The marionette epic Cavaletti’s Dream was commissioned a decade ago by North Miami’s Museum of Contemporary Art. Havana-born artist Pablo Cano’s vision of an 18th-century knight’s quest for immortality used a cast of marionettes and rod puppets made from discarded materials (a broken umbrella, tin cans, an ice-cream scoop, etc.)…
In the cool, mountainous climes of Bavaria, the tradition of stuffing yourself full of sausage and beer to celebrate autumn seems like mankind’s best idea ever. But here in the subtropical heat, a smorgasbord of wieners and brewskis loses some luster. That’s why we Miamians need to lighten our Oktoberfest…
His name is Zach Galifianakis, and you might recognize him as the schlub that Mike Tyson hilariously KO’d in Todd Phillips’s The Hangover. Or maybe you know him better as the blubbery dude from HBO’s new comedy, Bored to Death. Point is, a year ago, Galifianakis was just a hirsute…
You know, media mogul and notorious big baller Ted Turner was totally right when he said: “Sports is like a war without the killing.” And that’s why our Miami Dolphins should immediately suspend their punk-bitch-porpoise-in-a helmet logo in favor of Last Rights’ Mac-10 redesign. For one, this murder weapon with…
Last night at SoBe’s swanky Shore Club, the usual crowd of clean-cut marketing types, long-legged girls, and old dudes with braided ponytails gathered to imbibe large quantities of free booze. I was there, too. And together in the Red Room, we all loaded up on sips and shots of a…
This Saturday at precisely 9 p.m., a troop of pissed-off papio ursinus — those animals commonly known by the name “baboon” — will be set free to run amok on the streets of South Beach. Why? For your entertainment, of course. And upping the fun, the normally ferocious, red-assed beasts…
Like all purebred party animals, the adventuresome men of Miami garage psych crew Lil Daggers welcome any kind of fun, no matter how dangerous, drunk, or bizarre. They’ll play house parties. They’ll play pool parties. They’ll play satanic séances, bake sales and shit fights. From the very first Pagan fuck…
Like a hipster boy who just got dumped by his admittedly too-perfect girlfriend, White Room’s having a tough time bouncing back from its recent breakup with local queen of cool, Poplife. Especially harsh was the fact that the bitch (er, Poplife, in this case) immediately shacked up with that new,…
If you’re like me, you don’t eat meals, you drink them. You’re on a tight schedule with only ten minutes to stuff the gut, so there’s never time to chew. But you still need your essential vitamins, nutrients, and other basic sustenance, right? Well, the solution’s easy — just head…
Traditionally, Wednesdays are a social dead zone, so you have a routine: Cozy up on the couch, sip a little white wine while obsessively browsing online personal ads, and watch excessive amounts of television. Then, when that gets boring, it’s bedtime. Two tokes of Mary Jane and you’re out like…
You’ve heard the haters’ standard bitch: “Man, the rap game these days ain’t nothin’ but a lobotomized, blinged-out, corporate pimp.” And while that’s true to a certain extent, hip-hop in the late aughts is anything but a bag of boring, homogenized bullshit. For every one-dimensional gangsta rap retread, you’ve got…
A victim tells his story: Thanks, In Flagranti. I just checked out your new-ish album Brash & Vulgar, released back in March on Codek Records, and I have to tell you … I can’t stop dancing! Whenever I close my eyes, it’s a crazy party in my brain. There are…
The world is full of awful noise and sometimes one’s sanity depends entirely upon getting a teensy bit of quiet time. But it should never be too quiet. That’s where Sharlyn Everetsz’ unsteadily strummed guitars and whispery vocals come in handy. Hers is singer-songwritery stuff that’s better than silence. Yesterday,…
The pitfalls of teen stardom are legend — sex, drugs, burnout, overexposure, the dreaded 20th birthday, or even a simple case of the incurable crazies à la Wacko Jacko. Way back in ’79, Leif Garrett hit the ‘ludes, crashed his car, and almost killed his friend while, more recently, we’ve…
A man of many beards and a million sunglasses, local blues rocker Uncle Scotchy is so rarely seen — truly seen — that some of you have begun to doubt his very existence. Admittedly, the guy’s an enigma wrapped in a riddle inside a nutshell buried at the center of…
Sure, the Internet might be infinite, but all of you laptop producers gotta understand it’s not OK to digitally release whatever noise pollution creeps out of your MacBook. And frankly, it’s time to stem the flow. Otherwise, like minimal techno DJ Matt Tolfrey says, “You’re just filling up a virtual…
These days it has become exceedingly rare to see a show flyer that’s been produced entirely without the aid of a computer. (I mean, we as a people are so obscenely wired that it seems the next logical step should be embedding a Bluetooth into my skull and/or seamlessly interfacing…
The untimely demise of DIY venue Goo has left Miami’s young punks without an official clubhouse. Stepping into that void, there have been several semi-permanent and one-off party places — House of Pain and the Warehouse, for example — that ended up welcoming an orphan show or two. But, for…
Local thrash crew the Panix is not a boy band. Still, its barely post-teen members — bassist Emmett, guitarists Alex and Nico, and little drummer boy Wolfgang — are all young, skinny, and hairless enough to qualify as punk sex symbols of the über-dude Henry Rollins kind. They’ve got the…
The untimely demise of DIY venue Goo has left Miami’s young punks without an official clubhouse. Stepping into that void, there have been several semi-permanent and one-off party places — House of Pain and the Warehouse, for example — that ended up welcoming an orphan show or two. But, for…
Getting creative with garlic croutons and bacon Generally, I’m not a big buffet fan. But it’s not the heart-crippling calorie count involved in consuming massive quantities of deep-fried animal flesh that turns me off. Really, I just can’t accept serving myself in a restaurant. Whatever the deal, I paid for a…
No, Calahoney won’t take your dinner order and then wash the dishes. (Although it might consider it, if you ask it nicely and promise to buy its album.) Truth is, Josue Cruz and Laura Askins don’t even run a restaurant. They’re a husband-and-wife duo that “teaches in the winter and…
