A gaggle of fey boys stand behind a backdrop of a tenement window, watching a long-haired muscleman lounging in bed, lost in his own, no-doubt spectacular private parts. Warsaw, and some man/woman/hybrid creation is spinning on a revolving mushroom above the bar, thrusting her hips in the air, hands between…
A PAUSE FOR THE CAUSEWAY In Kirk Semple’s article, “Asphalt Bungle” (April 8), Donald Kipnis is attributed the idea that scaevola bushes should be planted along the causeway’s edge to – among other things – keep out individuals who want to fish. This idea is representative of the segregationist attitude…
I’m going to visit a psychic. See, I don’t believe in anything – nothing – not God, not ESP, not fate or karma or luck. “Coincidence,” to me, is nothing more than a human descriptive for a human conception. There is no reality here. (In the world, I mean. This…
Lydia Lunch and her spoken confrontational words are festering on-stage at Washington Square, and the scene is totally, completely downtown: the regulation black-on-black ensemble, the dangling cigarette, the attitude problem. The crowd, punk types and assorted interesting characters you never see anywhere else, is yelling out something encouraging, along the…
CABBIN’ FEVER Shame on Greg Baker for smudging his column (“Program Notes,” April 1) with acrimonious comments about a subject about which he apparently has little knowledge. Although illegal jitneys may save a small minority of bus riders 25 cents and a few minutes here and there, they are generally…
Tim Dog is a real mother for ya, as Johnny G. Watson might put it, make ya wanna run for cover, or at least poke a b-hole in the break-bad front of alleged gangsta rappers and chart toppers N.W.A. Yo, I know you’re already down with the dispute: West Coasters…
A lonely wind tearing along Washington Avenue at 3:00 a.m., an inflated condom bouncing down the street like so much tumbleweed. The futile dreams of the dark world slowly disintegrating. It’s a dumbed-down kind of town, a land of creative death, a place of plague and Karaoke. It’s Oceanside Promenade…
OCCULT OF PERSONALITIES Thank you so very much for the write-up about my work in the 1992 Best of Miami issue (“Best Psychic,” March 25). The item presented the word witch in a positive light, which I do appreciate. It is refreshing to see media coverage of the craft that…
Told ya I’d say more. Greg Brown’s latest masterpiece, Dream Cafe, has been released, and might even be available in better record stores. (If you can’t find it, call 800-695-4687.) The album is studded with mind-boggling guitar inventions – the acoustic glides of “I Don’t Know That Guy” perfectly accentuate…
INSULT SUAREZ AND MAS CANOSA? THE SMEAR THOUGHT OF IT IS INCREDIBLE It’s really not surprising to me to see Jim Mullin grapple with the far-out notion of patriotismo and decisions based on moral concerns (“The Cubanization of Xavier Suarez,” March 18). My first impression after I grudgingly finished the…
February 10, 1992 Mr. James Batten, Chairman/CEO One Herald Plaza Miami, Florida 33132 Dear Mr. Batten: Last Wednesday, you called me and complained in rather accusatory terms of my “activities during the last ten days.” You proceeded to confront me with supposed quotes from a radio program in which I…
You people are too damn good to me. I mean, I spend about 30 hours per day seeking out the creamo music and ways to turn you on to it, and what do you do? You call me and thank me, tell me you actually went out and bought the…
Mittelman was quoted in a local actors’ trade paper saying that Miami actors are not serious. This is interesting, since he has never been seen at any local production or the workshops presented by the Professional Actors Association. His sweeping generalizations show his contempt for the very people from whom…
The Elvis principle, alive and well on Miami Beach. The opening of “From Memphis to Tokyo” at the World Gallery on Lincoln Road, featuring the usual cast of South Beach thousands and the very tasty hand-colored photographic work of George Hirose, encompassing everything from Japanese 7-Eleven stores to Elvis’s birthplace…
President Bush and the State Department are quite right in stating they want to come here for economic, not political, asylum! Their main objective is to get on welfare and food stamps right away. Taxpayers are hurting now under the tax burden with so many homeless and jobless here -…
Nightlife land. An Avenue A party at The Institute, beautiful space, good music, great fun. A frenzied mob clustered around the door at midnight, the place virtually empty inside – the oldest and most unerringly effective club hype trick in the book. The room gradually filling up with an interesting…
Jungle Fever. Spike Lee. Boyz N the Hood. Juice. Ice Cube. New Jack City. Oh, really? “Black” films have been around for decades, and they’ve always been skewed by the life fact that tellin’ it isn’t the same as livin’ it. Shaft and Superfly were just as real as the…
If you read anything (besides “Program Notes”) this year, it should be the new Musicians Guide to Touring & Promotion, especially if you’re a musician. (Duh.) The 132-page package includes label contacts, publishing companies, tape and CD manufacturers, radio, press, and publicity outlets, clubs, and more, such as advice from…
The celebrity action dies down and the punch suddenly goes out of the city. In the vacuum, the void of noncelebness, even the weather somehow changes: it actually feels hot again, sticky and unpleasant, an unfit atmosphere for any self-respecting famous person. And in the meantime, there’s only culture, and…
DIVING FOR CULPRITS: BLAME HIM In response to Kirk Semple’s “Deep Trouble” (February 26), I would like to do my best to stand up for and defend a sport that is proven to be both safe and educational. I must say that I feel very sorry about the loss of…
The Miami Herald has taken a pretty ugly beating in its confrontation with Cuban American National Foundation chairman Jorge Mas Canosa. Recent tough talk by publisher David Lawrence simply hasn’t been able to overcome the damage done by his simpering, obsequious, early responses. But there’s blame enough to spread around,…
Pop history, the weekend that Miami finally crystalized into one big Molotov cocktail of hype and glitz, a neverending parade of possibilities for the new beautiful people. A summit gathering of the glamarati – Chris Blackwell, Madonna, Grace Jones, Suzanne Bartsch, Bruce Weber, David Reiff, Kenny Scharf, Joey Arias, even…
