We hear at the New Times camp are die fans of all things old school. So as I came across this stellar footage of Teddy P doing his thing (while still walking I might add) from 1979, it seemed appropriate to share it with the blogosphere.
He's undeniably looking good and as he belts out this jam, it's hard not to sing along.
Enjoy.
While we’re on the subject of old dance jams, here’s another classic: “Security” by the Beat Club, which dropped around ’87 or ’88. This classic record had both that tinkle-tinkle that linked it both to freestyle and electro in these parts and the emerging early rave sound in England – which gave it massive legs, even cracking the Top 75 singles chart in the U.K.
Besides those amazingly creepy percolating bass and synth lines, what’s even more awesome is that Beat Club hail from Miami, made up mostly of the husband-wife team of Ony Rodriguez and Mirey Valls. They later formed their own label, Electrobeat , and still release music. The latest: a Beat Club full-length album, Minimalista, officially released this past January and available for download (for just $6.99!) on the web site.
The first, oh, decade’s history of the Beat Club is summed up in this 1995 article from Miami New Times. The band’s Wikipedia page also claims that this year should see a promotional tour by the group, but there’s not exactly a wealth of information on the Electrobeat site, and the label’s Myspace page seems to have been deleted.… Well, let’s hope they pop out of the woodwork again. -- Arielle Castillo
Instead of just posting an old song, this time around, Throwback Tuesdays brings you a bunch of video goodness of some Miami legends who represented a these-days-often-forgotten element of hip-hop: B-boying! (No b-girls in these videos, oh well – if anyone out there knows of some web videos of breakdancing Miami females, please pass them along and I will post).
The footage in this clip dates from about 10 years or so ago and features the Street Masters Crew, who are still active – check their sort-of-official-looking Myspace page here.
The moves are great, but the throwback jams in the background are pretty excellent as well. I especially love at the beginning how the voice-over yells: “We’re taking it back to the Hot Wheels days!” That first jam in the background is “Cheap Thrills” by Planet Patrol, released in 1983 but living on at that skating rink forever! I can taste the rectangular pizza and roller-skate-decorated sheet birthday cake now.
Don't know what the second song is -- someone help?
Third, of course, is “Clear” by CYBOTRON (i.e. the amazing Juan Atkins!) from around 1983… (And of course familiar to anyone who’s played Grand Theft Auto, Vice City).
Whoever made this video originally (it’s so hard to tell on YouTube!) thanks for the trips down memory lane, on several levels. – Arielle Castillo
In case you missed the news in the world of Myspace and blogs, Dead Prez is popping up kinda randomly for a show tonight -- a pretty good coup for a weekly party in Hollywood, known as Mellow Mondays. It's a soul-poetry-funk-conscious sort of thang, and followers of that scene will recognize tonight's host, Asia, a hometown boy who's also been featured on HBO's Def Poetry.
Jonathan Cunningham recently chatted with M1, half (along with stic.man) of the politically outspoken duo, and -- surprise! -- he's not an Obama fan. Well, he may just have to swallow it, the way things are looking. Anyways, read that interview here.
Dead Prez are no strangers to Mellow Mondays, but the last time they performed at the party was in January of 2005. However, the group's official output has been kind of scattered lately -- their last album together as Dead Prez was 2004's Revolutionary But Gangsta. Since then, they've been focusing on solo work (stic.man's Manhood came out this past November), mix tapes, and collabo-type stuff. But, a new Dead Prez full-length is supposedly due November of this year, so maybe they'll have some new material to air out tonight.
Visit the Mellow Mondays Myspace page for full details.
In the meantime, enjoy this clip of Asia on HBO, in which he performs a piece called "The Waiting Hour." -- Arielle Castillo
In case you missed this on Deco Drive or Idolator, things went haywire on the set of Rick Ross' recent video shoot for his upcoming single, "Here I Am," featuring Nelly. A tiger hired to add some menace or flair or whatever to the set apparently wasn't a fan of the boss, and bit his trainer in protest. Wild animals, especially big cats, aren't props -- and karma is a bitch. Here's the news clip from Deco Drive. -- Arielle Castillo
This was no interview, it was my dream date.
The Diamond Princess sparkled like my logo right there.
Read the whole story here, and listen to a few minutes of Miami royalty here below.
There's absolutely no reason for Mindless Self Indulgence to be around in 2008. For starters, their aggressive, quasi-industrial sound – on paper, at least – is long past its sell-by date. Furthermore, they've been up and down the indie-major-indie label rollercoaster and should now be experiencing their inevitable decline into footnote-hood. Yet, here we are, more than a decade after the New York band started getting attention, and they're still "a band to watch" according to most metal 'zines. Why? Well, a cynical person would ascribe it to the fact that MSI's profile has been boosted by the fact that, last year, their bassist married the singer in My Chemical Romance. Anyone with half a brain, however, would recognize that the group has amassed a serious (and seriously intense) fanbase that flocks to see MSI's propulsive, overwhelming live shows. And with every one of those shows, the fanbase just keeps getting bigger. The band has completely captured the affections of British and European audiences, and with the release of their new album If – and, of course, its accompanying tour – MSI is quite likely to continue being the new band from the '90s that all the black-clad kids are telling their classmates about. -- Jason Ferguson
Mindless Self Indulgence plays with Combichrist and the Birthday Massacre at Revolution tonight, May 8, at 7: 30 p.m. Tickets were $19 in advance $24 at the door. For more info, call 954 727-0950 or visit www.jointherevolution.net.
That's the question British police are asking her and according to this storyfrom MTV, as of today she's being detained for the second time in as many weeks by authorities.
This time, it's over a video that's been circulating the blogosphere for several months that clearly shows Winehouse smoking crack.
If you want a link to the video, go here.
Now she's back in a police station as I type dealing with questions surrounding the video tape. With a good attorney (which she clearly has) she should beat this rap. Hell, she just beat an assault charge last week for slapping someone (although when a woman slaps a man in a public place, there's usually a good reason for it and any prosecutor that wants to take it to trial needs a life), but this video is definitely damaging. It's her. And she looks high enough to eat a comet. I'm sure more news on this will break as the day continues, but as for now, Amy Winehouse and her local police precinct are getting reacquainted.
--Jonathan Cunningham
Eric Clapton and Robert Randolph
Hard Rock Live
Monday, May 5, 2008
Better Than: Watching TV pundits continue to treat Hillary Clinton’s campaign seriously.
Is Eric Clapton God or just a higher power some choose to call God?
Unfortunately, the decades-long debate over Clapton’s exact theological disposition wasn’t solved at Hard Rock Live where he performed a fine set that vacillated between the divinely inspired and, occasionally, the divine itself.
When you see Clapton, you expect big doin’s, especially if you shell out 100 to 400 bucks, the going rate. Luckily, Robert Randolph and the Family Band opened the show with their ebullient brand of gospel/funk/rock/blues/whatchamacallit music. Randolph, who learned to sing and play pedal steel guitar in the Pentecostal church, came out hard with a feedback-saturated one-chord stomp -- appropriately called “Good Time” -- that was equal parts Hendrix, Sly Stone, and the late blues master R.L. Burnside. Then Randolph switched to a Stratocaster for a cool number featuring his younger sister’s big gospel voice; oddly enough, the song mixed in the airy guitar tones and mellow feel of a Grateful Dead tune. Intent on covering a wide musical spectrum, Randolph slipped in a nice version of the gospel-blues “You Gotta Move” and a forgettable version of Hendrix’s “Voodoo Chile.” (Nobody should play “Voodoo Chile” but Hendrix. Ever.)
RADIOHEAD
CRUZAN AMPHITHEATRE
MONDAY, MAY 5, 2008
Better than: Singing about the techno-apocalypse by yourself in your room.
Thom Yorke wears a white linen jacket, Jonny Greenwood’s mop of hair dangles in front of his stooped head like the curtain in front of the Wizard of Oz. Stalactites of light hang over the stage, and as they purposefully stride forward you realize Radiohead is just a handful of small, scrawny, pasty Englishmen. But the realization fades quickly, with the lights, as the band eases into a set of two dozen songs, most of them from In Rainbows, beginning with the Eno-ish “All I Need.”
For the dedicated, keep reading for the play-by-play / set list; for those who want your news up front, Radiohead kicked ass kicking off its world tour in West Palm Beach last night. All I can really say is, do you listen to Radiohead, people?
I won't give much credit to the guy holding the video camera.
As a head's up, whoever captured this footage is moving around so much that you might get a headache.
But hang in there
If you're into the spectacle of 50 touring Africa...then watch the whole thing.
It's really Africa...Angola to be exact. It's really 50 Cent. And the crowd really is eating it all up. Go 50.
For the sweet spot: At 1:39 a guy with balls of steel jumps on stage and snatches 50's chain from around his neck. Go Fan. He takes off running (for his life), and a stunned 50 Cent, with a rep to maintain, goes after him like a real G. It's mayhem from then on...but when an American rapper shows up in Africa with (most likely) conflict diamonds around his neck and wrist...this is exactly what should happen.
--Frank Talk
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN AND THE E STREET BAND
BANK ATLANTIC CENTER
FRIDAY, MAY 2, 2008
Better than: Watching Steven Van Zandt on reruns of "The Sopranos."
The lines between rock ‘n’ roll show and revival meeting were effectively blurred beyond distinction Friday night as Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band ended the current leg of their U.S. trek with an exhilarating, high-energy, two hour, 45-minute blow-out that drew from every chapter of the Boss’ storied 35-year career. It was the kind of concert that offered just cause as to why Springsteen’s fans are among the most zealous of devotees -- those whose fervor can run the gamut from Deadhead-like dedication to that of wide-eyed faithful who see the image of the Virgin Mary in half-eaten grilled cheese sandwiches. And while there’s something scary about buying into the cult of personality, a Springsteen show does go a long way towards making even a reticent skeptic suddenly see the light.
Indeed, Springsteen stalks the stage with an agile grace that’s part big-time rock star, part cheerleader and part Pentecostal preacher, exhorting the faithful to up the ante on enthusiasm (not that it was needed!) while reassuring them that the dreams and idealism of adolescence need not be ceded to aging, encroaching responsibilities and the dire effects of political cynicism. Midway through the show, Springsteen got on his political pulpit, editorializing about the need for change after eight years of the nation being led astray, but all in all, any blatant proselytizing was unnecessary. The best songs of the night – the rallying anthemic opener “The Promised Land,” the populist clarion call “Out In The Street,” a particularly poignant “Growin’ Up,” a riveting version of “The Rising” and a celebratory “Mary’s Place” – all spoke poignantly and profoundly about the need to somehow cling to earlier optimism while peering through the dark clouds of current circumstance.
B.B. King and Joe Bonamassa at the BankAtlantic Center
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Better Than: When you ask your baby for water and she brings you gasoline.
At 82, the good news is that B.B. King can still play and sing with aplomb. The bad news is that he’d rather talk.
At least that’s what happened Saturday when the King of the Blues and his swingin’ eight piece band came to the BankAtlantic center.
For Saturday’s performance, BankAtlantic’s hockey rink was cut in half by a large black curtain so as to create the smaller, more intimate setting the venue bills as “The Sinatra Theatre”. It’s the same place-- just half the size with better acoustics.
Thirty year old “Smokin’” Joe Bonamassa, a notable up-and-coming guitar slinger, opened the show with a 45-minute set comprised of blues and blues-rock originals. Bonamassa, who plays largely in the now-ubiquitous Stevie Ray Vaughan hard blues-rock style and sings a little bit like Bad Company’s Paul Rodgers, found his footing in the early '90s when he recorded some good tunes in a band called Bloodline comprised with the sons of Miles Davis, Robbie Krieger (the Doors), and Berry Oakley (Allman Brothers). Bonamassa’s electric material was good, although not terribly memorable. With his final song though, Bonamassa shed his four piece band and went solo acoustic for an exciting number called “Woke Up Dreaming,” a show-off piece which displayed his guitar-picking prowess.
Then, promptly at 9, B.B.’s band took the stage. With old time showmanship, the four horns, rhythm guitarist, electric bass player, drummer, and keyboard player warmed up the crowd for two numbers before announcing His Highness. For a man of his girth and age, B.B. strolled coolly onstage. The crowd gave him a warm standing-O before he plopped into the chair where he remained for the next two hours.
The video with Latarian Milton, the 7-year-old badass/hood rat enthusiasts that stole his mother's SUV in Palm Beach Gardens is definitely making the rounds of the blogosphere right now.
So there's no surprise that a remix of the footage has surfaced on YouTube set to music.
Initially, that sounds cool and there's definitely some hilarious viral remixes like
Bubb Rubb "Whistle Tip" remix or the Leprechaun "Gimme Da Gold" remix that are just as fun as the originals.
But whoever posted this shit below gets the gas face. It's the laziest, sorriest, and weakest excuse for a YouTube remix that I've ever seen.
I know somebody can make a better reworking of Latarian's stellar quotes than this.
Here's the original in case you haven't seen it.
We've just received official word from Dave Slifkin, Studio A's general manager. The long-term future of the club still remains unclear. But all currently booked shows will still take place there, with the exception of the all-ages May 22 Sophomore Attempt/Mercy Mercedes/Settings show.
Says Slifkin: "Studio A will 100% be operating and honor all shows that have been booked and advertised. Please, do not despair."
So yes, The Casualties gig slated for this coming Monday is still on, Uh Huh Her is still on, Yo Majesty is still on, Ladytron/Datarock is still on. The final confirmed booking is Joshua James, on June 25. You can check out the full remaining roster at www.studioamiami.com.
Fingers crossed as to what happens after that; sometimes miracles do come true. Stay tuned for updates. -- Arielle Castillo
