Punk Floyd It is sadly ironic that New Times music editor John Floyd chose the weekend of the Miami Bob Marley Festival to expose your readership to a poorly researched, out-of-the-loop article and his negative personal opinion of the state of reggae music (“Lively Up Itself,” February 8). Sadder still…
HABDI’s Stinking Mango Syndrome Kudos to Jim DeFede for his expose “Flying Blind” (February 1). The giveaway of Homestead Air Force Base to HABDI stinks! This kind of government-in-the-moonshine runs contrary to the basic nature of the democratic process and reminds me of the one-candidate elections held in Cuba. The…
Among other charms, Miami has very little in common with the rest of the U.S. It’s a Disney World devoted to decadence and twisted family values, a festering tank town hacked out of the swamps and overrun by psychotics, crooks, and visionary hustlers. In this tropical gulag of American exile,…
It’s no doubt too soon to start yammering about the rebirth of South Beach as a mecca for live music, but things in the glitzy, neon-soaked district may at least be on an upswing. Two club owners have somehow found the courage to open their doors to local, national, and…
There’s Cash in That Trash Great article by Sean Rowe on Mt. Trashmore (“Our Garbage, Ourselves,” January 25). There are a few things New Times should know about Dade’s incinerator, officially known as Resources Recovery. It is much more than an incinerator; it employs a front-end processing system that recycles…
Miami approaches its centennial celebrations, and during certain moments it feels as if I’ve been on the job for a hundred years. Amid a profound delirium, my early days of discreetly licking Julia Tuttle’s ass for invitations to tea have yielded to the current epoch of scattershot sycophancy extended to…
Coming Soon: Cover Stories Shorter Than This Letter Concerning the article written by Robert Andrew Powell entitled “The Graduate” (January 18), the movie by the same title was of less epic proportions. Perhaps your writers could adapt the New Times letters policy — specifically the part stating that “letters may…
When Claudia Gould turned six, her uncle gave her a birthday present: a stained-brown wooden music box made by Reuge Music of Switzerland that contained a tiny ballerina twirling to the soothing strains of Johann Strauss’s “The Emperor Waltz.” More than 30 years later Gould, the director of Artists Space…
In Miami, ground zero of bad taste, can such a thing as terminal tastelessness really be said to exist? Stay here long enough and you’re not fit to live anywhere else: A gaudy spree of no-holds-barred behavior eventually washes away all remaining standards of acceptable civic conduct. Over time other…
THIS WAS THE PREMIER OF JOHN FLOYD’S COLUMN No matter who heard the news, the responses from my friends were more or less the same: incredulous and typically smart-assed, and offered in a kind of weary sigh that lets you know in no uncertain terms that everyone believes that, once…
And so there we all are, the citizens of Planet Starfucker, departing from the Miami Beach Marina on a cold night, huddled together in a tourists-as-slaves galley. For the evening, the tour boat has become an impromptu Noah’s Ark: models, promoters, Eurofilth, and the press cruising to Fisher Island, the…
Henceforth, Letters Regarding Office Depot’s English-Only Policy Shall Be Published in Esperanto When I read Mr. Richard Escobar’s extremist letter regarding the English-only affair at Office Depot (“Remember: The Customer Is Always American,” December 21) in your January 4 issue, I had no other choice but to answer. I am…
Word Processing Since she joined forces last October with local promoter Andy Osofsky, Cheers owner Gaye Levine figures her Miami nightclub has hosted “just about every good band in town.” That partnership, however, is now kaput: Word of Mouth, Osofsky’s production company, has pulled out of its arrangement with Levine’s…
A Humane Sort of Death Squad After reading Kirk Semple’s “24 Hours a Stray” (January 4), I am convinced that the so-called Humane Society should change its name to the Death Squad. Apparently all they are good for is picking up stray or injured animals and killing them, although I’m…
Let’s stay in the visual arena, an important thing in life, and shuffle out on the rounds, careen a bit between the past and present. A hobo on the runaway train to a good time, ready for anything, everything, and nothing. Sunday night, and it’s Bar None, Sylvester Stallone –…
That’s not because we occasionally may have murderous thoughts about our loved one (or lack thereof). It’s because a martyred Roman priest, Saint Valentine, was beheaded on February 14 in the year 270. That’s where all of this started. But can romance historians give a simple explanation for why lopping…
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…
