As of about an hour ago, Miami is now part of the growing Occupy Wall Street movement! Protesters gathered outside of the Torch of Friendship earlier, marched to Government Center, and came to the consensus that they’re setting up shop there indefinitely. Read about it on Miami New Times’ Riptide 2.0. Wow! What a day!
As you can see, we’ve been talking a lot about the Occupy movements here on THL. We brought our art dares to the planning meeting last week with Mike Balbone. John Spain gave us a rundown of what it’s like everyday on Wall Street and Farrah Farley protested in DC and told us what was going on there and in Austin.
We’ll be at the Occupy Miami demonstration in an hour at the Torch of Friendship in front of Bayfront Park with friends and family (that’s right, my mom’s going). It’s from 1 to 3 and afterward, I believe there’ll be planning meetings. Hope to see you there!
After you’ve told the man he can suck it, come discuss politics and dance away your worries of a failing economy at Flute Salad at Lester’s in Wynwood (2519 NW 2nd Avenue). Life is rough, 99% of us are broke, so we’re encouraging you to not only protest, but also to enjoy life. It’s me and Amanda Leah playing really fun music, and we start early, so come by after 8 p.m. Read about it here on Crossfade.
Less Concept, More Action is a project by Misael Soto and Liz Tracy which dares Miami artists to do things that make them uncomfortable, but in a friendly way.
We ran into artist Mike Balbone at the Occupy Miami planning meeting last Saturday where a very nonorganic dare idea popped up organically. While other organizers spoke for hours about protests, permits, porta potties, and sustainable cuisine we sent Mike on a particularly dangerous and tasteless dare, asking him to bring back food from the evil corporate poisoner McDonald’s and eat it at the meeting. He bravely agreed.
Can you briefly describe the work you make?
My work mostly deals with recycling and crafts and public memes and pop culture and love.
How do you feel about the Occupy Wall Street/Occupy Miami movement?
I support it, but sometimes a sad thing that can happen with such protests are the people think it’s a venue for their own personal diatribes instead of the actual group consensus of changing things with government, politics, and Wall Street.
Would you attend the demonstration next Saturday?
I think I’d have to stop showering for a week to be on par.
Yah, I totally would, I’m just kidding!
He’ll be there. But first, he ate McDonald’s.
So, the Bruise Cruise is almost back again! Well, not really. It’s about four months away, but it’s kinda pretty soon. It seems like only last week that I got myself all tore up at the Bruise Cruise pre-party at Grand Central. I have to say, it was probably the last time I had that much fun in public with my body.
The 2012 Bruise Cruise is taking place from Feb. 10 to 13. The lineup is looking good with Fucked Up, King Khan and the Shrines, The Soft Pack, The Dirtbombs, Thee Oh Sees, Quintron and Miss Pussycat, Neil Hamburger, and The Togas which is made up of Ty Segall, some of the Strange Boys, Reigning Sound and Shannon and the Clams. DJ Mr. Jonathan Toubin will be spinning, too.
Here are two wonderful links for the day.
Musical goddess Kate Bush’s new album 50 Words for Snow is coming out on November 21 and her single “Wild Man” hit the web. It’s dedicated to the mythical beast bigfoot, of course. Listen here.
Another artist that I wish were my pal Manu Chao held a concert in Arizona and kinda almost met with America’s douchiest sheriff. An article on the event begins: The stage was set for an impromptu public debate on Arizona’s immigrationpolicies when Sheriff Joe Arpaio stepped out for a sandwich Tuesday afternoon, Sept. 20, and found a press conference assembled just outside his office to call attention to Manu Chao’s appearance at Festival de Resistencia.
Read the full story here
In 1998, my then roommate and I drove up to Gainesville for Gator Growl. My experience was non-traditional in that I spent time with people more interested in snorting K to a drum and bass soundtrack than to football. It was on that trip that I met a dude who I ended up dating for a bit long distance. I’d go up there, he’d come down to Miami. We had shared musical tastes, and it was in his car that I first heard Black Star. It was a cassette that was passed on to me, and which I cherished endlessly thereafter.
I get attached to albums. Like I fall in love with them as if they were people. They are imperfect. They have their lesser songs, but they’re always tolerable, and the good songs, they’re the best. In no way do I think that because I love an album, it is great, but Black Star is, objectively, actually a near perfect album. So, when I heard that Rock the Bells were bringing Mos Def and Talib Kweli to Miami together as Black Star, I kind of lost my shit. Then I got even more excited to hang out in a group of people my own age.
All video and photos by Venessa Monokian.
I missed the big surprise at Meatball’s opening this Saturday. I knew there was going to be one, but I was at Lester’s playing music, waiting for people to come over after it was all revealed. Saturday night was artist Rob “Meatball” Lorie’s first solo show, titled after one of the classic Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ songs “Into the Great Wide Open.”
Rob and Justin Long not only share space at the Little River Yacht Club where the show took place, but they also share sensibilities. With Funner Projects, they’re always making something insane, complex, and mechanical that will catch you off guard or let you have fun for once, you sad sacks. Their art is usually interactive or in your face. A few years ago with their show The Youth Fair, Bro, Rob and Justin made a bike powered Gravitron. Point is, when they announced Rob would be doing a show with landscape paintings, a guy who hasn’t painted in ten years, it was pretty clear that wasn’t all there was to it.
Not sure if you guys made it out last month for Flute Salad, Amanda Leah and my dance party at Lester’s? Anyway, it was genuinely fun. Like a really good time. We played some Tears for Fears, 2 Live Crew, Snoop, King Khan and the Shrines, and you danced. Oh, you danced!
This Saturday we will have more of the same kind of good times at Lester’s at 2519 NW 2 Ave. Hopefully, we’ll also have a repeat of our brilliant drawings of phallic flutes!!! Come by after you enjoy Meatball’s solo show at the Little River Yacht Club!
Here are a few subpar photos from last month. Come and be merry!
Rob “Meatball” Lorie is a growing legend around these parts. With a website dedicated to sightings of him – I Heart Meatballz – and an upcoming solo show The Great Wide Open, the world is his oyster, or maybe, he is our Meatball.
I went down to Little River Yacht Club yesterday where the show will take place. I made Rob nuts with a handwritten note interview. This workshop/gallery space is where Mr. Lorie has a studio, and thus is a portal into this world from a magical artistic dimension in Meatball’s mind. I asked artist and man-in-charge over at the LRYC Larry Newberry if he’d tell me one word he would use to describe Rob. He said, “Other than Meatball?”
Before you head over to Flute Salad at Lester’s on Saturday, September 24, read this interview and check out Meatball’s show named after the popular Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers song at 70 NW 73rd St.
Miami music duo ANR’s newest video “It’s Around You” made its web debut today on Rolling Stone. You read right, Rolling fucking Stone. The video, directed by artist Jillian Mayer and Borscht Film Festival’s Lucas Leyva, offers frantic, haunting, funny, and captivating imagery. Most importantly, my ass and belly make appearances alongside a bunch of other lovely Miami ladies doing things like dancing and swimming. I was a little “tipsy” when it was filmed since it was on my birthday, and laughed the whole time because I love being dragged around by my ankles on a makeshift slip and slide (note to the men out there). The “It’s Around You” video has a sense of humor (keep your eyes peeled for the toenails) and a sexy, childlike irreverence. Enjoy it, people!
LA-based, Miami-raised singer and songwriter Alina Hevia doesn’t just play music for people sipping coffee or beer at bars. A huge part of her audience is very short and enthusiastic, oftentimes dirty, sometimes loud. They are children. Her band The Luvnauts perform Americana music with traditional bluegrass and folk structures for both the super young and grownups.
Alina and I have been friends since middle school where we spent many nights at her house being dramatic like preteens tend to be. She has a beautiful voice and is in town, performing tomorrow. So we sat down and talked a bit about the darkness of childhood, the coddling of kids, and of course happy music!
Hillary George, one of her bandmates will be present for her show tomorrow at Books and Books in Coral Gables (265 Aragon Avenue). There’s a kids show at 10 a.m. and an “adult show” at 8 p.m.
You’ve been singing since you were young, what do you hope to come from the music you make?
I’m doing kids music as well as grown-up stuff. I taught for eight years so it’s really borne out of that. There’s only so many times you can play godawful children’s CDs before you want to make your own. I just really wanted to make music in the classroom that didn’t make me want to jump out the window.
There’s some good children’s music like Dan Zanes.
I like him. There’s actually Lisa Loeb. Hers is really fun. It’s super low key, like you’re not gonna throw a party to it, but it’s pretty and it’s not grating.
So, of course, I’ll be bringing my body up to the Design District today for Fashion’s Night Out, the international mercantile, capitalistic fuckfest for the rich and a free drink party for the poor. Last night, chatting with Soul of Miami, I was reminded that the best parties will be at Bal Harbour, so if you live up there, crash ‘em.
Even though the age of the supermodel has long passed, I decided to throw a few videos with those old hoes together for nostalgia’s sake and for other peoples’ pervy masturbation purposes. Man, ’90s fashions were generally ugly, but the ladies and dudes looked good. OK. Enough. Here it goes.
Let’s start at the top. George Michael with “Freedom” really grasped the frustration and fun of this strange decade. The thing is, though there was financial freedom, fashion-wise, things were a little “mature.” My best friend bought me Chanel earrings and a Burberry bag, which were awesome and adorable and endure as staples, but we were like 21. Only in the ’90s. Seriously.
Lisa Slominski at Dimensions Variable
Kick off your artsy weekend on Thursday for Fashion’s Night Out. Hit up the Design District for free booze, expensive clothing, some art, and dirty looks. Last year, I rode my bike out there, and no one thought I fit in, probably because I looked homeless. Either way, it’s a good way to get in that mindset of going out and enjoying the city, because the season has begun, and everything will suddenly become art. Here’s a little list to get you focused for the upcoming insanity. Oh, and don’t forget to visit these shows.
Hard Poems in Space is opening as is a vintage popup market at Nektar De Stagni Shop (155 ne 38 St). Make sure to read about it here and stop by at 7 p.m.
Metropolis, a solo show by Yuri Tuma opens at at Butter Gallery. This will be his third at the space – 2301 NW 2 Ave.
Lester’s is going to have LoNomada mobile art boutique, Triian Jewelry, Richard Hoglund with Bic Pen Tattoos, and Real Sorbet at 2519 NW 2 Ave.
Snitzer has an opening Sunny Suits’ Regular Lovers with a flyer that features boobs.
From 7:30 to 10 p.m. at 2247 NW 1 Place .
The de la Cruz Collection is honoring MOCA’s 15 year anniversary by screening MOCA’s Optic Nerve finalists. The environment where the screening will take place is designed by artist, curator, and THL friend Carlos Rigau.
Here’s “Shelby Apples” from Pocket of Lollipops’ Living Room Session Series.
Enjoy and jam out, bros!
Expect some of this with Cheryl Pope live tonight at the old Spinello Space thanks to the Dorsch Gallery.
We all agree art walks in Miami are nuts, so some smart gallerists with quality art that you and I want to see are opening their doors on days other than the second Saturdays of each month. For those in need of culture before the madness, here are some very worthy openings and events to tide you over.
Diet Gallery (174 NW 23 Street) is having an opening of Behind the curtain, a lock of hair falling today from 7 to 10 p.m. The show’s title is taken from a line in a Matthew Abess poem, thus it’s fitting that there’s a reading by the writer at 7. Works in this show are by Joshua Abelow, Sarah Conaway, Talia Chetrit, Debo Eilers, Nicolas Lobo, Martin Oppel, and George Woodman.
The Dorsch Gallery is hosting a live performance by Cheryl Pope called Stacks at the old Spinello space (155 NE 38 Street) at 8 p.m. This is in conjunction with Matter of Fact, her opening at Dorsch Gallery, which is taking place the following day.
P. Scott Cunningham and Timothy Stanley are doing something literary, performative, and a little wacky called Gene Hackman. I had to ask, why use the seasoned actor’s name for a somewhat confounding writing project? Apparently, there are many reasons, but one is that Scott has just always like the sound of it.
These two friends created an different sort of writer’s residency at the Bas Fisher Invitational. It involves them sitting at desks, facing each other, day after day, spending endless hours writing. Between August 25 and September 30, workdays and some Saturdays, you can find them there, typing away. At 5 p.m., in identical ensembles, they stand before anyone else interested and read what they’ve penned out loud. Their work is then critiqued or mocked by the other writer in the cruelest manner possible. The full rules are here.
I ran into these two guys earlier in the day yesterday at Lester’s and my friend said he was going by later to hear them read, so I thought, why the hell not. Due to interviews and work stuff I didn’t arrive till the end of Scott’s second poem, but I got the idea. I kind of thought the last one he read was funny, but Scott looked very serious as he read the words, I think they were, “I text you, you text me, I text you, you text me” over and over again.