When in Rome, you shuffle through the Vatican Museums and the Colosseum with a tour group. Guided by a dopey ex-pat, you learn the condensed histories of these places, take cliché family photos, and drop serious Euro coinage on overpriced gelato. When in Miami, however, you drop a hundred bucks…
Juan Luis Guerra — he’s an Afro-pop institution, a Dominican merengue y bachata icon with over 30 million records sold and a Brinks truckload worth of Latin Grammy and Latin Billboard awards. But most impressively, the dude’s mad tall — like six feet, six inches tall. And in the Spanish-language…
It’s been a tough week for everyone. Davy Jones died after God selfishly robbed the would-be jockey who “left millions of teenage pillows soaking hot and wet with culture-lust” from us, death-sentencing him with coronary failure and signing him to an eternally binding record contract on his heavenly label. Like…
In terms of bleep-bloop music, few do it better than the French. Over the past decade, Pedro Winter’s Paris-based Ed Banger Records has dropped some of house music’s dopest seven- and twelve-inches, CDs and MP3s. Celebrated as one of electronic music’s most prominent labels, the Ed Banger family of artists…
Holy time lapse! Even with that extra day tacked on to the end of the month, February flew by and gave way to the madness that is March. And in Miami, that means 128 BPM bass drops and bleep-bloop electro bangers. With Winter Music Conference just two weeks away, EDM…
The late Celia Cruz said it best: “Quimbara quimbara quma quimbamba/Quimbara quimbara quma quimbamba/Ee mama, ee mama/Ee Mama, ee Mama.” Rough translation: Get ready for Miami’s biggest party, Calle Ocho (SW 8th ST between 11-27th Ave, Little Havana). Celebrating its 35th year, Calle Ocho continues to be one of the…
Styx was onto something when it recorded “Come Sail Away” in 1977. There’s nothing better than setting “an open course for the virgin sea” and searching for “tomorrow on every shore.” It’s quite liberating being a captain. Naturally — or shall we say nautically —we’re wet with excitement about this…
St. Patrick’s Day: It’s the gnarliest Irish Catholic holiday in the liturgical calendar. Forget fasting; March 17 is all about feasting on shepherd’s pie and cheap green beer till you’re projectile puking emerald-colored chunks of bad decisions. In Coral Gables, however, the St. Patrick’s Day Celebration is less about getting…
Miami’s biggest party is little more than a week away. Of course we’re talking about Calle Ocho, the multinational street festival attended by more than a million people each year. However, before the city’s gran pachanga on SW Eighth Street, several Kiwanis Club of Little Havana-sponsored events leading up to…
Holy time lapse! Even with that extra day tacked on to the end of the month, February flew by and gave way to the madness that is March. And in Miami, that means 128 bpm bass drops and bleep-bloop electro bangers. With Winter Music Conference just two weeks away, EDM…
Genesis Rodriguez. Yes, the Genesis Rodriguez. Maybe you know her as Libertad Salvatierra Santos from Prisionera or Marisela Barquero Guaimarán from Doña Bárbara. Maybe you remember her as one of the dancers on Venezuela’s El Club de Los Tigritos, or from her three guest spots on Entourage. But did you…
Will Ferrell, former Saturday Night Live cast member, star of stage and cinema, and perhaps the greatest loud whisperer of all time, was in Miami yesterday to promote his upcoming, Spanish-language film, Casa de mi Padre. Ferrell and Casa co-star Diego Luna sat down with New Times for an exclusive…
Led by the adorably lazy-eyed Thom Yorke, Radiohead kicked off its first U.S. tour in four years last night at the American Airlines Arena. Backed by an “earnestly excited and giddy” AAA crowd, the Oxfordshire group dropped a 23-song set on Miami that spanned the band’s 20-plus-year history. Sandwiched between…
Now that NBC’s decided to keep Community on the air, we’re encouraging Donald Glover to spend that network money on Drake’s 3,800-square-foot, $1.9 million “fuck pad” at “Downtown Miami’s newest, most elevated address,” Marquis Residences at 1100 Biscayne Boulevard. After all, homeboy spends a lot of time in the 305…
Since bursting onto the scene with “O Let’s Do It,” the Billboard Hot 100’s 62nd best song on April 3, 2010, Waka Flocka Flame has been going “hard in da muhfuckin'” record industry. At 25 years old, the Atlanta rapper has established himself as one of the hardest working artists…
Maritime travel has been uncharacteristically sketchy in 2012. First, the inaugural Holy Ship electro-cruise ran aground in the Bahamas on January 7. It took five tugboats nearly 15 hours to dislodge the MSC Poesia from land, putting a serious damper on Steve Aoki’s poker tournament. Less than a week after…
President Barack Obama was in Coral Gables yesterday to shoot the shit with students at the University of Miami. With his presidential charm and that DC swagger, No. 44 addressed our country’s energy crisis, took subtle jabs at the GOP presidential hopefuls and yes, threw up the U. Sadly, we couldn’t…
Goddamn we’ve missed Seth Bogart. The flamboyantly forthcoming Hunx and His Punk frontman left us shirtless and begging for a trip to “Lover’s Lane” when he visited us in September 2011, feeling like extras in a John Waters flick and questioning the respective sizes of Jacuzzi Boys’ dicks following the…
Did y’all see that CNN Republican Presidential Debate on Wednesday? Not one mention of arts and culture. If you ask us, the GOP’s allergic to creativity. It’s safe to say Mitt Romney or Rick Santorum won’t be singing with B.B. King if either of those two yodels is elected commander-in-chief…
Shit, man, it’s that in-between-paychecks-type Friday. Aside from the loose change scattered ’round the parking lot of your rental community, falling into a fat stack of cash this weekend is highly unlikely. Additionally, your dog needs corrective eye surgery and you’re three weeks late on a payment to your bookie…
What can the South Beach Food and Wine Festival offer inebriated beat freaks? Well, funneling tubs of butter at Paul Deen’s Sunday Brunch may be the best hangover cure after a weekend filled with deep house, tech-shit, and Dutch trance. The Food Network’s invading the sands of South Beach over…
Laughing burns mad calories. And in a city that LivingSocial.com calls America’s vainest, staying fit is the priority. Thankfully, the South Beach Comedy Festival starts Wednesday. Medically speaking, the four-day fest is the ideal setting to laugh and lose weight simultaneously. Though results may vary, New Times can all but…
