Friday March 7, 2008
Filmz weekend
- The Miami Underground Film Festival. I’m going to try to catch some of this, but unfortunately though two of the locations are on the beach, most of the actual movies are being shown at a gallery somewhere in the S.W. Maybe the second program of shorts.
- And of course the non-underground film festival, of which there appears to be a blog at miami.com.
- If you went to Langerado you’re not reading this. But give me a break: R.E.M.? The Beastie Boys? Boy oh boy, I can’t wait to hear how “awesome” it was.
- Yeah, yeah — Spamalot. Jesus Christ, get over it already with the “British Humour.”
- Tropical Baroque music festival
- WTF?: nothing on the calendar at Churchill’s?
- Tonight: Musical Exchange at New World symphony. Free small-scale and informal performances which are always very good. (The website is giving me a hassle about “needing a ticket” and then trying to get me to pay a $5 fee, but show up a little early and you should have no trouble getting in.)
- Get your 80s R&B on: Keith Sweat, Bell Biv DeVoe, and Tony! Toni! Toné!, at the James L Knight Center.
- Bike film festival at the Wallflower. Perhaps more video of Critical Mass cyclists getting drunk and stoned and running down innocent pedestrians for kicks?
- Carnaval on the Mile. I will not link their obnoxious flash site, but Nil Lara (.blogspot.com!) performs tonight at 10ish.
- Saturday: 10 am kicks off Miami Light Project’s Here and Now dance festival with a free ‘talkfest about the creative process.’ (The performance page has this also at noon on Sunday but I dunno.)
- Maria Con Azucar performs at Bayside from 2 to 6 pm! (Haha: I’m just kidding, they always have random salsa bands at Bayside. They are lots of fun after a few overpriced and underpowered frozen margaritas, though.)
- For your Saturday gallery walk, the skies will open, the rain will stop, the temperature will drop to a refreshing 62° — a thing of beauty it will be. No I will not do a comprehensive listing, but I will nudge you to not miss the following: Synesthetics at Locust, María José Arjona at Gallery Diet, Wendy Wischer at Castillo, a whole bunch of stuff at Dorsch, and Jean-Michel Othoniel at Perrotin.
- For the sophisticated among ye, Hopkinson Smith performs a lute recital at the Biltmore, part of the Tropical Baroque Music Festival IX.
- Blue people at the American Airlines Arena.
- Sunday: I’m cutting Sunday loose, but don’t forget to set your clocks forward.
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I’m so with you on Spamalot.
Went to Spamalot on Wednesday night, my friends said “Its Hilarious”, I barely chuckled. I am still a Python Fan, but not on stage! I don’t get the hype.
if anybody is really really bored on a saturday morning: open-house practice sessions of the florida panthers and the atlanta thrashers at the bank-atlantic center in sunrise, starting at 10.30am.
Yeah, enough with “the British humour.” Who needs that hackneyed old crap anyway? And god only knows we should shit-can that “Italian cuisine” crap already. And the ancient washed out “French wine.” Ugh. Dump “German precision,” too. What do any of these dried out old white people know about what’s important or valuable in life?
Langerado was, and still is a waste of time, unless you need some patchouli and a filthy dreadlock encrusted twirl in the weedy red ant infested everglades. I was there, I took my family and my son was scared of all stoner drunks. Oh, but the beastie boys were awesome as were the Sierra Leon Refugee All Stars.
I must say I also enjoyed very much Antibalas, Of Montreal, Steel Train, Felice Brothers, The Bad Plus, Thievery Corporation, and yes, I admit, Ani DiFranco. Fire ants, bitter cold on Saturday night, nasty port-a-potties, stoned/drunk white hippie throngs, not so much. Sad I missed Sierra Leone Refugee All-Stars, the Meters, the Roots, and a bunch of others.
We should shit can the Italian cuisine, at least the one practiced by a million restaurants in Lincoln Road and the Gables. And “German precision” too, now that they are making cars with the reliability of MGs and Fiats. But Spamalot/Monty Phyton tired jokes don’t get better with age like French wines.