If you haven’t been following the strange saga of Jake the Dog, it’s basically me getting high as shit with John Cougar Mellencamp’s bass player and making booty music for the inventor of disco. I signed a record deal. Along the way, I’ve ridden a bike for miles through the…
I slam a 16-ounce can of Mickey’s Fine Malt Liquor, take a big hit off a joint of brown weed, put pen to paper, and write a line. “She got a booty, though/She can’t fit it through the door,” I rap. “Plus, she a stripper now/Working for that booty dough.”…
DJ Laz scratches a record with his teeth as a stage full of booty dancers pop and roll to the endless cheers of a wild, neon audience lost in the ecstasy of bass. Da Pimp Wit Da Limp looks up, flashes his trademark grin, reaches behind his own back, and…
A no-good, greedy Canadian owns the Miami Marlins. The Magic City loves its team, but it also harbors an unfair bit of passive-aggression toward Canucks (more of a friendly rivalry, really). And because the Washington Nationals were once the Montreal Expos, when the two teams meet at Marlins Park (501…
I slam a 16-ounce can of Mickey’s Fine Malt Liquor, take a big hit off a joint of brown weed, put pen to paper, and write a line. “She got a booty, though/She can’t fit it through the door,” I rap. “Plus, she a stripper now/Working for that booty dough.”…
Freddy Madball = New York City hardcore. But did you know he came up in Miramar on salsa duro, Grandmaster Flash, and Miami bass? From singing with Agnostic Front at age 7 to starting his own band, Freddy Cricien and his Madball cohorts have turned the world into one massive…
King Colosus rose from the streets of Carol City to malls all over America when he signed a groundbreaking independent distribution deal in 2008 for his solo rap debut. But before his album was ever shrink-wrapped and stocked on the shelves at Best Buy, his lyrics echoed through the rec…
Simón Bolívar was a stone-cold killer. And we mean that in the best way possible. As a military leader of the Venezuelan independence movement, his “Decree of War to the Death” called for the extermination of Spanish colonial rule by any means necessary. Venezuela rose up, stood tall, and said,…
Mayday’s Wrekonize Releases Solo Debut, The War Within, on Strange Music Inc.
Drifters are from the crazy school of racing that’s into angled skidding. Their tires screech in smoke and fury as they cut hard, let go, and redline around turns. Souped-up Japanese burners fly inches from one another, sideways, to see whose reckless precision will take them closest to a set…
Johnny Cash, Pitbull, and Rick Ross have all called out the city of Opa-locka in their lyrics. But the Native Americans who inhabited the area called it “Opa-tisha-wocka-locka,” which means “big island covered in many trees and swamps.” White people moved in, cut down the trees, and built 105 Moorish-style…
Elastic Bond is the latest Miami band to get some well-deserved time in the national spotlight. For years, the crew’s smooth and melodious global rhythms have flowed through the nights and mornings of the city’s clubs, bars, festivals, and parties, luring a legion of local fans that’s set to grow…
Never give up. Never give in. Miami makes champions. Ten years ago, Wrekonize won a series of MTV rap battles for $25,000 and a recording contract with Roc-A-Fella Records. The deal never materialized, and he spent his prize money on DVDs and pizza. But he never stopped working on music…
D.A. Dorsey was Miami’s first black millionaire. The son of former Georgia slaves, he moved to Miami in 1897 with only the clothes on his back. By day, he worked as a carpenter for Henry Flagler’s railroad company and eventually saved enough money to buy a tiny parcel of land…
Everyone should have face and head tattoos. Dentists would finally look cool. Teachers would get more respect. And the president would have no problem intimidating smaller countries. Give thanks to TattooLaPalooza for showing us the light. There was as much art above the shoulders at the Hyatt this weekend as…
Yesterday near Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Inner Circle’s tour bus crashed into a highway cable barrier on Interstate 10 as the classic reggae band traveled to California to kick off its summer tour. A tire blowout was the cause. “Listen man, God is good,” cofounder and guitarist Roger Lewis tells Crossfade…
Memorial Day Weekend on South Beach: It’s not just a traffic nightmare. It’s a great time to hit the streets and the clubs with the most stylish wardrobe you’ve got. And since South Beach is made up of about 90% partying tourists during the long weekend, we locals get to…
Lil Wayne talked shit on The Heat? (payback’s a bitch) Otherwise, fuck it, they’re still #winning. (Well, except for last night.) But this is America, land of free speech, and he’ s still one of the most popular rappers in the world, even if he fell asleep at the club…
Sorry to the thousands of tourists who paid around $80 each for the Lil Wayne & Birdman party at Mansion last night. We know you thought he would at least get on the mic for a minute and say wasup, rap a little, talk some shit, something. But he was…
DJ Khaled stands atop a platform on Mansion’s stage, fist in the air, microphone in hand, heavy gold around his neck. Thousands of dollar bills explode in a hurricane of currency, fat purple thunder clouds of Himalayan kush blow around his camouflage pant legs, oceans of Luc Belaire Rosé flow…
Last night, the double-helix LED columns inside Story for Rick Ross and Birdman’s The H: The Lost Album, Vol. 1 release party cycled through a very swank array of trippy colors as a 7-to-1 ratio of tourist women to NFL ballers danced, drank, and partied till 5 in the morning…
Disco was invented in Miami. Well, Hialeah to be exact, at the humble 8-track studio above Henry Stone’s record distribution office at 495 SE 10th Court. George McCrae’s “Rock Your Baby,” written by Harry Wayne Casey (KC of KC and The Sunshine Band) and Rick Finch was not the first…
