Monday, December 15, 2014

Nina Belief: So Unfamiliar

You can find Nina Belief's Facebook page here.

I came to this show with no prior knowledge of Nina Belief's music or career. I had however been meaning to visit Monotone - a second-Saturdays party featuring minimal electronic music - and her performance seemed like it could be interesting, all the more reason to go. The venue was in the bar lounge behind Moonchine Bistro on Biscayne Boulevard; a small dark dance floor that glowed red like the underbelly of a steampunk city. I met her an hour or so before she went on. She was wearing the largest shoulder pads I had ever seen outside of high fashion, and her black hair was tied up tight into a "sculpture-roll" do. She was very pleasant and friendly, with an intense gaze, as I soon found was a part of her that also played into her midnight performance. The tight-packed crowd of no more than 80 people, impressed, said things like, "She's really into the music" and "She's so good, she's programming all that live, nothing was pre-recorded!" About eight or nine songs were played, and Nina Belief efficiently and quickly transitioned between them, taking us through passages of analog keys, resounding bass, rapid snare rhythms, electronic howls, fragile high registers and other sounds that, as I watched her turn knobs and press buttons, amazed me with the way they fell into place as music. The way she compiled them into layers was mesmerizing to watch and listen to. As her calculated movements were driven by the music, she belted out lyrics that seemed more pensive and despondent than probably caught by most people present. At the end of her set, I purchased her second LP Shivers, from which she told me afterward she played three songs. Her final song, a slow throbbing composition, was the first track on the album, titled Little Disasters. I look forward to listening to more of Nina Belief, and to see her again performing in Miami. You can read her interview with Soir Zine in Print Issue 3 coming at the start of 2015.
We tried to get the best photos we could, but her music was so captivating we had to sway our bodies at least. Photo credit to my friend Ian Duffy.





See some snapshots of previous Monotone events at http://www.oninstagram.com/profile/monotone_miami.
Nina is on this record label: http://www.no-emb-blanc.com/.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Die Alone EP: Waiting for Nightfall

"Songwriter + musician specializing in nu-gaze gloom-pop." You can find her on Facebook at https://m.facebook.com/jennieveemusic.

From Toronto/NYC based project The Vicious Guns, Jennie Vicious - now Jennie Vee - has now come out and released her solo Die Alone EP earlier in October. It embodies a new refreshing spirit, and a somewhat different sound. Love's Sweet Exile, TVG's only LP, has a more electronic bend, involves more instruments, Jennie's vocals are more throaty in lower registers, but the same warm sweet spirit and full guitar sound of hers carry over to Die Alone. Within five rapid, concise pop songs drenched in shoegaze and post-punk influence, she gently plays with ideas of black and white, light and dark, brokenness and inner peace. Layers of rapid guitars radiate like the residue heat found in a West Coast sunset, and layers of singsong, languid melodies echo through the ether. Her lyrics hold remnants of all kinds of heart ache, bittersweet and nostalgic at the same time.

1. Die Alone: Energetic guitars roll out as percussion glides on the sound waves of the bass. This song thinks about the singular state of man's heart, "You live alone, you die alone..." before coming to a slurring stop.

2. Wicked: A song of unrequited love and warning, where angelic voices breathe on guitars laced with the kind of energy one would call "running on steam". "There's no rest for the wicked, no sleep for the blessed..."

3. Red Flags: A slower ballad with more frank, heart-on-sleeve lyrics. "All my life I've been struggling to pay attention to the small things and big decisions..."

4. Say Goodbye: A heartfelt song with a dainty rhythm, that captures the point at which one decides to finally work on getting over someone they love. Repeating to herself the title of the song, in order not to divert from her realization. "I'll cry until I'm satisfied..."

5. Gone Away: A sister song to Say Goodbye, with a darker-colored tonality. "I would lay down sprawled out naked in front of you..."

A chapter of Jennie's own life is setting like the sun, evident from this debut, as she waits for night to fall, to eventually bring a new day and new opportunity to heal and be better.

You can purchase the EP for $4 at jennievee.bandcamp.com.

Nightcrawler: Far from Terrible

Photo credit: http://www.rottentomatoes.com/mobile/m/nightcrawler/

Dan Gilroy's Nightcrawler (2014) is at its heart a study of a peculiar contemporary character who turns off viewers by his perceived lack of empathy and humanity. If you've heard others say "it sucks" or if you believe so yourself, consider the nature of the film and its intent. All throughout, the viewer has a one-faceted view of Louis Bloom: his business side. We may see glimpses of him in his home, but every action that is documented has to do with his pursuit of a  job, career goals, or thought processes behind his steps of development as an employee and owner of Video Production News. Otherwise, information about the character is ambiguous or not presented. He has no family, friends, other hobbies we know of. I left the theater wondering why such a man would be driven to do that kind of work, and what predisposed him to lack such humanity that his boss and partner noticed. It is evident that the film purposely left details such as these vague. One could interpret the film as a commentary on our society's dilemma wherein we have narrowed a person's identity to their career, their character to their work ethic. Other themes such as voyeurism, personal boundaries, anti-social behavior, tainted reality through a camera eye, greed, ethics, and the internal corruption of news media are explored, however the heavy focus on the worker aspect of Bloom's character - in fact being the only thing displayed - supports my identity hypothesis.


Photo credit: http://blogs.indiewire.com/theplaylist/tiff-review-dan-gilroys-nightcrawler-starring-jake-gyllenhaal-rene-russo-20140906

The movie chronicles an intimate, up-close progression of a character who does not understand personal boundaries of other people. Louis Bloom, performed quite well by Jake Gyllenhaal, is a socially inept, intelligent, persistent man who is a natural at fawning naïvete. From a thief to a neophyte crime "photographer" to an expanding news gathering company, Lou talks to every person he encounters as if they are a co-worker or business partner. His interactions grow more cold and awkward as his greed for recognition and "success" is more visible. (I think the movie also asks us to think about what we define success as, in careers and in our lives on a grander scale.) Other praiseworthy acting performances are Rene Russo as Bloom's unofficial gore-whore boss, and Riz Ahmed as his insecure but eager assistant.


"...On TV it looks so real..." Photo credit: http://www.craveonline.com/film/reviews/755577-tiff-2014-review-nightcrawler

I especially found the score and cinematography interesting, different from the usual crime/drama thriller. Cinematography was directed by Robert Elswit. Shots were characterized by wide angle lenses, standstill views, beautiful landscapes at twilight and dawn, and almost centered portrait and full-body shots; all in all, almost artistic. Art direction was given by Naaman Marshall, and original music was I by James Newton Howard. The score on one hand was sunny and optimistic, pleasantly juxtaposing the setting of the story at night, and contrasting the gritty subject of L.A. crime. At other times it was minimal and conducive to building suspense. The film built suspense wonderfully, with lingering shots of characters with gears turning in their heads, and voyeuristic, life-viewing through camera-viewing a camera-viewing life angles. The cop car chase at the climax was especially suspenseful, considering a good portion of the film itself wasn't necessarily suspenseful in comparison.


Photo credit: http://youtu.be/nC95NXEQruQ

In conclusion, the ambiguity and open-ended nature of the plot allowed Nightcrawler to be structured by a character rather than the story, and definitely does not detract from its quality as a piece of cinema or entertainment.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Quarter Horses: Morning In Antiquity


"Quarter Horses is a self-described “gospel noir” group based in Miami, FL." You can find them at https://www.facebook.com/quarterhorsesmia.



This past Saturday the 22nd, local band Quarter Horses brought a taste of self-labeled “gospel noir” to Miami Book Fair International, performing a morning show in a portable auditorium on NE 2nd Avenue called The Swamp. The group was founded in 2012 by percussionist Emile Milgrim and consists as well of Novy Græy for lead vocals and guitar, and Jonathan Trigoura on bass guitar and keyboard. The group performed two covers, six songs from their first LP in the works Leitmotifs, and one song from their upcoming EP Sub Rosa Victoria.


Spruced up in dapper black vests, grey and blue dress shirts, with matching arm bands, the three humbly and eagerly began the performance with their rendition of “Nothing But the Blood of Jesus.” After realizing both of his guitars were on, Græy asked the crowd if he could restart the song, to which everyone responded happily. They then introduced us to swirling feedback, minimal ritualistic chimes of the tambourine, and incantational vocals, before diving into rhythmic grungy bass lines and blues-guitar sounds. Several songs such as The Näcken and The Love of Souls were composed of variegated drum parts and interesting time measure changes, steadily and effortlessly executed by Milgrim. Trigoura’s supporting vocals complemented Græy's voice quite nicely, who himself possesses a sonic continuum, from a Gregorian bellow full of stamina to a pure, gliding ethereal falsetto that floated through the temperamental air of the book fair. Nimble on his feet, he danced upon the stage and spastically executed his piercing guitar licks, most notably in the song The Night-Mare. Near the end, their mysterious, sly cover of Tom Waits’ Way Down in the Hole had toddlers dancing and spinning at the foot of the stage and everyone else’s heads bobbing.



If you are familiar with Græy’s work with the art-music collective {in-boxes} - in which Milgrim and Trigoura also take part in - you will appreciate the spiritual basis of lyrical content and accompanying darker, somber tonalities of Quarter Horses’ music. They are an encouraging example of continuity and unity. For example, while Milgrim has the final say for the band’s sound and direction, she has welcomed Græy to write all lyrics and embed concepts close to his heart in the band’s music. This includes the idea behind Leitmotifs: nine Symbolist paintings of his choice were interpreted lyrically and sonically. The result is a unique look at topics such as the end of the age and Book of Revelation in The Haloes, salvation and temptation, relationships, and analogies taken from personal experiences in songs such as Beata Beatrix and Hope. The one song played from Sub Rosa Victoria, titled Amor Est Mihi Stimulus, explored an account of apostle Paul’s writings, in which he speaks of a thorn in his side, drawing parallels to Græy’s own application of the biblical narrative, as well as that of Adam in the garden of Eden before Eve was created, from the Book of Genesis. A song composed of soft and sweet melodies, aching vocals, all circling around a slow tempo, it honestly caused me to tear up, as I listened to the bittersweet situation in the lyrics unfold.

The crowd was attentive and supportive all throughout the set, the dynamic of the show being somewhat intimate anyway. Even when the power cut out on the entire building during the last song, with two minutes left for an outro, drummer's hands coming down, the audience gave robust applause. One of the audio engineers, Steven, was on stage twice sharing his gratitude and praise of Quarter Horses’ excited attitude and earnest heart. Overall the experience was excellent and down-to-earth, though I could have sat there for another hour and a half (!) listening to this gospel noir music of great quality and artistic thought. Please enjoy a snippet of the show and an interview after the show, found on YouTube.

Set list included:

Nothing But the Blood of Jesus
The Haloes
The Night-Mare
Beata Beatrix
The Näcken
The Love of Souls
Amor Est Mihi Stimulus
Way Down in the Hole (Tom Waits)

Hope




Photos taken by the author, please enjoy! (Apologies for the lack of a slideshow option...)

From left to right: Emile Milgrim, Jonathan Trigoura, Novy Græy, me
































 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

St. Vincent: OMNIPRESENT


Photo credit to Jared Howard.

The lovely, hypnotizing St. Vincent graced Miami, FL this past Monday October 7th, at the Fillmore Theater for the Digital Witness Tour. Annie Clark is a quirky woman who is absolutely in love with music and performance, as she couldn't hold back her grin all throughout her guitar solos during the show. Her music is a mesmerizing mix of delicious noise, pop structure, strange wonderings about the world, put-together characters who have gone mad underneath, and facades. Her newest eponymous LP takes her persona and craft to a new level. Clark's presence on St Vincent is confident, elevated, amplified, yet a little distanced, observing all thoughts and fears through a transcendental medium. Her voice reaches the ear as if she was truly a saint bathed in the light of a stage. The art direction on this album also reinforces the concept of spirituality and existentiality being affected by technology. Many regard Clark as a guitar prodigy of our generation, and while she may be very aware of her scope and ability, she presents this album with an acknowledging smirk. Sitting on a silicone throne in front of chicken wire with an authoritative gaze, she represents hollow glory, her bleached hair like a fuzzy halo. With this album she also makes commentary on the digital age we live in, regarding cyber-bullying, being connected-yet-alone through the internet, and seeking personal approval via social media. If we function in a virtual world, are we really living? is what Clark the perspicacious 'guitar goddess' tells us.

Accompanying Clark onstage were "architect-of-sound" Matt Johnson, a "tamer-of-the-grid" in place of Daniel Mintseris, and the faithful Toko Yasuda. Donning a silver bob, Clark began skittering and tiptoeing across the stage in little black boots. St. Vincent's stage presence is simple in appearance yet more elaborate than ever before. She has added choreography that can be described as isolated, robotic lurching, mixed with dainty touches, meant to be interpreted symbolically by the viewer. The set list (in loose order) opened with Rattlesnake, Digital Witness, while following these included: Cruel, Marrow, Every Tear Disappears, Surgeon, I Prefer Your Love, a batshit crazy performance of Krokodil, Cheerleader, Prince Johnny, Huey Newton, Regret, Birth in Reverse, Laughing with a Mouth Full of Blood, Actor Out of Work, Bring Me Your Loves, and ended with Your Lips Are Red. Between songs every so often, Clark recited personal anecdotes regarding a failed bedsheet hot air balloon, psychically paying for her purchase at a 7/11 after 11pm, superimposing celebrity faces on people in public when she forgot her glasses, and seeing children as tiny adults. Within these stories were themes of unfulfilled hope, poor assumptions of people we do not know, and her funny ways of looking at the world which were meant to correlate to the songs that followed. She humorously assumed that Miami folk share with her the fact that her favorite word is 'orgiastic'.

Songs that sound poppy on studio recordings now had an extra kick in person from her ratty abrasive guitar. Notable performances included I Prefer Your Love, Prince Johnny, and closer Your Lips Are Red. Elegantly composed on her steps, Clark's silky performance of I Prefer Your Love was heart-wrenchingly transparent. Empathic for her mother and seeking her approval, she bowed her head in somber sorrow at the end as she reached for the deep resonating notes of, "Little baby on your knees, 'cause the world has got you down..." Later, atop the pink pedestal, she sang a choir of pleas for a friend in Prince Johnny and at the end, fell from grace, tumbling down the steps in stop-motion lighting until she unfolded into an upside down crucifixion. Frightening red and sickly green lights interplayed for the first movement of Your Lips Are Red. During a guitar solo that felt like it lasted forever (in a good sense!), Clark attended to the entire length of the stage, letting the crowd touch her guitar and play its strings as she held chords. She then sprawled across the stage floor underneath chaotic blue lights playing, and after slowly rising, she eventually began to sing "Your skin so fair, it's not fair." As her guitar wailed til the end, I felt the loss and intangibility of everyone in the room, of Clark herself. This had to be the collective consciousness concept she talked about halfway through the set.

Photo credit to Jared Howard.

I teared up at least three times during this show, moved by her treatment of the songs, her skill, the thoughtfulness put into choreography and anecdotes, and the weight of the stories and ideas behind the songs which are sometimes overlooked on the album. If you watch performances of her new songs on various talk shows and venues, you will become able to identify her choreography and see how it lends to ideas of an empty, impersonal, mechanical society; or how her simple gestures can imply disturbing assumptions, such as when she drags her fingers across her throat. I was shellshocked after the show and I'm still trying to process all that happened. This is definitely an artist to respect, who creates magnificent, innovative and unsettling under-the-surface music.

A Lengthy Review for an Elaborate LP: An Apiary for a Swarm of One

"{in-boxes} is an art/music collective whose music is an eclectic fusion of minimal score-like songs & sound art with conceptual lyrics & soaring vocals." Find them at facebook.com/inboxes139.
There are few people in my life I've met that are intrinsically complex to the point where even their creations fully engage my mind and heart. I can say from knowing him personally, that the frontman of {in-boxes} Daniel Elijah Novem is one of these people, and his project's music is one of those creations. The music of {in-boxes} is known for the depth of its content, layers of abstract sounds, and the extent of thoughtfulness and passion put into its production. As with A LOVE Between Frequency & Time, Corner #1: An Apiary for a Swarm of One (The Honey-Be[e] S[t]ung Sessions) is amazingly more intricate than the listener may ever know.

Each song has a distinct flavor, yet are unified in several ways. The album collectively embodies the characteristic mix of digital and analog/organic sounds that {in-boxes} loves. All tracks are filled to the brim with themes of adoration, regret, longing, and sewn together with detailed, sensual memories. In fact, even this record and the previous are made cohesive by sharing parts of the same story. Part of what makes this story engaging and unforgettable is the fact that on top of beautiful, frank songwriting, the sounds that compose these songs say things that words cannot. After listening to the record multiple times, one realizes that there are no weak tracks on this record; each song is unique and part of the greater memoir. Structurally, the nine tracks on this album are cleaner and relatively more concise than those of A LOVE Between Frequency & Time. About half of the tracks, however, include a transitional musical interlude between each other. The elaborate ambient compositions that occupied the prior EP are still here! Thus, I hope that the following review of each track is a pleasure to read, as it was a pleasure for me to write.



1. Year of the Analogirl: A fitting opening track, it offers an introduction of the archetype character in Novem's story, a girl who has an uncanny ability to captivate, stimulate and manipulate. The song is a retrospective warning to himself, brooding and stylistically heavy compared to the rest of the album. Instruments begin on top of each other one by one to build suspense for the turn of the knob to a static- filled, energetic instrumental. It also possesses a catchy hook with hand clapping, and plenty of musical terminology and innuendos that hearken back to A LOVE Between Frequency & Time.

2. Siren in the Wishing Well: The story then transitions into a slow, mysterious, mystical tale. It sounds as if you are underwater, in an abyss, or a sewer or cave. You can be transported anywhere. This really is a sublime song with pristine and pure lyrics. Even the dripping sounds and clicks of falling coins present add to the narrative. The motif of the siren is here linked to 'pagan waves', beginning to describe the fundamental schism between the narrator and his love interest: one is a Christian, a man of faith and grace; while the siren is, frankly, a mystifying pagan. The narrator longs achingly for redemption, and maybe even to be broken by the siren's spell.

3. Wall-In My Heart: Aurally, this track is reminiscent of Spanish or French guitar ballads, the kind of music you listen to when lounging at an outdoor cafe in a foreign European town with cobblestone streets and overgrown vines. It tells of specific details of a love affair (which are heavily linked to the song “Jupiter”, keep in mind), locales and events that one holds in the heart long after, like a puzzle piece in the greater story. These emotional milestones have built up to become an inescapable wall over which our narrator cannot overcome, though he realizes up until now he has been seeing the relationship unrealistically. The song goes through pensive bumbling ballads and peaceful passages, then builds up toward the end with passionate use of percussion and trumpets, before all instruments cease to heed the narrator warning us from breaking this beloved wall, pleads us not to. (The fact that the term is actually "Wall-In" probably refers to a box, which brings us back to the project's name, etc...)

4. A Bob Dylan Kind of Girl: Personally my favorite track off the album (along with #7), though this is one of the slowest songs. (The fact that this is an ode to Bob Dylan doesn't affect my judgment at all.) A piano-based song, the melody is hauntingly beautiful, deliberate, ancient and visceral. It echoes through the caverns of a lonely desolate heart. Along with the metronome, a faint beat persists in the background and it personally reminds me of a locomotive train. The steady, soft use of voice in this song complements the instruments and mood well. Novem's voice creaks like an old door never opened, and releases like the cold breath of a ghost still in the room. The two biblical references may be familiar to listeners, and are effectively utilized as metaphors for elements of the love affair in question. As the son of man was never certain of where he would sleep at night, so the narrator was never secure in this girl's love for him. As Delilah stole strength from Samson for her own pleasure, so this girl seduced and stole emotional energy, and erased all traces of the narrator from her mind. The song lingers with gentle guitarwork and piano reminiscent of chords used by major pop and rock figures of the 60s era (Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bobby D, etc.).

5. A Song for Songs: You've got to love the Death Cab for Cutie reference and influence; Novem even sounds like Ben Gibbard as he sings on this track. Romantic and sophisticated, airy yet heavy, with dainty percussion throughout, this song recounts the experience of lovers swapping music together, an intimate bridge of trust. In this act, the dilemma which is the crux of the album's overarching story manifests. The girl he has fallen in love with, does not share the love he has for his Savior, his first Love. This creates the misalignment in their affair's paradigm. Harmonica, piano, and flute are used very poignantly; the entire song is lighthearted yet melancholy. Also featured is a flamboyant emulation of Sufjan Steven's aesthetic within the third verse. I'd be surprised if you don't end up singing (or clapping) along to "One mind on the way now" during the elegantly catchy chorus.

6. Cross-Pollinate: Along with "Year of the Analogirl", this is a track that may spur you to dance to the kick and guitar twang. (It did spur me.) The analogy of a bird and a bee is explored in depth; two beings that are basically very different, another reference to the stark difference between the natures of the partners. It is disclosed that this honeybee catered to our narrator's emotional and physical desires, yet did not give him what was best for him. In rhythm and instrumentality, this song is akin to "Cold War[M]" from the previous EP. Aurally it is like a prelude to the "Sea-Sickness Epilogue" that follows. Certain synth sounds and notes are introduced in this track which take over the later tracks. General foreshadowing and reference to other songs within the album are frequent on this record.

7. Pagan Wave (Misc. Sea-Sickness Epilogue): This song starts off sounding like what falling in love sounds like. It is leisurely, elegant and warm, like a stroll down the aforementioned foreign neighborhood, or a tranquil sunset on the sea after a storm. The trumpets and violins on this track are perfectly romantic and nostalgic. Halfway through the tides turn into a buildup of emotional tumult and a slightly out-of-sync orchestra, as our narrator cries of the fight in his heart, divided between two contradicting loves. Seasickness seems to symbolize a combination of being in love and feeling guilty and full of doubt (guilty of feeling so passionately toward someone that his God would not want him to be with, and doubt about whether this is right, wrong, meant to be, or even doubting God's intentions). As he says himself, "Denial is the truth I seek, instead of You or her or me." At the closing of this track, strained and weary, Novem sings, "And I still hear you buzzing in this beekeeper's apiary of a heart, and it sounds like this..." Then there is a pause, and in come the most heartbroken, remorseful string instruments you may ever hear. I may have cried more than once upon hearing this part.

8. Jupiter: Includes an endearing reference to Florida's unbelievably humid heat. Also a keyboard- based composition, this song features whirring, space-age sounds and swelling orchestral violins. It is triumphant and whimsical, with soaring, ethereal falsetto vocals, taking the listener away by space travel, counteracted by the staccato percussion’s rhythm. These lyrics transform South Florida’s suburbia into a previously unknown heavenly body, perhaps because the memory of the narrator's love interest feels like heaven on earth. The song is composed of chimes and keys suspended in space and time, continuing the idea of memories of one's love. Like an anthem, Novem sings “You’re on my mind” repeatedly to the pounding of the drum until it halts, and his tortured words fade into an echo.

9. Black Synechdoch[k]eys: From "Jupiter", we now plummet from miles above the atmosphere deep into the depths of an ocean of sound, the last stop on the album. Through this piano song the listener freefalls slowly as electronic twitters trail behind. Melodies and keys shift and move up and down smoothly, as emotions and memories do. This minimal yet forlorn final track tells of the aftermath of the love affair. After being used without being loved in return, the narrator is left deficient and hollow, only an aspect of who he was. Quite a beautiful final track. It also touches on healing, yet it is unclear as to whether healing did come and for whom. It is implied that our narrator was hurt before he met this love of his, as she was previously hurt also. The album concludes gently with haunting ambience.

Nook & Cranny #1: A LOVE Between Frequency & Time

Now it is evident that {in-boxes}'s releases thus far - and those that may come after from Novem - are linked conceptually by certain motifs. The most prominent shared are those of the siren, seasickness, horizon line, and (pagan) waves, mostly found in "Cold War(M)". Also mentioned in the monologue at the beginning of A Love Between Frequency & Time are many of the symbols found throughout Apiary, such as the digital/analog juxtaposition, Delilah and Samson, the bee, and the plumb line.

I won't say anymore, the reader gets to listen and connect everything now! In this oeuvre, Novem's own mind is his greatest instrument. The most understated part of the music of {in-boxes}, however, is that Novem depicts his God as a gracious and creative healer within the story. The fact that his relationship with God is so entwined with his emotions regarding the honeybee of his music is also displayed. To my previous accolade, he would even say, for God’s glory.

So if not for anything but the sheer sincerity and creative aptitude, this is a record worth buying, and listening to repeatedly, and painting pictures within your own imagination.

This review is also published on soirzine.com.

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Thank you for visiting this blog! I am Samantha Oakey, a Miami Dade College fine art student, follower of Christ with Core Community Church, intern with Soir Studio in Miami, Artisan Lounge volunteer, and visual artist. Recently I have begun to utilize my interest in writing to benefit a friend of mine and realized I should be writing to connect with the community as well. This blog will feature my reviews and interviews of South Florida musicians, performances and events. Come here to have a glimpse of music scenes from Homestead, FL to Fort Lauderdale. For those who do not have a secure place to be covered, I would like to be a place like that. Thank you for supporting the art and music I promote here.