It’s been a long time coming. Arboles Libres — Juan “Nacho” Londono (vocals, rhythm guitar), Eddie Moreno (lead guitar), Anthony Genovese (drums) — released a self-titled EP two years ago whose relentless energy, band-of-brothers musicianship, and high-flying jamming set the alt-rock trio apart in Miami’s indie music scene.
Junior Boys — the Canadian electropop duo of Matt Didemus and Jeremy Greenspan — are at the forefront of synth-soul electronica integration, masterfully mixing the high-end production of ’80s sophistipop with R&B rhythms and techno pulsations. In town for Winter Music Conference, Junior Boys will headline Vagabond Friday night with Entresol, Ultrademon, Zombelle, Krisp, and Mykki Blanco as supporting acts. We have a pair of tickets to give away to one lucky JB fan. To enter to win, sign up for our weekly e-blast and follow the simple instructions in the friendly “Welcome!” email. We will announce the winner, chosen at random, on the Beached Miami Facebook page on Friday morning.
To learn more about Ultrademon and Zombelle, check out the show listing in the Miami Music Guide. To RSVP for the show, visit the Facebook event page.
BAR is closing. Not a bar. BAR. You know, the downtown drinking establishment commonly referred to as “Formerly PS14″ with the continually-changing decor, the never-changing grime, the toilet from Trainspotting, and the surprisingly pleasant back patio.
According to the New Times, BAR’s landlords (also the owners of its next door neighbor, the Vagabond) want another tenant at N.E. 14th Street and have asked BAR owner Al Moran to vacate after the July 4 weekend. For his part, Moran says he intends to reopen BAR in another Miami location because “[t]his city needs it.”
Only a fool gets attached to a Miami hangout. Another one either goes under or undergoes a rechristening every week. Nonetheless, I will miss BAR in its absence. It hosted several memorable events we covered over the last nine months and served as the backdrop to some choice photographs. It has also graciously welcomed hundreds of stinking Critical Mass cyclists with cheap beer and barbecue since I’ve been doing the ride.
For these reasons and more, we toast BAR’s 14th Street tenancy and its eventual resurrection with a handful of photographs taken in and around the joint. Cheers. (More photos after the jump.)
“My doctor told me to never play guitar or tour again. I told him I’m not gonna die in a wheel chair with a fat belly. I’m gonna die by exploding on stage.” Shortly after saying that at the Vagabond Sunday night, undisputed King of Surf Rock Dick Dale did his 74-year-old best to self-combust via guitar noodling so loud and trebly it would make a banshee plug her ears with other banshees. Not content to shatter his own molecules, Dale, whose music many first encountered in the opening credits of Pulp Fiction, tried his darnedest to detonate the Vagabond and all the people within it. I caught some video of the show. The first clip is an instrumental from a movie that I can’t think of. (It’s killing me. Please help. From Dusk till Dawn?) [Update: See comment section.]
Here Dale scatters some sea salt on Muddy Water’s popular cover, “I Got My Mojo Working”. Check out the septuagenarian’s 17-year-old son on the drums.
Nothing ushers in Thanksgiving like donning shutter shades, a side pony, and E.G.s. At least that’s the Sweat Records tradition, and last night at Vagabond several hundred Miamians got in on the act. Here are the pics. (Just Imagine “Karma Chameleon” playing in the background.)