In Clubland

It’s hard to top the mammoth anniversary party with George Clinton, but Tobacco Road (626 S. Miami Ave.) is trying with three consecutive nights of national blues talent. Old-time master blues interpreter John Hammond, Jr., returns to the Road on Thursday for two shows, at 8:30 and 10:30 p.m. Hammond,…

Deep Breaths

The Drepung Gomang college earned its name a little differently than most Western centers of learning. The Tibetan word gomang literally means “many doors,” and the story is that spiritually advanced monks of Drepung Monastery were able to walk through the college’s solid stone walls without the need for doors…

Sounds of Silence

Anyone looking for yet more signs of Lincoln Road’s devolution from bohemian enclave to tourist-overrun strip mall should consider Miami Beach’s new open-air music policy. As part of the city’s attempt to fine tune its vision for the street, it has decided to sanitize the sound along the promenade’s public…

Tangled Roots

Yellow bandannas with black letters bearing the Western Union logo graced nearly every head, neck, or waist at Rasin ’99, held early this November at Bayfront Park. The fans of Haitian roots music — a music based on the rhythms and traditional refrains of Haitian vodou — wore the sponsor’s…

Handsome Dan, Automator Man

Dan “The Automator” Nakamura laughs when he recalls how his DJ career ended before it really began. Fifteen years ago, as a high school student, DJing was all Nakamura wanted to do. He was learning how to spin records and make his own pause tapes and drum-machine beats, the kind…

Taj Mahal & Toumani Diabaté

It’s the age of cultural mixing, and one of the best examples of mutual musical understanding anywhere is found on Kulanjan, the recorded encounter between Taj Mahal and Mali’s Toumani Diabaté. A more natural pairing for cultural collision could hardly be imagined. Taj Mahal’s rootsy blues have always resonated with…

Arto Lindsay

In the waning years of the ’70s, Arto Lindsay “sang” and “played guitar” for DNA, and his musicianship deserved the quotes. Emerging in the wide-open aftermath of punk rock, DNA was part of what was dubbed the New York “No Wave,” a movement of bands whose music was belligerently chaotic…

In Clubland

In this season of thanks, forget about the food and think about the dance floor. If the Pilgrims had had a plethora of nightclubs that stayed open late and housed glorious debauchery, we might all be tossing back cocktails and gobbling down rolls (not the dough variety) instead of turkey…

Monster Mashes, Graveyard Smashes

The room is filled with screaming skulls, fiendishly grinning jack-o’-lanterns, skeletons hanging from the ceiling, and several Puppet Master dolls, which, even standing at a mere six inches tall, manage to evoke that cult splatter flick’s sense of dread. “Cemeteries, the full moon: I’ve just always loved stuff that’s creepy,”…

Top Dog

In 1975 George Clinton made the album he still considers to be his career breakthrough: Chocolate City, with his band Parliament. Chocolate City’s classic title song was not only an obvious precursor to hip-hop (with Clinton smoothly talking over a repetitive rhythm track), but it also was an alternative state-of-the-union…

Rotations

Sizzla Be I Strong (VP) That Sizzla can lick a riddim like no one else was evident as early as 1994’s Black and Comely, his first album that saw him do lyrical battle alongside singer Mikey General. Turning out the biblically weighted “Song of Solomon” with the coarse, spine-tingling chant…

In Clubland

One of South Beach’s prime spots for clublife will finally see some action in the form of Level (1235 Washington Ave., Miami Beach). But don’t worry: Just because the massive joint is partly owned by the same folks who run Fort Lauderdale’s World Mardi Gras, it doesn’t mean every Billy…

Return Engagement

Watching as the imbroglio surrounding Los Van Van’s Miami concert played out on local television last month, Cuban pianist Gonzalo Rubalcaba felt as though he had tuned in to a rerun of old news. “I feel sorry that they had to have that disagreeable experience,” sighs Rubalcaba, who was performing…

Eve of Destruction

Two years ago the career of rapper Eve Jihan Jeffers appeared to be on the cusp of something great. Jeffers, now age twenty, started performing when she was still a teenager; she had put in her time competing in high school talent shows, and was paying her dues playing local…

Jamming for Dollars

Major record labels are still pissed off about digital distribution. The concern that free, nearly perfect copies of songs would be scattered all over the world led to a concerted effort this past summer by the Big Five record companies, audio conglomerates, and electronics firms to make music “secure.” The…

Rotations

Handsome Boy Modeling School So … How’s Your Girl? (Tommy Boy) Bring it on, man. All you gotta do in true-blue hip-hop circles is utter the sequined names Prince Paul and Dan the Automator in the same sentence and you’ll get some wide-eyed gawkers going giddy. Were it only for…

In Clubland

Three years is a pretty good run for a club in transient South Beach, especially if the club features live music. That’s what Jazid (1342 Washington Ave., Miami Beach) does, and that’s how long the place has been at it. And it’s not showing any signs of slowing down. Every…

In Clubland

The only way a guy as ugly as Blaine Cartwright could get two women to kiss each other in front of him every night is by paying for it — or by being a rock star. He’s the latter, at least according to patrons of juke joints across the United…

Compas Hears a New Beat

The rhythms of Haiti remain unknown to many in America, even in Miami. But one new band from the island nation would like to change that. Jacky Ambroise, founder of Strings (which also includes guitarists Phillipe Augustin and Ralph Blanchard), describes his trio’s sound as a mix of troubadour music,…

A Country B-Boy Survives

The year 1999 was originally pegged to be the point when rock officially was pronounced dead. All Detroit was supposed to be remembered for was launching white rapper Eminem, while Woodstock’s attempt at countercultural revivalism left little more than a bad taste in everyone’s mouth. Every hard-rock act worth its…

These Memories Can’t Wait

It was the most unlikely reunion — and, perhaps, a most empty one, because it would lead to absolutely nothing at all except more hard feelings, more regret, and more pain. There they were only last April at the San Francisco Film Festival, together for the first time since their…