Back in the ’70s, Paul Mooney dug up nuggets of comedy genius as a writer for shows like The Richard Pryor Show, Sanford and Son, and Saturday Night Live. In 1987, he opened for Eddie Murphy’s Raw tour. He invented In Living Color’s Homey D. Clown, and played both Negrodamus…
How awesome would it have been if comedian Demetri Martin were our fifth-grade teacher? Maybe then we would’ve grown up to be entertaining, witty, and interesting. But instead, God gave us Mr. Wiener, a bald jerk with a lazy eye who seemed to hate children almost as much as he…
With the brutally beautiful swells of “Siegfried’s Funeral March” swooping around inside your skull, it can be easy to forget composer-philosopher Richard Wagner’s less glorious moments. For example, there was the time his second wife, Cosima, caught him saying, “All Jews should be burned at a performance of Nathan the…
Almost every day, you wake up at noon, chomp down a big bowl of Cap’n Crunch, and watch a few hours of trash TV. Then you invariably skip your midday shower and forget to shave while bumming around the house in an old pair of unwashed sweatpants, stanky poncho, and…
Imagine stepping into a giddy nightmare where a silver-wigged dude and a lady with pantyhose pulled over her face plan to cast you as the hermaphrodite lead in their trash cinema epic. The unwritten script involves anarchy, lots of chocolate pudding, green-screen technology, urine games, scorched software, TV on DVD…
If you’re a total fiend for extreme art experiences, then you gotta drag your ass to O.H.W.O.W. this Friday night where a massive explosion of “Dadarhea” will be filling the gallery — and maybe even your mouth. Our official source (AKA the O.H.W.O.W. website) describes this imminent unnatural occurrence with…
The fine folks and dirty jokers over at the Comedy Inn have discovered a previously unknown permutation of the Perfect Friday Night. And it’s surprisingly simple: Pack a bunch of fun junkies into a cozy Quality Inn ballroom, get them really drunk on beer and booze from the open bar,…
How real is your drag? How hot are your rags? How tight is your footwork? No doubt, you can’t touch the high queeniness of ladies like Pepper LaBeija, Dorian Corey, Octavia St. Laurent, Anji Xtravaganza, and Willi Ninja. In the late ’80s, non-filmmaker Jennie Livingston documented the drag balls of…
Everybody needs love. But sometimes other human beings are way more trouble than they’re worth. There could be other problems, too. Like maybe your boyfriend’s body just isn’t boxy enough to satisfy your deep desire for smooth, flat surfaces and sharp penetrating corners. Or maybe you’re just really bored. In…
When running back Melvin Bratton first crashed into Coral Gables in the early ’80s, he was all gung-ho and high on his skillz, figuring he’d walk unmolested into the U’s starting lineup, college ball stardom, and maybe even a big barrel of glory and naked girls. But Coach Schnellenberger said:…
Two bodies are knotted together like sick trees in an unmade bed. He is a Japanese architect and an army conscript. She is a French actress. And somewhere in the darkened space they share, the Little Boy mushroom cloud is still blooming and the white-hot atomic fires keep spreading. He…
For a precise tally of last year’s exorcisms, strategies for spotting the Antichrist, and a complete list of humankind’s crackpot apocalyptic predictions, head for Books & Books this Tuesday and drop $16.99 on a copy of Michael Largo’s new tome, God’s Lunatics. Armed with the unwieldy subtitle Lost Souls, False…
OK, so you’re a huge fan of classic Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx, and Eddie Murphy, but you’ve never heard of Paul Mooney? The bad news: You are totally clueless. The good news: You are not alone. Back in the ’70s, Mooney mined nuggets of comedy genius as a writer for…
The perils of fighting for your rent money are legion — scar tissue, shattered bones, blood loss — but none is worse than defeat. Even though you might still score a paycheck, there’s no glory in getting dragged back home, unconscious and beaten, after a brutal third-round KO. Witness life…
Our world is plagued by many problems, but there is none more serious than chronic lack of food. Without proper nutrition, people do crazy things. They babble incoherently, self-mutilate, and sometimes even try to stuff their empty stomachs with inedible stuff like tofu. In the most extreme cases, however, hungry…
What’s the best way to stop a war? Take off your clothes, do some collage, and head to the World Erotic Art Museum. Join the protest tonight from 6 to 10 p.m. as WEAM launches the next phase of its assault on America’s military-industrial monster with “Sexual War Politics,” a…
According to the official Playboy Playmate Data Sheet, Miss August Francesca Frigo is a 24-year-old female with a 34D bust, a 24-inch waist, and 34-inch hips. She stands 5’5″ and weighs 115 pounds. Now maybe we’re weird, but isn’t this kind of stat collecting kinda creepy? It’s a little like…
Only 19 days remain till The U finally hits shelves! (Pre-order a double-disc copy via AllCanes or Amazon.) And ‘Canes nation is so amped it’s getting kinda dangerous. In an Allapattah sports bar, the Ibis is pumping out celebratory shotgun blasts. Public washrooms across the county are filled with red-faced…
Way back in 1972, Grandpa Levine built a little hotel on a sleepy one-lane road in what’s now Palmetto Bay. Today, the place has become a destination for comics and the crazy people who love them, all thanks to third-generation hotelier and Comedy Inn executive producer Mike Levine. Every Friday…
Long a breeding ground for football phenoms and other elite athletes, Carol City Senior High has often enjoyed success on the field. The Chiefs won three state championships on the gridiron between 1996 and 2003. It’s also the alma mater of sibling superstars Santana and Sinorice Moss. But that triumphant…
The door to the auditorium is slightly ajar. Inside is a large blank projection screen pulled down across the face of one wall and an entire theater of chairs arranged in carefully regimented rows near the center of the room. The place is empty. No one else is here. But…
The door to the auditorium is slightly ajar. Inside is a large blank projection screen pulled down across the face of one wall and an entire theater of chairs arranged in carefully regimented rows near the center of the room. The place is empty. No one else is here. But…
