When I was little, Goths listened to Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and the Cure. They wore black lipstick and ripped fishnets and their hair wasn’t quite brushed. That was definitely cool. But then when I was in high school, the term Goth was suddenly used to describe the followers of Marilyn…
Feet were sore. Heads hurt. It was the last leg of a long race, but Sunday’s III Points lineup — which featured Bomba Estéreo, Damian Lazarus & the Ancient Moons, and King Krule among others — gave attendees just enough juice to get over the hill. III Points finished its third and biggest…
On Friday, October 9, as the skies above Wynwood opened up and bled down upon the colorful neighborhood, we feared the worst. So much anticipation and preparation was being threatened by a few bloated clouds. But, as the clock struck 5, the sun emerged, all hot and glorious. God loves…
The early evening light on Sunday was as orange as the pumpkins for sale at the second ever Miami Flea, a market packed with 50-plus vendors and an endless stream of all-ages shoppers. The atmosphere was so inviting, I spent more than I should have. I went a little wild…
Miami’s art climate is changing rapidly, fueled not by hydrocarbons but by an ever-expanding global market hungry for the Magic City’s scene. With last year’s messy birth of the Institute of Contemporary Art (ICA) — which acrimoniously broke away from the Museum of Contemporary Art North Miami — Miami now…
Not to like talk trash about anyone, but that 19-story tall chick dancing on the side of the InterContinental Hotel in downtown Miami needs to calm the hell down. Sure, she’s just a bunch of LED lights urging Ultra ravers to PLUR-out and luring in horny tourists — but many…
In 1985, Lupe Ontiveros played Rosalita, a clueless housekeeper who’s the butt of jokes made by 13-year-old Corey Feldman in The Goonies. In 1997, she played another housekeeper, who gets a door slammed in her face by Jack Nicholson in As Good as It Gets. In her later years, she…
Other than a pack of middle-aged bikers, die-hard boozers, and people waiting to play some variation on punk rock, Churchill’s Pub was pretty empty early Thursday night. Granted, it was only about 9 p.m. and Little Haiti’s 36-year-old, loudest and loveliest shithole was just starting to get rowdy for a…
I’m not totally empty inside, but I am a sucker for a pretty face and a slammin’ bod. I have this stupid joke I make (that I’m mostly serious about), that I want to be the ugly one in all my relationships. I want people to look at me and…
Most art openings are undeniably forgettable. But the Collabo show openings are memorable for both their energy and art. A ton of Miami’s finest visual artists work in collaboration, creating a wonderful synergy and interesting products. It’s a chance, not only for these artists to work with each other on original…
Have you ever been sitting at your desk around noon, and suddenly you feel like Billy Elliot? It’s like you’re possessed by the dancing spirit of Bob Fosse. Your heartbeat starts to sound like a low booming bass and you just need to explore this burning desire to move. The…
Of all the guys who’ve been singing songs since the ’80s, Weird Al Yankovic is one of the most adaptable and resilient. This makes him remarkably still relevant. The tales surrounding his album Mandatory Fun are the stuff of modern-day myths. After his label told him it couldn’t afford to…
Beneath Cosmopolitan’s special tear-away July cover, featuring an image of a heart-shaped paper sculpture created by artist Jen Stark, Nicki Minaj’s ample bosom and the headline “Wild Summer Sex” pop out. This is how the women’s glossy typically handles its “Love Issue.” Stark, who typically shies away from commercial work,…
Bands get together. Bands break up. From national arena acts to tiny garage bands, no musician is immune. Even when things are going well, you never know when a cymbal might fly across the recording studio, striking a lead singer in the forehead and forever ending your favorite group’s career…
Shania Twain may not be impressed by much, but just about everyone is impressed by this pop-country siren. She’s the Denzel of females — all talent with a perfect visage. And just like that runaway train Mr. Washington spent a whole movie trying to slow down, she’s proven to be…
When people from the Smithsonian’s National Portrait Gallery visited Michael Vasquez’s Little Haiti studio June 13, 2013, the artist thought they might have been wondering if he’s as ghetto as his paintings suggest. Vasquez — wearing an oversize T-shirt and a cap high on his head while drinking a Busch…
Something all fathers do in Miami is sweat. And something all good Miami fathers do is sweat through seasons after season of soul-crushingly boring little league games, those awkward mermaid-themed quinceañeras, and just watching you go through your Gothic phase. Point is, your old man was, and sometimes still is,…
“Everglade creatures, let’s go!” artist Wayne White yelled out in his Tennessee drawl to a group of high school students hidden under their own colorful cardboard creations as they paraded through Hollywood’s Young Circle. White wore coveralls with a simple “Wayne” on the name tag. The procession included a manatee…
As if Grand Central didn’t already have the hip-hop game on lock with PeachFuzz, it done added another legit dance party to its roster. Miami Soul Sessions is hosted by On the B Side’s president Ingrid B, and celebrates the births of all those born under that month’s astrological sign…
Halloween is the last time DJ Erick Morillo remembers playing Miami’s Club Space. He started on the turntables at 2 a.m. and played for 12 hours — straight. That next afternoon, he saw a guy there dressed like Jesus, his hands raised in the air, looking up at the sky…
Third Eye Blind’s long-time drummer Brad Hargreaves remembers an odd time between the band’s third and fourth albums. A time when he was on the road with another band, Year Long Disaster, touring in a tiny van and struggling. Then somewhere around Pittsburg, he came up with an idea for his…
When we opened an email from neighborhood staple Emerson Dorsch Gallery and read the words: “Farewell Wynwood!” all those in earshot experienced our dramatic yelps and cries of disappointment. And if you were art-walking in Miami at the turn of the millennium, following the same 50 faces from gallery to…
