The consolation of philosophy, food, and art all came to us recently over a delicious meal of fried chicken and collard greens at our new favorite lunch spot, the cheery pocket-size Lorene’s Cafe, contained within the bar-that-time-will-never-forget, the Satellite Lounge on NW 7th Avenue and 62nd Street. Normally a squalor-central…
The release of the second Nuclear Valdez album has been delayed by Epic until next year. The record has been complete for months – it sounds great, by the way – but its original release date (the middle of this month) was moved to October. Now it’s January. A few…
Throughout South Florida, scattered outposts of gay civilization have always dotted the landscape: Cheers and Cherry Grove in Miami; The Copa, Cathode Ray, and the Marlin Beach Hotel in Fort Lauderdale; the dance club Heartbreaker and cruise bar Man’s Land in West Palm Beach. But lately an entire culture has…
CUT PTR SOME SLACK! In response to the article “Get Out of Jail Free,” certainly certain people have a vested interest in attacking the pretrial-release program. The program has helped many citizens of this county get out of jail who shouldn’t be in jail. As for those violent individuals, I…
WARNING: POACHING IS HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HABITAT We read with great interest Mr. Baker’s article, “For Goodness: Snakes,” published in your August 21 edition. Mr. Baker briefly mentioned that some species and areas of “the Everglades” are closed to collection by law. The National Park Service and Big Cypress National…
School books are flipped open, homework awaits, the leaves are turning to a loamy rainbow, September’s earthen burden has – whoa. Criminy, we’re starting to sound like Spy magazine. What September is around here is Women in Music Month, Cactus Cantina’s annual salute to distaff songmakers. Apart from the not-minor…
Lately, what with one thing or another, we’ve been looking for something different. Something that doesn’t make sense. Something rough. The thirst for the unusual was almost permanently cured by the Saturday night second-anniversary celebration for Warsaw, a hellish, deranged, utterly offensive carnival. Standing on the balcony, looking out over…
DO WE DETECT A SUBTLE HINT OF ACRONYM-ONIOUSNESS THERE, T.J.? Regarding “Politics and Power”: Besides the lengthy paragraph after paragraph without any reference to who is speaking – how about an occasional “Baldwin said”? – I found a number of things unsettling. This is not a political issue; it is…
One of my favorite mixmasters, Clay D, has had a hand in a vast array of hip-hop projects. You gotta own the Pull It All the Way Down album featuring D and Prince Rahiem, and you might want to check out the Clay-molded LPs You Be You, I Be Me…
NO POLITICS, NO HERESY In “Politics and Power” (August 14) a reference was made to the Gay and Lesbian Youth Group of South Florida, Inc. in a quote attributed to Greg Baldwin. This quote is in error. As president of the youth group, I wish to make a correction. In…
We have wandered, it seems, into a time and space where the parameters of fun in the Nineties – bargain-basement sensation as soulless, senseless, and dumbed-down as a television sitcom – have already been exhausted. Other eras of fun are needed for fuel. The Fifties have been used up as…
As you probably know, the national concert-tour business is in worse shape than my liver. Volume this year is down some 30 percent, which explains all those illogical package tours (Sisters of Mercy on the same bill as Public Enemy?) and other tricks of the trade, such as a Warrant-Trixter-Firehouse…
Graham Drout is a great front man who puts together great bands. That said, it seems like every time I mention his Iko-Iko – which is not often enough – it’s to announce ye olde personnel change. Julian Kasper has departed the long-time Tobacco Road houser. He and his wife,…
