This is a guest article from a true city dweller, troubadour and music maker Sary Tash look for his new mix “i breathed her name with every embrace” here very soon.
Shit like WMC, Ultra, INC and the like 0wn or whatever,
though the simple reality of BEING in Miami seems to overshadow
them sometimes. Just driving around and listening to the radio
often feels as Neptunian an experience as watching some
Australian bleed on amplified glass ever could be.
There’s nowhere else like it in the world, and in
few places is that fact more plain than in some
of my favoritest Dade county places:
24 hr Cuban interzone neighboring the Cameo Theatre.
Frequented by a continual parade of lunatics, hustlers,
latino pensioners, prophets, hustlers, tourists, and
hustlers. Eating three meals a days here for three
straight months, you see as much of life’s grand
cavalcade as one might experience over a year of
riding boxcars or running the tiltawhirl at some
dusty and faraway fair.
Food’s divine, by the way. Never had a bad meal here,
never heard the juke box play a single bad song. This
the playa is realness its ownself, smiling in your
direction, raising her glass in a toast…
an unfathomable man with a wizard’s understanding of physics
rends a dreamscape from granite to win the heart of a
ghost who’d long him. nowhere on earth is like this.
Friendly emus? Fruit you’ve never heard of? Robert
Is Here: Curing sadness with serendipity since before
even Rat Bastard was born.
vegan haitian food on South Beach. Some of you appreciate this sort of thing, i guess…
Mall comprised entirely of Latino thrift stores stocked top
to bottom with more polyester, samba, and stilettos than
all the Leisure Suit Larry games combined.
Hypereccentric late night Nicaraguan joint so
resplendently festooned with shiny objects, i’m
firmly convinced it’s one of the few rice and
bean establishments visible from earth’s outer
Velvet dark and hazy for generations. Every aspect of this place
Sweat are hands down the greatest record store
in the south. vegan waffles and djs most sundays,
Go ahead, treat yourself.
Overall lineup looks better than last, in many respects.
If I had a million wishes, at least a hundred of them
would be to go to these shows:
Let’s Wild and Free
Listening to Four Tet as I write this. Also, he is playing show:
Obligatory Doc Martin mention:
WEIRDS PARTY (warning: expert level)
Saturday offers incense, also:
DJ Sneak exists.
New Future Everything Showcase. Actually, probably this will be p. fun, possibly.
Somehow Disco Sunday
Good kids with impeccable taste in next wave bass well deserving of your avid attention.
Or, you could just say fuck it, and spend all weekend at the Electric Pickle: