ENTERTAINMENT – REVIEWS
NOTHING TO DO IN MIAMI ON MONDAY NIGHTS?
Prayers Born from Adult Boredom Have Been Answered
by L. Grant Pooka
The Palmetto Patriot
For many years I have suffered the Monday blues in Miami… the beginning of the work week is not only bright and full of assholes, but a sharp contrast to the weekend nightlife that has raked billions of pookied-out dollars into the local economy for over a decade. It’s like chocolate withdrawal, a taxing rehabilitation for the Miami-born Night Owl. However, I am now able to declare, using a quote from Red Dwarf: “‘Tis p’shaw and nonsense!”
For starters, grab a buddy and head on down to Laundry Bar [701 Lincoln Lane North, South Beach] for a quick drink and larf… Ask bartender Ernie to blow fire from his mouth with some 151. Yes, it’s primarily a lesbian venue, so there’s plenty of appeal for you wannabe-lesbian straight dudes out there. But it’s no cover and 2-4-1 until 9pm, after which it gets kind of un-interesting anyway, so how can you go wrong?

Then once your spin cycle is finished, cross over to the mainland and hit the Transit Lounge [729 SW 1st Ave @ Calle Ocho, Brickell District] for JAM Night. There’s no cover, the drinks are cheap, and as the night suggests, it’s a jam! Locals armed with loaded instruments get up and grind with regulars and irregulars from the local latin jazz & funk scene, Spam All-Stars, Suénalo, Smurphio, Lanzallamas Monofónicas… the deep resulting rhythms are enough to awaken my art directors’s self-dubbed volcanopussy. See big daddy Chad prove himself the best trombonist this side of the Mississippi and a smokin’ hot mac daddy to boot!

If the fire’s ready to cool off, then may I suggest the most pleasant surprise of all? Miami Jazz Jam at, of all places, Churchill’s Hideaway [5501 NE 2nd Ave, Little Haiti], lays down a smooth game in the unlikeliest of places. We went for a quick swoop thru Sweat Records, but instead of the usual, cheap and desperate punk-meets-G-Unit fare that has infested Churchill’s for a decade, we were enticed inside by the refreshing vocals of Renée Fiallos and her jazz ensemble. Fiallo’s easy-breezy songbird voice soars thru the air like the ghost of Ella, Billie or Nina, with as much appeal. The band, which will release a new CD this September, is noticeably more eclectic, utopian and talented than anything we’d seen in the Miami underground, and is not to be missed. That’s an order.

So, little Miami kiddies, your prayers for something to do Monday nights have been answered in the most surprising of ways. Where once was silence now is jazz. The axis runs hot on the South end, cool on the North end, and wonderful at both. Dust off your fannies, summon up your cognac-lust, and enjoy.
JAM night at Transit Lounge starts at 10pm. Miami Jazz Jam at Churchill’s Hideaway starts at 9:30. Renee Fiallos & Ensemble play at 1:00am.