In the ongoing drama of the hipsters’ love-hate relationship with the Internet and our increasingly immaterial world, cool kids worldwide continue to fetishize obsolete audio formats. First it was vinyl. Then it was audiocassettes. What’s next? A Sony MiniDisc craze? Whatever the new wave, Roofless Records, our favorite local source…
If we’ve learned anything from Miami native Jeff Lindsay’s first three Dexter Morgan books and the Showtime series they spawned, it’s that compulsive murderers can be nice people too. The title character has proven himself to be a loving boyfriend and husband, model father, and topnotch blood spatter analyst for…
Ever since Tyson-Holyfield II went bust in a blaze of near-cannibalism, the grand American game of boxing has slipped into listlessness and mediocrity. For decades, the USA has failed to produce a fighter at any weight who recalls great homegrown champs such as Muhammad Ali, Sugar Ray Leonard, or crazy…
After garnering international recognition for her Cannes-selected 1990 experimental film, Night Cries: A Rural Tragedy, Australian artist Tracey Moffatt has spent 20 years dissecting sex, race, and the machinations of modern celebrity. Using photography and video, she is known for her essentialist approach to narrative, appropriation of media images, and…
These days, Joe Rogan’s amped about a lot of things, including jokes, drug experiments, and the art of ultimate fighting. He’s a 20-year standup vet with a television resume that lists NBC sitcom NewsRadio, gross-out game show Fear Factor, and hours upon hours of UFC commentary. This Friday he’ll hit…
Like vampires, hipsters are allergic to the sun. Sometimes even moonbeams. So, last Saturday, it only made sense that the Electric Pickle’s upstairs romper room was darker than a fucking coffin for Lil Daggers’ set. The only light in the room was the ambient glow of BlackBerrys mid-text and a…
Brazil is bad-ass. So much so, the world decided to name a total crotch-waxing process — the Brazilian — after the country’s citizens. It’s also the land that gave us Pelé and a thousand other soccer phenoms, Rio’s O Cristo Redentor statue, Bob Burnquist, Bonde do Rolê, and sex celebrity…
If Aziz Ansari was a rapper and this was the ’90s, the little Tamil motherfucker would be dead in a Mercedes. Why? Because Ansari flipped sides — East Coast to West Coast — when he hopped a plane from NYC to Cali so he could become a member of the…
The fourth day of the week is sorta like the OK-looking, half-cool sister in a very big family. She’s not as boring and bland as Monday, nor is she as homely as old, ho-hum Wednesday. But nobody is exactly screaming TGIF about her either. For the most part, she’s gone…
If your main complaint about the game of professional pigskin is that there aren’t enough people playing in their underwear, 2009 was your year. Why exactly? Because the Lingerie Football League, a girls-gone-wild sideshow in the trashy tradition of Vince McMahon’s ill-fated XFL, scored some serious regional TV time, thereby…
For more than four and a half years, Ciné-Club 24 has been programming Sunday-afternoon film screenings of both famed and forgotten international classics. Surprisingly, these weekly movie events have so far remained a mystery, even among the more culturally attuned members of Miami’s population. Boasting a library of more than…
Imagine a tiny room stuffed with half-naked female mannequins, stain-resistant fake antique furniture, and hot-pink drapes. There’s a red-haired devil girl splattered in black paint, a blonde angel with gold dripped over her nippleless breasts, and a blue Hindu goddess staring with cool, clouded eyes into another dimension. It’s all…
Take it from someone who knows: There’s absolutely no reason to waste four years of your life and a $30,000 student loan just to learn a few things about modern art. Instead, enroll at the Bass Museum for its Eight-Week Art School and earn your education over the course of…
In the early- to mid-aughts there was a huge deluge of post-Strokes revivalists that flooded and clogged the scene. Sometime around 2006, it all hit critical mass, Casablancas and Co. went on indefinite hiatus, and the thing began to die. Meanwhile, a new trend — electro-tinged, indie pop mash-ups –…
Thanks to the Miami-Dade public bus system — the bane of my carless existence, BTW — I missed the 8 p.m. start time for the January 6 Roofless Records show at Sweat. Luckily though, thanks to random PA problems, the chronically tardy nature of Miami’s hipster class, and a little…
For a certain kind of pop culture observer, Yoko Ono will always remain defined by her marriage to John Lennon. And Lennon will always remain a Beatle.These people, though, have misread history. They ignore (or are ignorant of) Ms. Ono’s pre- and post-Lennon work as a conceptual artist, occasional Fluxus…
The popular appetite for freakiness is well documented. Way back when, we flocked to circus sideshows starring midgets, hermaphrodites, and lobstermen. Then, as basic humanity prevailed, we turned to more socially acceptable showcases for the bizarre, such as The Jerry Springer Show and MTV’s Jersey Shore. But now we’ve found…
Listen up! Your friends John and Yoko are talking ’bout education, inspiration, administration, affirmation, celebration, collaboration, communication, creation, donations. Really, all they are saying is give teach a chance. And you can do exactly that by showing up with pocketfuls of benevolent Benjamins for this weekend’s We All Shine On,…
From its birth eight years ago, local chamber choir Seraphic Fire has dedicated itself to investigating a remarkably wide swath of musical possibilities. Live, the group freely ranges from Latin to Jewish, sacred to secular, classical to pop. Meanwhile, on record, the choir has been just as dynamic with five…
Itinerant showman and venerable con artist Phineas Taylor Barnum once infamously remarked, “There’s a sucker born every minute.” So let’s make this easy, you mark. Just line up, give up your bucks, and get those tickets, ’cause it’s that time again — the circus is coming to town. This Friday…
There are few things contemporary artists enjoy more than forcing us to face the harsh reality we’re all dying slowly, every single second of every minute of every day of our lives. For the sake of marketability, however, these bearers of truth try to soften the blow with arty euphemisms…
Under normal circumstances, January is a brutal proving ground for NHL playoff wannabes. But this season, a year interrupted by a two-week break for the Winter Olympics, the reality is even more severe. Any team, such as our Florida Panthers, hanging around the fringes of the postseason tree needs a…
