Letters from the Issue of August 15, 2002

Yes, All the World’s a Stage But that doesn’t mean Miami is London: Ronald Mangravite’s commentary on the dearth of theater in Miami was undoubtedly well-intentioned, but his suggestion that the solution lies in making Miami more like other cities that have lots of theater is simplistic, to say the…

Rollin’ on the River

If you come down to the river/Betcha gonna find some people who live/You don’t have to worry/Cause you have no money/People along the river are happy to give Park at Tobacco Road and walk down the little hill alongside Associated Photo to Café Nostalgia. Or spring for a Nostalgia valet…

The Life in Nightlife

There’s a specter haunting South Beach. Actually it’s just haunting two people: Danny and Tanya, a pair of delicate-looking Cabaret-style blonds affectionately known to their fellow clubland habitués as “the witches.” Given that this threat takes the form of Wanda, one of our burg’s most notorious drag queens, there’s ample…

Letters from the Issue of August 8, 2002

Wanted: Selfless Public Servants Must be impervious to blunt trauma: Bravo to Rebecca Wakefield and her article about Merrett Stierheim (“Midterm Exam,” August 7). Stierheim is perhaps the hardest-working, least-intimidated, and most upbeat person in South Florida. I would add “one of the smartest,” but you really have to wonder:…

Controlled Substance

Everything about Substance Recordings is impressive. The snazzy, ultramodern Website. The stark CD cover art. The swank Collins Avenue office. The penetrating gaze and intelligent patter of label head Greg Chin — a striking Chinese-Jamaican transplant who also happens to be the electronic indie’s principal artist, a.k.a. Stryke. The Kingston-born…

Requiem for a Lightweight Nightclub

Enron, WorldCom … Billboardlive? Amidst a wave of recent staff departures and murmurs of cash-flow difficulties, the mood inside the beleaguered South Beach club is jittery, according to employees both past and present. Of course, intimations of “creative” accounting are nothing new at Billboardlive — they’ve dogged the $20 million,…

Letters from the Issue of August 1, 2002

Become a Dancer in Three Easy Steps Pump some iron, add some silicone, climb into a cage: After reading Ashley Fantz’s article about nightclub dancers (“Dancing for Dollars,” July 25), I understand why the public in general has such a misconception of dancers. I am a dancer and belong to…

Nostalgia Non-Stop

At the newly remodeled warehouse on the banks of the Miami River, a clamp-on construction lamp lights the way up dusty stairs to the nightclub of Pepe Horta’s dreams. When the silver-haired host extraordinaire moved his beloved little Cuban dive — the original Café Nostalgia — from Eighth Street to…

Letters from the Issue of July 25, 2002

What’s that Little Bird Doing in My Soup? Ummm…the backstroke? Mike Clary has written a great report on the situation surrounding the Cape Sable seaside sparrow and Everglades restoration (“God’s Eye on the Sparrow,” July 18). Those federal agencies and private groups comprising the South Florida Ecosystem Restoration Task Force…

Ozzy Knows Best

Staging a comeback on the same MTV screen that spurred Teen Pop Mania, Ozzy Osbourne not only officially buried the bubblegum phenomenon, he brought back to life the roots of rock and roll. It’s strange enough that the man to revive rock in the 21st Century is a symbol of…

Letters from the Issue of July 18, 2002

Officer, Arrest That Republican And charge him with holding schoolchildren hostage: Regarding Rebecca Wakefield’s article about schools superintendent Merrett Stierheim and wealthy businessman Joe Arriola (“Bleeding Stierheim,” July 4), I think it is criminal that Republicans like state Rep. Ralph Arza are trying to destroy the Miami-Dade County public schools…

Black As They Wanna Be

The camera is trained on two young men holding a Haitian flag. They wear Haitian-flag bandannas, Haitian-flag T-shirts, and Haitian-flag shorts. The girl standing between them whips the Haitian flag up and down to the beat of “Dance Muthafucka!” — the urban club anthem by local rappers Southern Affiliate that…

Letters from the Issue of July 11, 2002

Porn For All Why limit it to mere images? I give a wholehearted two fists up to the idea of the porn industry relocating to South Beach, which Brett Sokol announces is a real possibility (“The XXXstasy Biz,” June 27). Instead of the shallowness currently on display in this sexually…

Keeping Son Real

The last thing Luis Goecoechea planned to do was play in another Latin band. Never mind that he heard nothing but the likes of Orquesta Aragon, Machito, and Chico O’Farrill when he was growing up. “My father would put on his records and say, •I want to hear you sing…

Faking the Funk

It’s pretty hard to ruffle Andrew Yeomanson (a.k.a. DJ Le Spam). After all, this is a man who can keep a straight face while asserting that the inspiration for assembling his Spam Allstars band was seeing Mr. T’s Ten Commandments video. “Come on, ‘I pity the fool who doesn’t have…

The Real Deal

If he has to reach waaaaaay down, Jesus will pick you up. Oh, yes he will! If he has to reach waaaaay down, Jesus will pick you up. Down in the ghetto! Waaaaaaaaay down. Down in the valley! Waaaaaaaaay down. Oh, yes he will! Oh, yes he will! Oh, yes…

Letters from the Issue of July 4, 2002

What We Are Missing Why beat up on Liz Balmaseda? After reading the piece “Buying Time” by Rebecca Wakefield in the issue of June 27, I feel compelled to write. First I think Jim DeFede’s addition to the Herald is as good a move as they’ve made in a long…

Letters from the Issue of July 27, 2002

Ol’ Scraggy Blue Eyes Not everyone in my building hates the homeless: I own a condo here in the Helen Mar and I just wanted to tell you that I thought John Lombardi’s “The Heart Goes For a Haircut” was a great story (June 13). I rarely read the New…

Big Back

No one will ever see the video. The man getting a massage in the first frame is dead now, gunned down last January at a gas station on South Beach. The police don’t know who did it, but that’s not the reason this video will never be released. If the…

Letters from the Issue of June 20, 2002

All About My Brother They’re here, they’re queer, they’re relatives: Well, I’m surprised to hear that Manny Diaz’s brother is gay; like does everyone have a gay family member? (“They’re Here, They’re Queer, They Vote,” Brett Sokol, June 13). Alex Penelas’s brother is quite out and proud, which means the…

Go West, or North, Young Band

Let’s be clear on what kind of town this is. This is a place with great recording studios, phenomenal producers, and engineering wizards, so if you’re a big star and you’ve got a hefty budget, you can lay down tracks here as good or better than anywhere else. Doesn’t matter…

They’re Here, They’re Queer, They Vote

What does Jorge Diaz look like? “I’m just your average Cuban,” he jokes over the phone before a lunch meeting with Kulchur. Well, not exactly. True, Diaz arrives at Coconut Grove’s Monty’s restaurant dressed in a crisp white guayabera and slacks. And despite apologizing for what he calls a sweaty…