From South Beach to Bayfront to Bicentennial and then back to Bayfront, Ultra Music Festival has lived many lives. From simple stages to foggy tents to massive structural wonders, Ultra has grown from a bright idea to a monolithic temple of electronic dance. It was one of the first music…
It’s been about a decade since Shaq donned the Heat jersey, but he misses Miami so much he’s coming back in the biggest way possible. Shaq’s Fun House is an invite-only, all-night dance-music throwdown that will be held during Miami Music Week at a secret warehouse in the heart of Wynwood.
Blackbear is a dichotomy, the perfect anti-pop antihero for the murky space between the millennial and Z generations. He capitalizes on overindulgence in sex, drugs, money, and fame, but there’s an ever-present darkness in his trap-influenced beats and lyrical content. Blackbear oozes confidence tempered by vulnerability and sensitivity. He’s the…
Two young women sit pretty in leggings and long sleeves. They eat Froot Loops in water and wash it down with Sunkist soda on the hood of a candy-purple Cadillac. They pay no attention to the dudes hollering while playing dice on the sidewalk. Soon the two will ride through the streets of Miami…
I bought a round of shots for everyone as soon as we walked in the door. Manley, about to be a father, rolled his eyes, but accepted my offer. In these dirty halls, we instantly assumed our old roles and our old habits. An hour from then, I’d be crawling…
The great Will Smith once famously sang, “Party in the city where the heat is on/All night on the beach till the break of dawn.” Of course he was singing about Miami, and we really do love to push the limits of decent bedtimes. Most clubs are content (read: legally obligated) to close at 5 a.m., but there are a handful of after-hours spots that party well into the next day. We’ve got your early-morning hookups right here.
Every year, Art Basel Miami becomes a bigger, brighter clusterfuck of pretentious, velvet-roped, invite-only events. It makes sense. Art is all about speculation, and celebrity is all about exclusivity. But director Gil Green knows plenty of celebrities, and he thinks that whole A-list, expensive scene is just a racket. That’s…
Miami loves to party, and this city has the tricks and treats to make your fright night a delight. The whole week leading up to October 31 is packed with freaky fun. Get the most out of your costume by attending a few graveyard smashes. Or if you’d never be caught dead in the same costume twice, make even more! The point is to get out there and ghost. Here are some grade-A parties to haunt.
There may be no band more famous but less heard than Insane Clown Posse. If you’re even slightly culturally-aware as an American in 2017, chances are you know of ICP, even if its just as “that band with the clown makeup and all their fans paint their face, too. What…
Three is a magic number, but five is a real milestone, and III Points is proud to present its fifth year of festivities this Friday, October 13, through Sunday, October 15.
Memorial Day is the time we honor Americans who have lost their lives in battle. It’s also one of the few three-day weekends we regular folks get, so soak up the sun and the beer and have a good time. It’s not dishonorable. These are the moments our heroes fought so bravely to protect, right? Well, some of them anyway.
Plenty of men have stood on a stage under contorting neon lights and boasted about how great, talented, rich, and sexually desirable they are. But no one has done it with such graceful humility as the Weeknd. His performance at the BB&T Center in Sunrise felt like some kind of surreal confession of stardom.
Thanks to Ultra Music Festival, the rest of the world gets to thaw out in the Magic City while jerking their bodies to the latest EDM hits. It’s becoming a spring equinox celebration of sorts — just with a lot of more neon and very little clothing. Friday launched the…
You don’t have to be a model heiress or a startup millionaire to have a great time at Miami Music Week. Sure, having a table at LIV is fun, but it’s incredibly overpriced. There’s plenty of good music and good times to be had with just a few dollars in…
It’s 8:30 p.m. Saturday night, and Westchester is relatively quiet. Somewhere in Brickell, a group of scantily dressed girls are doing shots in preparation for a wild night out, but 15 minutes west, in the grassy armpit of the Dolphin and Palmetto Expressways, leathery Cuban men gather on sun-bleached porches…
That thump in the air isn’t just the incoming EDM bpm; it’s your excited heartbeat about to burst from your chest. The best and brightest of the entire dance community are on their way to Miami, and they want nothing more than to party with you.
At times, Okeechobee Music and Arts Festival felt like the tale of two worlds. You had your relatively-clean VIP and artists, and then you had your smelly, dirt-rotting GA camping hoards. You had your shoe gazing, indie darling, folk music hipsters, and then you had your rebel rousing, totem-touting professional…
The weirdos were out in full force at Okeechobee Music & Arts Festival. Minds were pushed as far to the edge of sanity as socially acceptable. In festie land, anything goes. George Clinton and his legendary Parliament Funkadelic lit the fuse on Okeechobee’s rocket ship Saturday with a funkdafied performance on the Now stage.
Dirty ankles, warm beer, tank-top sunburns, and never-ending groove. Yes, Okeechobee Music & Arts Festival is in full swing. Once again, the quiet community of Sunshine Grove is filled with tens of thousands of hip-hop heads, beat freaks, rock jocks, and all manner of folks looking for a good time.
As you roam the forest of Okeechobee Festival and lounge by the lakeside beach, you may find yourself face to face with a neon, glowing, 25-foot tall geometric flamingo. No, you’re not hallucinating. That’s the visual calling card of the Miami Design Shop, the same folks who crafted the 25-foot…
Sometimes between late-night DJ sets and loud, sweaty rock shows; plane boardings and landings; hotel showers and studio sessions that blur into one another and out of society at large, Jesse F. Keeler thinks to himself: “What am I gonna do after I live this life?” Then, before he can answer, he finds himself reinspired and reinvigorated, and suddenly he’s back in the studio or standing behind another set of turntables, and he’s doing what he’s always done: his best at making it up as he goes.
When Barclay Crenshaw first began mixing hip-hop sets, it was for an in-house radio show at his Detroit high school, and fans weren’t exactly clogging the airwaves. “We could never get anybody to listen,” he laughs, “so we would buy a takeout pizza every week and give it to the…
