Kris Conesa

Maestro is a Miami drug dealer who plies his trade at night, but you won't find him standing on a street corner, shifting his weight from foot to foot and making furtive hand signals. Like many in the coke-selling sector of the economy, Maestro has found a more discreet and...

Far away from anything remotely resembling South Beach cool, at a strip club called Playpen South, an African-American dwarf stripper named Mini-Me scuttles naked across the stage. Behind the little person, friction dancers wrap their worn, tattooed bodies around brass poles. Amid the flesh and freaks, a group of some...

It's that time of year again when all self-respecting punks dutifully brush off their spiked leather jackets with the Dead Kennedys logos and head on down to incite anarchy and distortion at the last bastion of rock and roll in Miami, Churchill's Pub. That's right, it's Skunk's Seventh Annual Big...

Maestro, a feature documentary by Cuban-born Josell Ramos that attempts to chronicle the origin of dance music culture, forces the viewer to draw parallels between the past and the present. It does this not simply by comparing the golden spoons of disco's coke days to the Vicks inhalers of the...

The first thing listeners will ask themselves when attempting to buy Karma's latest release and first full-length album, Don't Walk, Fly, is: What the hell is 120.00R in good ol' American greenbacks? It's just another one of the ways the band's leader, South African pop star Karma-Ann Swanepoel, subtly reminds...