Goldbert is.) Beyond (mis)spelling, don’t count on this for complete accuracy…
The media “stars” are the worst, mostly because I don’t get to be one. My admirable colleague, Todd Anthony, however, gets a song written about him, performed live at Washington Square recently by its authors, Paul Roub and the one-named Zac. “Todd Anthony’s Here Tonight” references a bunch of the…
ZenCon is the name of my new religion. It was inspired by the music of Rooster Head, though not directly. It’s about pain. We don’t sacrifice barnyard animals, or even humans; there is, in fact, no ritualism involved, no gods either. And we never get angry. The secret is, when…
When you think of the megagroups, you should think art. Not that their music always aspired to higher aesthetic grounds. But while most of the members of Pink Floyd were architecture students, the band’s earliest and mightiest creative force was Syd Barrett, an art student. Keith Richards was studying art…
There must be a thousand people inside the Cameo Theatre, and this is long before the popular DJ-dance happenings currently occupying weekend nights at the venerable venue. This is way back when live concerts were the Cameo’s bread and butter, the mid-Eighties, and the Ramones are set to take the…
Ah, the psychosis deepens. I swear to three gods I had this dream the other night, more like a vision, a dream so real about a beautiful blond-haired teen-age girl, and I knew that for some reason her parents were worried or upset, and for no reason I felt guilty,…
Yes, still more local efforts cross our ears and end up with ink all over them. Thanks for your feedback. Thanks for the music. Thanks for a great year. See ya in ’93. XSF Doodles (independent cassette) BY TODD ANTHONY One of the biggest cliches in the rock criticism biz…
Between Hurricane Andrew and the holidays, it’ll be a miracle if there are survivors. This is what we celebrate on the eve of 1993: skyrocketing numbers of reports about domestic violence (a true holiday tradition), thousands of homeless in South Dade (40 percent — I say 40 percent — of…
