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…
Every time I hear Luther R. “Luke” Campbell’s name, I consider entering law school. If I got good at it, he could make me rich, or at least keep me very busy. Campbell drafts so many attorneys he ought to just buy a law firm. Set up a cot at…
Willy and Sal’s case is based on government information received from convicted informants who are bargaining for a reduction in their prison sentences. Specifically, Mr. Ray Corona, a very unreliable source who is presently serving time, is cooperating and supplying the government with false information to reduce the length of…
Quite frankly, we had no choice. Mr. Kunst had financially bled and mismanaged the organization so severely that we were facing the certainty of bankruptcy within one week. Body Positive, earnestly concerned about having many of their homebound clients face a disruption in their home-delivered meals, was preparing to take…
They aren’t on MTV yet, at least not that I know of, and maybe they never will be, but the mighty Mavericks played for all America on Friday as guests of the Today show, broadcast from the Rusty Pelican on Key Biscayne. Pretty cool, man, even if it was a…
Fame. Big fame, little fame, it’s all the frenzy of renown. The place where things are hollow but kind of fun, too. Miami as the new Ibiza, a hothouse for international jet set types. It’s Madonna in town – no, really in town this time – shooting her new book…
I also understand Mr. Spector’s anger and his position. The recording industry has done as much evil as good in the last century. They’ve blocked digital audio tape, refused to lower wholesale CD prices as profits grew, screwed artists out of royalties over “giveaways” at record clubs, refused to adopt…
Forget about it, Jake, it’s Toon Town. Nothing makes sense. Hetero citadel goiste, oye-chica-shake-that-bumba-land, venturing into the gay marketplace with a new one-nighter called Le Trick. The classic Village Inn, the place where I first fell in love with my wife, for God’s sake, now the homorama-esque 3131, a pink-accented…
I don’t actually talk to these people, you know, but the buzz back in November was that Bruce Springsteen’s handlers were extremely bemused by that little Parking Free hoax me and Ben Greenman pulled. (In fact, Greenman, allegedly the target of New Jersey hit men, is currently in hiding somewhere…
A CLOWN? NO WAY. THE RINGMASTER! The best thing that clown Mas Canosa and his right-wing Cuban American National Foundation could do is take the circus somewhere else (“A Clown? No Way. A Genius!”, January 29). In his narrow mind, he sees himself as Cuba’s next president, even if it…
Performance art. It’s brilliant, irritating, verging on the psychotic, irony-clogged stuff that neatly dissects the angst of the modern metropolis. Or maybe it’s just television: Short, brutish, nasty, lots of jump cuts, kind of like real life but with better production values. It’s Laurie, it’s Mary, it’s celebrity parties as…
If “credibility” isn’t already a buzz word, you can bet it’s becoming one. Personally, I’ve never had a problem with the big C. So I’ve never really worried about it. Lately my nonchalance has presented a couple of interesting test cases. First there was Greg Brown. I had the audacity…
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y…night! It’s Saturday night, oh Saturday night…. Great bunch of kids, those Bay City Rollers, but that was Seventies/Eighties fun, as dated as the Beach Boys catching the perfect curl. Now it’s songs for the new recession, the squeeze of the fin de siecle, just not nice at all. Like…
In 1989 we became, and are currently, qualified Responsible Vendors. We’ve had polygraph tests, urine tests, monthly staff meetings, and quarterly meetings conducted by Responsible Vendors, Inc. to update the staff. Mr. Sloate employs security guards to patrol the parking lots. One of the people taken by the Border Patrol…
October, 1987 “The Miami Herald may as well close its doors if it believes it can take advantage of us economically while it belittles our ideals and misrepresents our people and our purposes.” – Cuban American National Foundation, Jorge Mas Canosa, chairman; from a full-page advertisement placed in the Herald…
On the night of March 17, 1990, the previous and only time Esta Hill and her band, Lava Love, played Miami, they destroyed me. Ripped my brain out and shot hoops with it. Hill’s stage frantics make that leaping toad Axl Rose look like a paraplegic. Or, as William Blake…
Sorry, but there is no way four WASPs from Palm Beach County could have recorded Dream Another Dream, nor, for that matter, I Am I. Progressive guitar rock is dead. It died, more or less, when the Replacements went out of fashion several years ago. If progressive rock was still…
