It’s inevitable … Sometime this Saturday-night-slash-Sunday-morning your half-drunk ass will find itself wandering, like a partied-out zombie, through the near-abandoned labyrinth of weird, winding roads that buffer Transit and those temporary Miami Music Festival tents from the banker-bustle of Brickell. But wait, before you pass out and puke on that…
Only a half-minute’s drunken stumble from the touristy bummerfest of CocoWalk, there remains a relic of the old Grove. It’s called Barracuda’s. Long an after-dark hideout where shrimpers, college kids, aging college kids, and dropouts of all kinds could play a few free games of bar pool and pound cheap, mass-produced American…
In a digitally distorted blaze of electro-house glitch, local party starter Panic Bomber, a.k.a. Richard Haig, has spent the last year going supernova. First came his six-track EP effort, Calling in Threats, a December 2008 release loaded with crunchy club killers like “Miami Stunnaz” and “Disillusionment.” (Cop it at PanicBomber.com…
After disappearing briefly and temporarily to record its debut album, local indie-glam party band People From Venus is back. And totally energized by the new slab of future pop in its ass pocket, the Miami Beach-based crew seems set to re-stir the supercharged ions of hype still lingering from being…
Unlike most massive weekend-long smorgasbords of tuneage, the three-day Miami Music Festival is almost entirely focused on the local scene. With the exception of a few bands such as Greenpoint, New York’s Big Suga, the festival will be presenting 75 separate shows packed with 600-something individual sets by South Floridian…
Parents of the world, if you have an overly energetic child, hedge your bets by cultivating the kid’s ADD rather than crushing his ebullient little soul. With a healthy dose of parental support, your tiny spaz might one day become a showbiz hotshot. One fine product of this parenting technique…
Whether or not you’re still bloated from Art Basel Miami Beach, it’s time again to stuff yourself silly with enormous helpings of delectable artiness. That’s right, the Second Saturday Arts Walk returns this weekend for another round. To start your evening, head to “Sensory Overload,” a group show at the…
In certain circles it’s believed that the Christmas tree tradition dates all the way back to pagan times when merry bands of revelers would torch a pine just for the hell of it. Later, in 18th century Europe, the whole thing evolved into a close approximation of current custom with…
Sure, the Historical Museum of Southern Florida’s Young Professionals might be more than seven decades late with their Repeal Prohibition Party, but there’s nary a bad time to protest the evils of moderation. No matter how you pour it, you’ve got a responsibility to grab your Tommy gun, tap shoes,…
Forget Viagra and Tamiflu, the only reliable way to shake off your erectile dysfunction and H1N1 woes is a sweet, dark shot of that ancient alcoholic cure — mamajuana. So, poor sufferer, head to local outpost Mamajuana Café (225 Altara Ave., Coral Gables) where you can get your dose of…
You’re a broke but hip downtowner and you want to party during Art Basel Miami. No problem, bro. Just visit O.H.W.O.W.’s elaborate 20th-anniversary re-creation of the legendary NYC bar Max Fish, running Wednesday through Sunday. Reviving the former PS14 space at 28 NE 14th St., Miami, the installation is the…
The uninitiated often make the erroneous assumption that Art Basel Miami Beach is actually about art. But the real reason for staging the fair, one of North America’s most massive and moneyed art-world office parties, is just that — to party. If you’re one of those big-baller investor types, your…
You’re a broke but hip downtowner and you want to party during Art Basel Miami. No problem, bro. Just visit O.H.W.O.W.’s elaborate 20th-anniversary re-creation of the legendary NYC bar Max Fish, running Wednesday through Sunday. Reviving the former PS14 space at 28 NE 14th St., Miami, the installation is the…
Like the amplified and remixed white noise of a midnight tide shift as seen on TV, there are squalls and snarls of late-summer indie-pop bleeding from a bedroom studio in Macon, Georgia. All software synths, samples, drum machines, and dreamy vocal layers — this is the faraway, New Wave-y work…
Ladies, if you’re on the market for fun, men, and party music, and there’s even a sliver of a shard of a chance that this as-yet-hypothetical hookup could develop into full-blown domestic bliss with babies and a refrigerator, listen up. First, a few prerequisites: (1) He’s gotta be a hometown…
Every year, the Organic Hip Hop Conference rallies conscious troops from all over the continent and beyond for a weekend of fighting for better communities through activism, vegetarianism, and music. Sponsored by nonprofit organization Difference Makers and Urban America newspaper, the 2009 edition will kick off this Friday with a…
This past February, as a trifle, two buddies got together to jam through free-form guitar exercises while smoking a bowl for the good of mankind. It should have been a one-time thing, but it took root, grew wildly, and flowered excessively. Now, almost a year later, that early impermanent duo…
Straight out of Bristol, Joker is a 20-year-old wunderkind whose hybrid club experiments might be the next big step in the ongoing evolution of dubstep. Just don’t tell him that — like many stridently independent studio jockeys, he shuns genre tags. (Joker prefers to describe his tunes, cryptically, as “purple.”)…
If cult movie messiah Alejandro Jodorowsky and PFFR co-produced a mass psychosis session in the secret subterranean tunnels that link Vizcaya Gardens to the Domino’s at NE 2nd Ave. and 34th, then Miami-bred psychedelicists Ice Cream would be named official jam band. As the authors of artfully shitty recordings like…
Straight out of Bristol, Joker is a 20-year-old wunderkind whose hybrid club experiments may be the next big step in the ongoing evolution of dubstep. Just don’t tell him that — like many stridently independent studio jockeys, he hates genre tags. (Joker prefers to describe his tunes, cryptically, as “purple.”)…
In almost every sense — except the most extreme — Tao Lin’s for sale. Of course, there’s his published output, including the poetry books You Are a Little Bit Happier Than I Am ($14) and Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy ($14.95), the short story collection Bed ($14.95), and a novel, Eeeee Eee Eeee…
Why does aging Cali club kid Steve Aoki always seem to be everywhere all the time? He’s like some kind of superhuman funhouse mirror, multiplying his slick indie-slouch image a million and one times throughout the mediated universe. It’s kinda creepy … Wherever I look (music mags, dark alleys, The…
