Glenn Danzig is a living, breathing cartoon character. No, really, just take a look at the cover of the new Danzig album, which pictures the singer emerging from a bog like the comic book character the Swamp Thing. Inch-deep third-degree burns scar his massive biceps. “Yeah, I’ve got 666 burned…
There is a compilation disc of Miami-based bands that frequented Churchill’s Hideaway, the Little Haiti haunt that has been a long-standing haven for all manner of rock and roll noise and punk-rock chaos. Issued in 1993 on Frank “Rat Bastard” Falestra’s Esync label, the CD’s title embodies both the ethos…
It pays to be young, tragic, and talented in the ’00s. A couple of years ago, our generation frowned upon the lay-me-bare memoir and the confessional song. The mere mention of such things conjured horrible images of James Taylor turning his heroin addiction into nursery rhymes or Elizabeth Wurtzel dining…
The debate about whether or not a scratch DJ is a “real” musician should be finished by now. It’s been more than twenty years since Grandmaster Flash first began working over the instrumental sides of disco twelve-inches at Bronx block parties, a little less than that since Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit”…
For a fix of Finnish fiddle music, you’d naturally look in the Finland section of your friendly neighborhood CD store. But to satisfy that Finnish-harmonica jones, you’d best bypass the international bins altogether and grab this one-of-a-kind disc from the Marquette, Michigan-based Les Ross, Sr. Playing in the all-but-extinct lumberjack…
When people write about Yo La Tengo, they typically concentrate on the fact that the band’s drummer, Georgia Hubley, and its singer-guitarist, Ira Kaplan, are married, and that they sometimes sing about it. But the Hoboken trio is far more than an indie-rock version of the Eurythmics. It’s really about…
On Friday Shadow Lounge (1532 Washington Ave., Miami Beach; 305-531-9411) offers one less reason to party in Broward County. Surely you’ve heard about the infamous swingers’ clubs north of the Miami-Dade line, where couples go to … umm … be with other couples. But for whatever reasons, the steamy subculture…
When Arsenio de la Rosa puts the squeeze on his two-row button accordion, you can hear it hyperventilate like a felon on a weekend furlough about to be reunited with his wife. Since he began accompanying his son’s quintet of Latin rappers several years back, de la Rosa, now age…
Perhaps it’s time to give in, simply to admit squeaky-clean Coral Gables is the place for blues in Miami-Dade. The proof for this admission comes this weekend during the Coral Gables Bluesfest, which will be held in and around Satchmo (60 Merrick Way, Coral Gables; 305-774-1883). For the first five…
Unsuspecting concertgoers at the Subtropics Marathon, a four-hour performance that featured experimental South Florida composers two weeks ago, reported a shocking sight. Two twelve-foot towers, made of stainless-steel buckets suspended from steel rods, flanked the stage to the left of the entrance to Hice Hall inside the Miami Beach Community…
The first time I missed saxophonist Sonny Rollins, or, should I say, bungled a golden opportunity to catch the jazz god descend for one of his occasional concert appearances, was the summer of 1985, in New York City. He gave an unaccompanied outdoor performance in the sculpture garden at the…
At a time when the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) is lobbying Congress to pass a law that would make all recording artists nothing more than “workers for hire” (essentially making them even less than a label employee), it’s refreshing to see there are still people like Dan and…
For more than a decade, the Jungle Brothers have remained members of hip-hop’s original tribe. For the hardcore hip-hop heads who have been fans of the Jungle Brothers since their classic 1988 debut, Straight Out the Jungle, news of their recent collaboration with a U.K. artist better known in club…
If the new CD by guitar troublemaker Marc Ribot and his band Los Cubanos Postizos coheres better than the “fake Cubans” eponymous 1997 debut, that’s because Atlantic Records originally signed them after they had played just three gigs together. The group’s concept of parsing the music of Cuban composer and…
Robbie Fulks is the rarest of pop-music commodities: a wiseass singer/songwriter who’s actually funny. Over the course of four longplayers, Fulks has brought some much-needed comedic vibrancy to the boot-gazing domain of altcountry, skewering Nashville’s country-music mainstream (“Fuck This Town”) and crafting love songs that are both bitter (“Forgotten but…
Half a century is a long time to be sitting on the dock of the key — actually on the edge of Shrimpers’ Lagoon on Virginia Key. But that’s how long Jimbo’s (follow the road across from the seaquarium parking lot off the Rickenbacker Cswy. or call 305-361-7026) has been…
Depending on your perspective, Miami’s Winter Music Conference (WMC) is either the annual gathering of the electronic dance-music industry for a week of high-powered networking and taste-making, or it’s simply an excuse for hordes of pasty Europeans and pale Midwesterners to hit South Beach on the corporate tab and get…
These days it’s no different for 34-year-old Virginia Rodrigues than for any other international celebrity. The fame, the concerts, the glowing press, the people in her hometown who once ignored her and now court her favor. “Everybody in Bahia has heard about me now,” she says via phone from her…
Despite the intensity of its rabid cult following and the countless hits it produced in the Fifties and Sixties, doo-wop remains the most overlooked and critically maligned facet of early rock and roll. The recent Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction of the Moonglows (only the second doo-wop ensemble…
Clubland is all electric this week for the Winter Music Conference. The Beach is saturated with DJs, about a zillion of whom are listed on this page and the next, so take your pick. (Plus see “Music” for more in-depth coverage of select events.) But if you don’t feel like…
The tattoos marbling Patrick Shannon’s arms offer glimpses of his past. The one with Bugs Bunny banging on a drum is emblematic, he says, of his postadolescent years in a speed-metal band. The one with the words Semper Fidelis illustrates his stint in the U.S. Marine Corps. The one with…
He’s easy to take for granted, the weird-voiced singer named Willie Nelson. He’s been at it for so long it’s hard to imagine a time when there wasn’t a Willie Nelson around, writing some of country music’s most enduring classics, revolutionizing the artistic and commercial possibilities of honky-tonk, forging a…
