Miami Soul Sister

“Play it for me, Little Beaver!” Joss Stone breathlessly calls out in the middle of her new song “Super Duper Love.” It’s a command that hasn’t been heard on a record in nearly 30 years, but the stinging guitar notes sound just as fresh as the chugging, Southern-fried organ groove…

Letters from the Issue of , 2002

Desperately Seeking Stupid Gringos Tarnation, Jethro! You mean to tell me that Ricky Ricardo fella ain’t but some actor? Thanks to Celeste Fraser Delgado (“Feel the Latin Grammys,” August 28) we all know it was the Miami-based ad company Punto Ogilvy that came up with those pitifully lame “Feel the…

A Plunge into the Mainstream

Hitting the campaign trail is an awful lot like marketing a pop star. Cult audiences, no matter how dedicated, are fine if all you’re after is cult hero status. But if you’re looking to rule the pop charts — or run for higher office — then crossing over to the…

Letters from the Issue of August 28, 2003

New York Reader Befuddled Despite her efforts to understand, Miami makes no sense: Rebecca Wakefield’s story about public housing in Opa-locka (“Land Grab,” August 21) was very interesting, well written, and frightening — considering that major public funds are involved. And considering lobbyist Peter Bernal’s documented history of involvement with…

Queer Eye for the Mayoral Guy

And they’re off! It may be more than a year away, but the 2004 election campaign is in full swing: swanky fundraisers, fist-pumping stump speeches, and that hallmark of American politics, the smoky backroom meeting. We’re not talking about 2004’s presidential aspirants, but instead a contest with just as much…

Letters from the Issue of August 21, 2003

Of All the Gin Joints in All the Towns in All the World … … Mayor Diaz walks into ours: Good thing Rick’s Place was located in Casablanca and not Miami. Bogart’s establishment was hounded by Nazis. But in Miami, as Steven Dudley reported in “Sandwich and a Hooker” (August…

Letters from the Issue of August 14, 2003

Celia: Race Does Matter Just look at the history of Cuba’s white elite: Kudos to Celeste Fraser Delgado for her article on Celia Cruz (“Over Her Dead Body,” July 24). I didn’t intend to write but was motivated to do so by the negative responses she received from Angelo Figueras…

Letters from the Issue of August 7, 2003

I Will Not Be Destroyed Even though white media like you are out to get African-American men like me: I am not surprised that the white media would write a story on April 24 slamming the Miami-Dade Corrections Department’s internal-affairs bureau for alleged corruption in its investigations, then just three…

Letters from the Issue of July 31, 2003

No Miracles, Just Hard Work Everyone did a great job at the NAACP event, including Rev. Willie Sims: Tristram Korten, in his column regarding the disciplinary action taken against Rev. Willie Sims of my staff (“Big Mouth, Big Trouble,” July 17), incorrectly implied that Reverend Sims was “miraculously” reinstated to…

Letters from the Issue of July 24, 2003

Way to Plug Those Advertisers And congratulations on setting a new standard for insulting misogyny: A few days ago I had the misfortune to open New Times and read John Lombardi’s “High Anxiety” column headlined “Designa Vagina” (July 10). I’ve seen the ads for labial reduction placed in your paper…

Crazy Like a Fox

If you’re trying to handicap the 2004 presidential election, forget about the marquee pundits and media analysts. Instead look to Saturday Night Live, whose writers have, if nothing else, at least managed to accurately capture the nation-at-large’s take on George W. Bush. There was the Scrabble-challenged Bush of the 2000…

Letters from the Issue of July 17-23, 2003

Squawk: Millions for What? Parrot Jungle is just another scheme with a theme: Judging by other newspaper articles and descriptions from friends who have visited the new Parrot Jungle, Humberto Guida could not be more correct in his appraisal (“For the Birds,” July 10). I am truly sorry to learn…

Designa Vagina

“Let’s face it, 30 years ago, women didn’t think about their labias as much.” This is Dr. Sam Gershenbaum, board-certified plastic and reconstructive surgeon, whose state-of-the-art Aventura facility gleams brilliantly, like a day in Fiesole, Italy, or the engine housing of a new Maserati. Dr. Gershenbaum, in fact, is easily…

Letters from the Issue of July 10-16, 2003

Freedom Tower: Fiction as Fact No secret deals, no hidden agendas, no disguises: After reading Kirk Nielsen’s second article on the attempt by Miami-Dade [Community] College to acquire the Freedom Tower, I feel compelled to set the record straight and provide some facts to supplement the two highly misleading pieces…

He’s Back From Iraq

Don’t get Charlie Herman wrong. He doesn’t miss the gunfire or the backdrop of constant explosions. It’s just that after being a producer for ABC-TV’s World News Tonight in Baghdad, returning to his role as the network’s man in Miami is a bit, well, strange. Not that his prior foreign…

Letters from the Issue of July 3-9, 2003

Political Animals I’ve Known and Loved And by the way, I’d be happy to draft a new campaign-finance law: A few comments about Brett Sokol’s “Kulchur” column on the never-ending subject of Don Peebles et al. (“Black and White and Dread All Over,” June 26). First of all, Florida desperately…

Black and White and Dread All Over

Like the swallows returning to Capistrano, or Manhattanites heading for the Hamptons, Miami Beach’s city hall also has a rhythm you can set your watch to. At some point during a lengthy Beach commission meeting, Commissioner Luis Garcia will begin bellowing epithets such as “Dictator!” and “Hugo Chavez!” at his…

Letters from the Issue of June 26 – July 2, 2003

Padrón: A Whistleblower’s Courage Adis Vila is a hero, not a disgruntled employee: In response to Kirk Nielsen’s story about Miami-Dade Community College president Eduardo Padrón (“Bad Man on Campus,” June 19), whistleblowers are consistently referred to as “disgruntled employees” here in Miami. Yet it takes so much courage and…

Nightlife Everlasting

Frank Owen is on his best behavior. “I’m not getting drunk tonight,” he announces firmly, wagging a cautionary finger at Kulchur outside of the Beach’s Books & Books. The 41-year-old British author has a promotional appearance there this evening, and then it’s back to his hotel. “I’m going on CNN…

Letters from the Issue of June 19-25, 2002

Daddy Is Right — You’re Ignorant and Uncool Potty-mouth free weekly takes it on the chin: Today, when I was in my parents’ room, I found a copy of New Times, which read on the front page: “Bitch-Slapping Whitey” (June 5). Now, being eleven years old, I know what bitch…

Letters from the Issue of June 12-18, 2003

Tooth Fairy: We’re All Aglow Which would have been apparent with a little digging: In “Return of Three Mile Island?” (May 22), Steven Dudley’s inability to “sort out the real risks” of environmental radiation on cancer falls short of the in-depth investigative journalism one seeks in New Times. Had Mr…

Letters from the Issue of June 5 – 11, 2003

Best Sincere Modesty It’s about time my magnificence was acknowledged: Thanks to all the lovely people at New Times for choosing me, Shelley Novak, just a humble actor/comedian/talk-show host/singer/psychic/feng shui advisor/megastar as “Best Drag Queen” (“Best of Miami,” May 15). I had already written my hate letter in preparation for…