Nothing's Going On in Miami

Ana returns and we welcome artist Bert Rodriguez, who's back from LA. Coronavirus is canceling everything, but we're not sure what the fuss is. Wynwood is moving from its gentrification phase to its NIMBY phase, and we wonder if there's anywhere else for the people to get raunchy. All that and there's also some Hialeah cock shit bingo, plus a few other things this week.

Artie is back from the boat show while kids are popping wheelies in traffic. There's some cheese throwing, Miamians working only kind of hard, the express lanes getting canceled, bitching about lack of public waterfront, Walter Mercado, and some other stuff.

INC, rodeos in south Dade, Scotty's Landing finally closing, the new skate park, getting ringworm at Headliners, el Patio de los Jugos, having an early last call on the Beach, and recalling Joe Carrollo. Special guest Andu joins for this subdued episode.

We restore some sanity in the studio by having a cozy show, just Art and Rafa. Iguanas are falling from the trees, white guys turn black, and everything is a spectacle.

Jersey returns and is also joined by Joe from Death by Tenny. Mr. Jolt is also in the studio. We talk about a bunch of stuff and then everyone devolves into their soused up alter-egos.

Nobody in Miami is getting in trouble for driving like an asshole, and now the stats prove it. We also get into it with our Miami Art Week recap, which is loaded with bananas. Ana pops in to the show, a year later. Then we get heated about the UPS truck hostage situation, which even draws in former UPS driver Mr. Jolt. All in all a good talk. Hi, Andy!

New art action is coming to Allapattah, dives, the instagram cop comes up again, no new vaping shops in Coral Gables, the FIU bridge collapse, weed in public in Miami Beach, and our first anonymous caller spits a short verse right near da beach.

Rod joins us as we talk about band photographers in Miami, Airbnb fees, a Miami Beach police officer getting in trouble for making video with instagram models, the cellphone surveillance Miami police wants to use, good pizza, and a few other things.

Said the wrong episode number, so we're rolling with it. We start with a little talk about the Collabo art show last week. There's a Virgin hotel coming soon to Brickell, so Arthur tells us about the Brickell scale. Renters look out, 'cause you might be getting ripped off by your condo association. Your condo association might also be insane. That hooker you wanted to pick up on Flagler might be a cop, but only if they look to good to be true. Want to party on the bay? If you pay, just make sure you say the captain is your friend. People are still shooting people, more at 11. Crappy supermarkets, expensive prices, and card skimmers round it out. Take a listen.

It's a solo show today, so it goes by quick. Almost quick enough for Artie to not get a word in, but alas, it was not meant to be. Do you remember what 9/11 was like in Miami? We talk a bit about that, and all the people living in their cars, and maybe in your tool shed. They're also going to rename the AA Arena, but Flanigan's is not the high bidder. Jerry Falwell Jr. likes boys and getting his photo taken at Wall, or something like that. There's a bit more, but you'll have to tune in.