Probably the only surf-rock song nearly everyone recognizes is “Wipe Out!” (if you really need a reminder, click here). And the version with which people are familiar is that done in 1963 by the Surfaris, a California quartet still making bank on the nostalgia circuit today. By all accounts, pretty…
Seriously DJ Laz, are you that hard up for cash that you’re resorting to doing awful local commercials for personal injury lawyers based on popular courtroom shows and Jerry Springer? There is a reason radio personalities go into the unseen medium. “Pimp with the Limp,” stay off my TV screen…
The last thing the world needs is another rant by some snooty music scribe who actually believes he can peg the next Coldplay or validate some MySpace wannabe. Don’t worry; yours truly doesn’t make any such presumptions. You won’t find any holier-than-thou prognostications here — just good new sounds worth…
In the event that you’ve had better things to do than watch MTV deteriorate into a steaming sewer of reality programming, you may have missed South Florida’s double-time queer cast previewed on Real World Brooklyn. The show’s 21st season premiers January 7 and will follow its first-ever transgender character -…
To read past installments of ¿Que Pasa, M.I.A?, click here. Trying to make a New Year’s resolution stick is like trying to get all your friends to call you by a self-appointed nickname. (Dudes, bro, from now on call me Shatterstar. ) This year, I’m gonna buckle down and really…
Ignoring the Facts The writer sucks: Tim Elfrink’s December 18 piece “Black October” is a one-sided and misleading characterization of the events of 2003 in Bolivia. The deaths and injuries associated with these events were indeed tragic and regrettable, but Mr. Elfrink’s effort to blame all of this on the…
Laguna Beach was a vapid show I did not care to watch. It begat The Hills which is a vapid show I do not care to watch. Now, The Hills begat The City which is probably a vapid show I will not care to watch. But, what’s this? Intrigue! Perhaps I…
UltrachicUltrachic (Self-released)www.myspace.com/ultrachicUltrachic stand on a weird crossroad bridge where they sonically span the golden years of Venezuelan rock (Sentimiento Muerto, Dermis Tatu, Desorden Público) with the newer bloods who continue to make the racket (Zapato 3, Los Amigos Invisibles, Caramelos de Cianuro). The funny thing is, Ultrachic bass player Luis…
To read past installments of Miami According to Brooklyn, click here. Most of these guys who hang out in this club scene crap have no respect for women whatsoever. They’re just out trying to get their dick wet, which is horrible. I see it every day. Women should be treated…
Today, the last day of 2008, Banana Republican highlights his ten favorite news stories of the year, the tales that truly capture life in a sun-drenched, third-world dimension. 10. Marc Sarnoff’s Memo to Himself. The Coconut Grove loving city commissioner has a super secret meeting with Joe Arriola at which…
¡Feliz Navidad, Miami! As I sit by my Christmas tree and look upon the disco ball ornaments as they glitter and shine, I stroll through my holiday memory lane.This is the time of year that I eat tons of lechon, yuca, and arroz con frijoles. I have no idea what…
Bolivia: The Lost Frontier Evo sucks: Even though Tim Elfrink’s December 18 cover story, “Black October,” was beautifully written, I’m disappointed that the egotism and thirst for revenge of a man as ignorant and power-hungry as Bolivia’s current president, Evo Morales, has blinded even an educated audience. People should know…
A snow angel of a girl — pretty, brunette, and fair — stands on a stage in hoochie stilettos and a sky-blue thong with ribbonlike straps that knot at her hips. The lighted floor below her shifts in color every few seconds, providing a much-needed glow to BT’s Gentlemen’s Club…
To read past installments of Miami According to Brooklyn, click here. Since I’ve lived and worked in both Ft. Lauderdale and Miami, I want to talk about the differences between the scenes, and also just getting around in each place. First off as far as Ft. Lauderdale goes, transportation sucks…
This one deserves to be debated for awhile. In a somewhat shocking proclamation, Spin Magazine, recently named current Miami resident Lil Wayne as Rock Star of the Year. It’s a nice gesture but you’ve got to wonder if he’s really earned it?Before everyone jumps and curses Spin for trying to…
To get an introduction to Jose El Rey (if you actually need one!) and to read last week’s installment of his weekly Crossfade column, Que Pasa, M.I.A?, click here. Maybe it’s my moustache. Maybe it’s the gel in my hair. Perhaps, and most likely, it’s the manner in which I…
Ugliness or Fact He just wants to inform the haters: On December 11, Altaf Ali, executive director of the Florida Chapter of the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), was quoted in Miami New Times denouncing the award-winning documentary Obsession: Radical Islam’s War Against the West. As the producer of this…
The year’s 10 best shows of the year? I’m sick of that shit. The top 10 albums? Tired. Finest songs? Forget about it. Here are my faves in the categories that music nerds probably won’t list this season. With a bonus: They were all onstage. Best Virgin Live Appearance: Tie…
E! is apparently creating a new show that celebrates the sanctity of traditional divorce, and guess what? According to Changing Channels, the show’s producers are seeking local divorced ladies to star in this sure-to-be Peabody-winning program. Apparently it’s less The Sad Divorcees of South Beach and more My Super Sweet…
To read past installments of Miami According to Brooklyn (and to find out who, exactly, guest columnist Brooklyn is), click here. I want to talk about the homeless in downtown around the clubs and how fucking annoying they are. I’m so sick and tired of the begging and everything else…
When Manu Chao released his landmark album, Clandestino, in 1998, it was regarded as an instant classic by most people who heard it. The 16-track disc was a funky underground pop album aimed right at the cultural left (and bourgeois right) of Spain, France, South America and Mexico all at…
At yesterday’s Miami City Commission meeting, a small group of neighborhood preservationists came prepared to do in Eric Silverman, owner of the Vagabond Motel on Biscayne Boulevard in the Upper Eastside. Members of the MiMo Biscayne Association and residents railed against Silverman’s use of his property for an open-air farmer’s…
