Be Forever Mine, You

Friday night’s weekly Flamingo Fridays party at PS14 marks the first show in a while on this side of the county line for the Miami foursome Astari Nite. The band has been playing out relatively frequently, but recent weeks have seen it playing mostly around Broward and even West Palm…

Loving Gallery-ful

One thing Wynwood is short on is trees, which somewhat spoils the prospect of strolling around and peeking your head into art galleries this summer, at least while the sun’s out. The folks at artformz alternative are running with the theme of humidity for their summer-long exhibition “Hotter than a…

Pride Seder

Who says Seders are just for Passover? Temple Israel, that rowdy congregation of gay-lovin’ Jews, will hold its annual Pride Seder this Wednesday night in honor of Gay Pride Month. Attendees of the Pride Seder are invited to share stories of suffering hardship, all in a GLBT-friendly environment more warm…

Searching for Answers

The Florida Marlins are crapping the proverbial bed. We know this. But let’s recap anyway. The starting pitching has gone from having great young arms to calling up your high school economics teacher to spot-start for them. The defense is on a quest to break the all-time errors record. The…

Chill Out

Amazing what three months alone in a northern Wisconsin cabin will do for a fella, especially if he’s bedridden with mono and has nothing but a complete collection of Northern Exposure for company. Or at least that’s the tall tale behind Bon Iver’s debut LP, For Emma, Forever Ago, a…

The Name Means “Brute Force”

In 1993, De La Guarda took New York City by storm, breaking the traditional fourth wall by literally suspending the theatrical performance above the heads of the audience. The popular show ran for 13 years, and now the Argentine-born creative geniuses are back with something new. Called Fuerza Bruta, the…

Too Pretty to Swing a Tire From

Snowbirds tend to think we Miamians take Mother Nature’s bountiful gifts for granted just because we don’t anticipate the day when cherry blossoms bloom or fallen pinecones dot the sidewalks. True, we don’t know what it’s like to watch our front yard transform into a carpet of oak leaves, but…

Leave Your Good Looks at the Door

Imagine the hallway in your high school. Now imagine each Trapper Keeper-toting, horn-rimmed-glasses-wearing geek who was either barreling into you with un-nerd-like athleticism on the way to bio lab or blocking your way with his Cheetos physique. Imagine that frustration. Now multiply it by 5,000 and you’ve just arrived at…

He’s Nothing Short of Funny

Kevin Hart is easy to spot in a crowd of tall people. Not because his height stretches beyond the dimensions of average man, but because he’ll be the knee-high guy holding up the sign reading, “Will work for inches.” Ba-doom-bap. OK, so we’ll leave the jokes to the man himself…

Winos Like Clean Beaches Too

Maybe you prefer poolside recreation, but there’s nothing like a dip in the ocean. Floating alongside condoms, cigarettes, and pocket-size Grey Goose bottles is an experience you won’t find at any infinity pool. If you don’t want used diapers washing up on the shore near your sandcastle, lend a hand…

Don’t Even Try to Syke Her Out

If you like your comedy sugar-coated, you should stay home and watch a Full House marathon, because Wanda Sykes will be live at the Fillmore and she’ll surely bring a bag full of decidedly un-PC jokes with her. How can we be so sure? She recently ripped on President Obama’s…

Where the Poetry Roams

If Lewis and Clark had assembled a yearbook at the end of their three-year expedition, George Shannon would have been voted Most Likely to Get Lost. Eighteen years old when he joined the party at Camp Dubois in 1804, Shannon was the expedition’s youngest member and gains mention several times…

Before You Get Fired…

The good thing about this recession: Creative minds are putting forth works untethered by the constraints of The Man and fully inspired by the shackles and freedom found within newfound poverty. The bad news: The un-creatives of the world keep knocking on our windshields, grasping a tattered Wendy’s cup and…

The Curious Case of Willie Chirino

Willie Chirino was born in 1947 in Consolación del Sur, Cuba, as a handsome, musically talented 30-year-old who hasn’t aged a day since. Think we’re lying? Look at his album covers. One Man Alone, from 1974, shows him in profile, with the setting sun breaking across a thick, Chevron-style mustache…

Lower Your Brow

You’ve heard it a thousand times: Going to the theatre (notice the spelling) is good for you. A cultural experience, expand your horizons, blah, blah, blah. Well, we can say without reservation that going to see Undershorts at the Arsht Center is not good for you. It will not expand…

Follow the Stars

As yet another workweek sputters to a close, it’s finally time to blow your service-class cash wad. What’s that, you ask? Where should you go to blow it? Just do as ancient navigators did before GPS and follow those massive, luminous orbs of partially ionized gas — AKA the stars…

Shiver Thee Timbers

All right, all ye boaters. It’s time to stop flogging your boatswains and crawl out of your tropical depressions. The economic waters have stopped receding; high tide is coming back in, and not a moment too soon either, with this Friday being the first day of the 16th annual South…

Dreaming of a White Devil

Here in Miami, we can’t resist a good cocaine story. Give us a rich kid who starts dealing just because it’s easy and slowly gets pulled further and further into the grim realities of the drug trade, all the while making ridiculous cash — cash we can see with our…

Your Passport to France, from Cuba

If you’ve ever thought about hitting the friendly skies or high seas and heading to France (pronounced frah-nce) in search of creative stimulation, you’re in great company. Cuban artists have flocked to the City of Lights for centuries, producing inspirational works and styles so clearly touched by the Parisian aesthetic…

Arsenals and Agendas

Miami has a bunch of art that goes on outside of Wynwood and Art Basel, and it isn’t always put on by some hipster. Sometimes it’s a guy from Hialeah who gets together with a bunch of tattoo dudes, a few graffiti writers, and some random artists to produce a…