Ahh, St. Paddy's Day. Irish folks' most significant cause for yearly celebration always results in an overflow of activities, especially in a South Florida community dense with Irish natives. March 17 is more than an excuse for alcoholic (over)indulgence; it's a celebration of Irish culture. From live music to parades...
We must keep the atmosphere electrified!" creepy Igor announces in reference to an abominable experiment in Van Helsing, but he could be appraising the entirety of this enormous event movie. Breathless cutting, nonstop special effects, and a pummeling soundtrack camouflage very silly plotting and mediocre-to-sappy dialogue -- and yet, the...
It's all in the delivery SAT 5/15 It's called poetry slam. Not the other way around. And just because anybody can do it and the judges are everyday Joes selected randomly from the audience, that doesn't mean it's not art. It's performance art, people. More specifically, "spoken word." Sure, the...
Somewhere right now, in some remote farm, maybe in the Midwest or clear on the other side of the globe, a sheep is rubbing obsessively against fence posts and barbed wire, as if trying to reach some incessant itch. The sheep will scratch itself until its wool disappears, right down...
In the early morning of May 28, 2002, Sgt. Raphael Wolfe pulled his squad car up to the chainlink fence around the Broward Sheriff's Office auto service center in Lauderdale Lakes. He punched in the entrance code to open the gate, then drove to the fuel pumps. As he filled...
Hip-hop's global empire is a juggernaut, racing from braggadocio to backpack-toting purists who shun the materialistic. But the true demographic of the genre is harder to nail down than a Pauly Shore fan. The once strictly urban b-boy ideologies have overtaken the suburbs, grabbing the youth market, which is hastily...
Some sadistic soul has placed South Florida's sun directly overhead and cranked up the heat to the "July" notch, brutalizing the small Lake Worth apartment where Gidget Gein sleeps and paints. A single window-mounted air conditioner valiantly cools the small bedroom. All day, Gein has worked alone in the stuffy,...
Savath and Savalas performs with Juana Molina and Nobody at 8 p.m. Wednesday, May 5, at I/O, 30 NE 14th St., Miami. Tickets cost $20. Call 305-672-5202.
Tailpipe is always reluctant to use the U word (un-American, that is), but what else do you say about an organization that blatantly violates the First Amendment? Officials at the North Broward Hospital District are apparently so far into denial about their own mismanagement, waste, and insider dealings that they've...
So good it's, ahem, illegal. The Beatles' White Album meets Jay-Z's The Black Album on the way to the courthouse, where EMI's lawyers lie in wait with cease-and-desist orders to protect copyright holders who want to fuck up what a bedroom DJ funked up on a Christmas Eve lark. The...
The Great Super Bowl Rogue Breast Disaster of 2004 reached truly epic levels of overexposure, with every pundit, columnist, blogger, and dude standing behind you at Subway scrambling to weigh in on the moral outrage of it all. But in our haste to denounce either our shot-to-hell sense of human...
"Love & Slavery in Miami" -- Willie Keddell is an artist who tills the fields of perception. The urban furrows of marginality are his seedbed of imagination. His work's soulful aesthetic is abundant with concrete decay, the graffiti of untrod spaces, and the plaintive lament of the dispossessed. With assistance...
One way to describe Luce, a recent arrival to downtown Hollywood, is to say that it is an attractive new bar that serves decent brick-oven pizza and better-than-average Italian-style bar food. Another description would be: a poorer-than-average Italian restaurant with a bar. In either case, Luce (pronounced "LOO-che") serves as...
Existence, according to Henry Miller, is an ovarian trolley, a runaway treadmill full of yolk-like crap that could care less how it gets incarnated. Birth, identity, and death are inconsequential; it's the motion itself that has any chance of meaning anything. On As the Eternal Cowboy, Tom Gabel of the...
A long time ago, on a wave far, far away, 19-year-old surfer Shaun Tomson made cinematic history. It was 1977. Darth Vader entered the world's consciousness with Star Wars. Porn star John Holmes peaked with Young, Hot, n' Nasty Teenage Cruisers. And Tomson titillated audiences in a different way. Free...
Jan and Dean are officially heading around Dead Man's Curve for good this time. Surf music, which was once the celebrated soundtrack to Frankie and Annette's beach-blanket skinfests, is lost on this generation. Let's face it: The elastic is all worn out on the bathing suits, skin cancer has taken...
And red all over THU 4/15 As we delve ever further into election season, it's increasingly important that the electorate stay well-informed about the full range of campaign issues. However, with television and radio far outweighing the printed word as our primary source of information, the flow of information is...
...and one awesome artist THU 4/15 Thought-provoking, articulate, and babe-alicious artist Michael Joo (at left in picture) comes to the Palm Beach Institute of Contemporary Art (601 Lake Ave., Lake Worth) today to talk about his work. Often photographed with shaggy hair sticking out of a beanie, Joo looks more...
It doesn't get much catchier than the collage of infectious hooks the Wrens present on The Meadowlands. That's not to say there's anything facile about the New Jersey quartet's long-awaited follow-up to 1996's Secaucus. Rather, its latest pastes a keen understanding of major-key pop over an assortment of attractive guitar...
The Golden Age of the Comic Book Movie has turned the color of tarnished copper. But there is no going back, not when comic shops have become movie studios' research and development labs. No moving forward either; the comic-book movie has become a cinematic smudge once more, one blurring into...
The Geriatric Gestapo is after the kids. The West Palm Beach City Commission seems to believe that only those of us born between 1983 and 1986 have caused Clematis Street to turn into, as West Palm Beach Mayor Lois Frankel put it, "Bourbon Street." Cue Skynyrd's "That Smell." Or whatever...
How far will one friend go for another? In Trembling Hands, Ivonne Azurdia's grotesque, funny crime drama now in its world premiere by the Mad Cat Theatre Company, the answer is very, very far indeed. Following up on her splendid Tin Box Boomerang, a hit for Mad Cat last season,...
