Versailles is an odd place. Long legendary as a pow-wow spot for local politicos, celebrities, gangsters, and politically connected celebrity gangsters, this fabled Cuban restaurant’s got all the ambiance of some kitschy-haute cafeteria at an upscale senior citizens’ resort. But, hey, that’s OK because you’re not here for the Louis-XIV-explodes-all-over-Denny’s…
Take a look at the biographical blurb and accompanying author photo on the back cover of David Hajdu’s latest book, Heroes and Villains, and you’ll discover that not only is Hadju a professor, but he looks like one. Smiling wryly behind frameless spectacles, the 54-year-old prof (and music critic for…
Hey, lost soul. Word is, you’ve been searching for some kind of trippy party shaman to lead you on a spirit quest to the center of your very own inner outer space. True? OK, then, it’s totally time you took a tab of that Space Voodoo Crystal stuff. Hence, today’s…
There are those lucky few born for the loftiest pursuits, such as the office of the president of the United States of America. Then, there are others, even luckier, who were put on Earth to get their wee-wees and vajayjays wet in exchange for cash money. The rest of us…
Hey, lost soul. Word is, you’ve been searching for some kind of trippy party shaman to lead you on a spirit quest to the center of your very own inner outer space. True? OK, then, it’s totally time you took a tab of that Space Voodoo Crystal stuff. Hence, today’s…
According to the Yacht Manifesto #1: “Yacht is a Band, Belief System, and Business conducted by Jona Bechtolt and Claire L. Evans of Marfa, Texas and Portland, Oregon, USA.” Also, Yacht “seeks to explore frontiers and to expand awareness of extraterrestrial Intelligence” and “believes in an Afterlife,” but “does not…
Each and every worker drone dreams of escaping the gray, soul-crushing confines of the office for the warm, womb-like safety of his very own microbrewery. You, me, and your boss have all had the exact same 4 p.m. fantasy: “Make beer, get rich!” And yet, here we sit in our…
It’s mere minutes after midweek and already you’re so starved for a giant earful of musical food that the typical low-cal, single-serving jazz smoothie will never sate your craving. In that case, the only guaranteed hunger-buster is a big, fat twin-patty tuneage melt. Get your first bite this Thursday at…
This Thursday, head to the Vagabond where, kicking it in the (((Shake))) kitchen, Tel Aviv’s Soulico Crew will stay busy slipping juicy morsels of hip-hop, dancehall, and Israeli folk between your bread. Doors open at 10 p.m., but being tardy to the table isn’t a problem — this fun buffet…
Like some buff God-looking dude, Jon Gaiser (a.k.a. Gaiser, a.k.a. Fraktion) emerged from his bedroom studio in a blaze of blue light. The genius was naked, except for a sweaty sheet wrapped about his waist, and he stroked his beard while muttering this rote quote: “My bedroom has always been…
By the time you reach a non-trick-or-treating age (i.e., whenever the candy-giving adults start asking for your cell number) it’s easy to get all jaded about Satan’s birthday. And why not? As a grown-up, your Halloween future sucks. No more free candy, no more shitty-awesome psycho slasher costumes, and no…
Outside Tap Tap, there’s a truck parked under a palm on a patch of grass between the sidewalk and the street. It’s a Toyota that’s been pimped with Haitian folk art flourishes: hand-painted murals splashed across the hood and sides, an iron headboard adorned with the word Rezistans, and some…
After-dark activities in Miami’s city parks typically involve something along the lines of two consenting adults, an unripe mango, and a safe word such as Okeechobee. Needless to say, you wouldn’t bring mom, your girlfriend, or the kids on that kind of field trip. This Monday, enjoy a decidedly more…
Maybe it’s bad taste to get on some kind of eulogy bender before the corpse is even cold, but the diagnosis is terminal and it’s only a matter of time … Your favorite hipster bar, PS14, is dying. So say goodbye, Miami, and make amends for all the wrongs you’ve…
Maybe it’s bad taste to get on some kind of eulogy bender before the corpse is even cold, but the diagnosis is terminal and it’s only a matter of time … Your favorite hipster bar, PS14, is dying. So say goodbye, Miami, and make amends for all the wrongs you’ve…
Ever wondered what screamo-lectro dudes do to unwind after a particularly strenuous hipster bikini dance party? Well, apparently, if the dudes in question are Daniel Werb and Paul Banwatt of Toronto synth-and-drum duo Woodhands, then it’s all about a nice, relaxing, man-on-man bubble bath. Why the bubbles? Why the bath?…
Forever zigzagging across the country — Miami to San Fran, Atlantic City to Seattle, NYC to La La Land — local hip-drop duo the Big Bounce gigs unnaturally hard. It almost makes you wonder whether the pair is running from something. (Interstate trafficking of awesomeness, perhaps?) But if that’s the…
Ever wondered what screamo-lectro dudes do to unwind after a particularly strenuous hipster bikini dance party? Well, apparently, if the dudes in question are Daniel Werb and Paul Banwatt of Toronto synth-and-drum duo Woodhands, then it’s all about a nice, relaxing, man-on-man bubble bath. Why the bubbles? Why the bath?…
You know, Tom Brokaw was right when he called our grandparents the “Greatest Generation.” Not only did they fight World War II and rescue the world from the evil clutches of fascism, but Grandpa and Grandma totally knew how to party. Oysters, steaks, and a half-dozen martinis all in one…
For five years, local duo Michael John Hancock and Brian Robertson of Awesome New Republic have made hipsterized pop that sounds like some dead future from the ’80s. They self-describe as “punk, soul, R&B,” but that hardly probes the bloggy depths of the ANR enigma. It’s way more complicated than…
Created via word merging, the term pimpossible is a mashup defined, according to Chi-Town comedian DeRay Davis, as “anything above and beyond regular pimpin’.” It’s the core concept behind a kind of street-based supercapitalism designed to breed Benjamins by whatever means available, from hawking hubcaps to selling hos. And DeRay…
Imagine a world where all of Earth’s major conflicts could be resolved through competitive dance. Wouldn’t it be amazing to prevent massive bloodshed and never-ending war by simply forcing the Israelis and the Palestinians, the Bloods and the Crips, or the GOP and the Dems to just boogie till shit…
