The events that happen in childhood shape us, haunt us and turn us into the men and women that will lead the world. It’s sociological science fact. When I borrowed a taped copy of Appetite for Destruction from Enrique Fernandez at age nine, I had no idea that 2 Live…
I like an afterparty as much I like playing Ms. Pacman. But, just like Ms. Pacman, afterparties have no ending. I love Ms. Pacman, but level after level, ghost after ghost — they just keep on, until I die. Afterparties are cool but hour after hour, smoke after smoke –…
Against my better judgment and sense of comfort and convenience, I went camping. Into the woods. Into the night. With fire. And “Beware of Bears” signs. Bears that want to open my sleeping bag and eat me like a pastelito de carne. A group of friends invited me to Wekiwa…
To get an introduction to Jose El Rey (if you actually need one!) and to read previous installments of his weekly Crossfade column, Que Pasa, M.I.A?, click here. Against my better judgment and sense of comfort and convenience, I went camping. Into the woods. Into the night. With fire. And…
To read past installments of ¿Que Pasa, M.I.A?, click here. Trying to make a New Year’s resolution stick is like trying to get all your friends to call you by a self-appointed nickname. (Dudes, bro, from now on call me Shatterstar. ) This year, I’m gonna buckle down and really…
Trying to make a New Year’s resolution stick is like trying to get all of your friends to call you by a self-appointed nickname. (Dudes, from now on, call me “Shatterstar.”) This year, I’m gonna buckle down and really stick to my resolution. Of course, I say that every time…
¡Feliz Navidad, Miami! As I sit by my Christmas tree and look upon the disco ball ornaments as they glitter and shine, I stroll through my holiday memory lane.This is the time of year that I eat tons of lechon, yuca, and arroz con frijoles. I have no idea what…
To get an introduction to Jose El Rey (if you actually need one!) and to read last week’s installment of his weekly Crossfade column, Que Pasa, M.I.A?, click here. Maybe it’s my moustache. Maybe it’s the gel in my hair. Perhaps, and most likely, it’s the manner in which I…
José el Rey is a singer, dancer and jumper. What he feels and what he thinks is completely the truth to him. And his mom. His truths were developed while basking in the Miami sun while listening to “Diamond Girl” and Gucci Crew tapes.¡Ta mala la cosa! All day, every…
