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…