LOVE AMERICAN-STYLE: AN EXTREMELY SELECTIVE HISTORY OF ROMANCE Love, lust, romance. We’re obsessed. We always have been. Since the Garden of Eden, we’ve been tortured by temptation and the regulation of sin, which history tells us has always been synonymous with sex. A selective trip through American history reveals that…
It is yet another golden afternoon at the Delano, the Miami Beach hotel built on the manipulation of celebrity and hype, and Neal Gabler — author of the masterful biography Winchell: Gossip, Power, and the Culture of Celebrity and a true scholar of fame and pop culture — is taking…
Office Depot: Let the Paper-Clip Boycott Begin! I became aware of Office Depot’s English-only policy regarding its employees not only through New Times (“Remember: The Customer Is Always American,” December 7), but also through confirmation by some of that firm’s employees who also happen to be patients of mine. I…
The Captains of Crunch “We just want to deal with people we know because it makes everything easier,” explains 22-year-old Chris Lelugas, who, along with Mari Giordani, also age 22, runs the local indie record label Star Crunch. “We’ll put out anything as long as we like it. We don’t…
Atomic Dog Breath Regarding Michael Corcoran’s article “Alas Poor Rock, We Knew It Well” (December 21): Corcoran clearly has no clue what George Clinton was all about. Clinton’s band Funkadelic was a mindset that spoke volumes about the times for both blacks and whites. The Seventies and early Eighties were…
Another New Year’s Eve looms on the horizon, the great white whale of hope and horror in the nightlife game. At this stage of the journey, respectably debauched after weathering some 40,000 years of nocturnal frolics, I have — like so many other good degenerates — turned to self-improvement. After…
Band Better Have My Money Surely you didn’t think that Marilyn Manson could hit South Florida without getting involved in some kind of ruckus. The latest incident involving the group, whose front man of the same name has been arrested twice in Florida for various on-stage indecencies, happened on December…
Not Tough Enough to Rip Out the Throat of a Real Champ Enough accolades already for Marcus “Conan” Silveira (“State of Gracie,” December 14). While he certainly deserves the credit that reporter Todd Anthony gave him for his recent Extreme Fighting victories, let us put his accomplishments in proper perspective…
Jazz in the House of God The exploratory sounds of experimental jazz will grace the halls of the Coral Gables Congregational Church beginning early next year, as Tigertail Productions presents the four-show Composers in Performance series, an annual event that in the past has featured concerts by various jazz icons,…
What with Christmas coming up and all, I’ve been trying to exorcise hatefulness from my being — without much luck, unfortunately. Leave the house or pick up the phone, and someone eventually pisses you off. At an advanced stage of meanness, you even start to piss yourself off. Over time…
Tongue Lashing I applaud Office Depot for its “English first” policy with regard to South Florida customers (“Remember: The Customer Is Always American,” December 7). In Elise Ackerman’s article, a Spanish-speaking cashier was quoted as saying, “It’s because not all the employees speak Spanish, and they feel bad if they…
Miami Bites the Big Apple Cigar smoke, girls in tight Lycra dresses, and Nil Lara without shoes. Just another night in Miami– uh, make that New York City. Lara’s November 30 gig at downtown Manhattan’s Mercury Lounge — part of a recent East Coast tour — attracted a large crowd…
Inquiring Minds Sure, sure, anybody can do a fanzine. That’s why you see so many of the inky creations cluttering up the countertops of record stores and skateboard shops across the nation. Plow through a stack of them, though, and you’ll soon learn that doing a fanzine well isn’t so…
It’s been a week of limited social engagement, removed from the hoopla and horror, the spirits soaring amid a host of quiet rewards and epiphanies in the oddest places. For instance, dinner at Curry’s Restaurant on upper Collins Avenue, the place that time forgot. For some unfathomable reason, the interior…
Art a Go-Go Judy Cantor’s clear and evenhanded expose on the South Florida Art Center was a great read (“The Long and Winding Road,” November 30). If the SFAC wants to continue leading greater Miami in helping its artists and promoting the cultural life of this city (which it sincerely…
South Beach alt-rock quartet Muse recently signed a multialbum recording deal with Lava, a subsidiary of industry behemoth Atlantic Records. The group, which released its own CD in May, will travel to Los Angeles in January to record its debut for the label. “We could not be more pleased with…
Once in a while, even an idiot savant of gossip has to gush a little, and Ingrid Casares — homegirl image consultant, Madonna pal, and co-owner of Liquid — absolutely ruled last week with that club’s grand opening, the South Beach club equivalent of Truman Capote’s Black and White Ball…
Pillars of Prosperity: O.J. Simpson, Michael Jackson, Thomas Kramer What will it take for the Miami Beach City Commission and other local cronies, hangers-on, flunkies, recipients of two-bit contributions, casinoheads, rationalizing lawyers, suddenly converted “mediators,” the INS, and unscrupulous big-shot newspaper editors to wake up and smell the coffee about…
South Florida’s Favorite Stalinist Leeches Kathy Glasgow’s article “Breach of Faith” (November 16) concerning radio commentator Emilio Milian merely whets one’s appetite when it comes to the smorgasbord of incidents in which people are silenced because they fail to adhere to the official line of the Cuban American National Foundation…
When you own a record store called Blue Note, also the name of music’s greatest jazz label, your stock better go a hell of a lot deeper than a stuffed Kenny G. section and a handful of Duke Ellington albums. Blue Note Records in North Miami Beach deserves its name…
Standing there on Washington Avenue for the midnight reckoning, confronting the nasty mob waving VIP opening-night invitations around the front door to Liquid, my entire career as Stepin Fetchit to the nightlife industry assumed the clarity of a bullet to the brain. If the club had gotten it together to…
Why Ron Book Avoids Libertarians I enjoyed Jim DeFede’s article about Ron Croo…er…Book (“Crime and Politics,” November 9), but I have a suggestion for future political coverage. Print an R for Republican or D for Democrat after each politician’s name in order to designate the political affiliation of that individual…
