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There’s something to applaud about Tampa when a concert rightfully sells out! It restores my faith in this city having exceptional taste in music, and gives me hope that other fantastic artists and musicians will take note and head down this way to perform. Last night’s SOLD OUT Phantogram wih Bad Things concert at The RITZ Ybor was simply put… FUCKIN’ AWESOME! An even bigger bonus when the music artists are just as cool and genuine as you would hope them to be.
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My good friend Katina urged me to attempt the 100 Happy Days Challenge that she and numerous other participants have been posting about. So, I visited and read the website. I recognized and understood the concept. Hats off to her and anyone else playing along with the challenge, because it really seems to be one of the more genuine and harmless social media gimmicks flying around out there. I definitely am not knocking it, but for me, it’s (simply put) just not me. Just as I loathe those silly website lists telling me what 20 places I need to visit before I die, or those ludicrous and annoying personality quizzes that “determine” which Real Housewife, 80s Pop Star, 90s Rock Star, Hollywood Movie Star, Boy Bay member I am based on my answers to 5 brainless questions… my happiness, my personality, and my future will never be validated, defined nor governed by any website.
HOWEVER… Katina was ON to something, and her enthusiasm with how the 100 Happy Days Challenge has inspired her wound up inspiring me. I DO need to quit making the excuse that I am too busy to find time to spend with old friends. I DO need to make more of an effort to stay in touch with others outside of the realm of social media. I DO need to always remember that I have a pretty awesome life, and to be grateful for its privileges and the individuals living in it with me.
I didn’t quite make 100 days, but I did document the last 7 days that were pretty damn magical.
Happiness: having dinner with one of your best friends
Happiness: a sudden night out on the town with your boys
Happiness: enjoying a long-overdue dinner, movie and wine night with a loved one
Happiness: acting as if not one day has passed when reconnecting with your travel crew and best friends from Chicago and New York
Happiness: randomly running into old friends when in another city
Happiness: when a best friend visits and wants to meet for brunch
Happiness: nearly ordering the entire menu when dining with a best friend
Happiness: experiencing a concert with loved ones
Happiness Bonus: when the presence of a photo bomber makes you smile
#100daysofhappiness A LIFETIME of happiness.
“The world is ours, and no one can take it away except the exhaustion of enjoying it so much.” -my friend Michael Maurer
“Inner Smile” by Texas: After all these years, this song still makes me feel happy!
When a band you admire is playing in your town, you get excited.
When that same band you admire is playing at your job, you get super excited.
When that same admired band playing at your job are friendly, super cool, and genuine individuals, you take a photo with them.
But what happens when that same admired band of friendly, super cool, and genuine individuals just put on a show at your job that knocked your socks off?
…you first buy new socks, and then you relive the experience through their music and the evening’s photos. WHAT AN AMAZING SHOW Neon Trees put on at The RITZ Ybor in Tampa last Wednesday! Don’t miss their Pop Psychology Tour on the road this summer.
Yet another Pride & Passion event gone by!
In its 8 years, the event has slowly transformed into a fashionable night out downtown to dress up and party. This year’s theme was an avant garde wedding celebrating the union of art + community + diversity. I decided to play with the theme, and turned the pimp factor level up a few notches when dressing as my interpretation of an avant garde groom. And that’s one of the many things that I love about Pride & Passion: how one can be decked out in leather and fur with opera goggles in Florida during the summertime, and not one person bats an eyelash at the ridiculousness of it all. Pride & Passion is a night to play dress up, and an evening to play with one’s
Uncle Karl Lagerfeld André Leon Talley Okie Fierce alter ego.
However, the true importance of this event is the $75,000.00 net that was raised from just one evening for the Tampa Museum of Art, its exhibits and community programs. As an avid supporter of the arts and of Tampa raising its profile, I applaud this year’s Chairs Kevin Reder and Rick Scherer, the Museum staff, and the Pride & Passion steering and host committee for a spectacular event.
P.S. Next year, I plan to dress even more ridiculously!
“I Can’t Keep Up” by Tourist featuring Will Heard: There’s just something in the way that Will Heard
sings SANGS this song that does something to my soul. When the frenetic pace changes up at the 3:00 mark, the song becomes pure, unadulterated audio ecstasy.
The first annual Big Guava Music Festival (literally) stormed through Tampa Bay May 2 thru 4, 2014! My prayers had been answered for this was my city’s first true music festival (besides the Sunset Music Festival), and the closest thing to Coachella to hit Tampa Bay shores. The stormy weather may have hindered attendance the first two days, but Big Guava ended on a sunny, high-note by the third and final day. Regardless of weather conditions, the residents of Tampa Bay need to WAKE. THE. HELL. UP!… and take advantage of such a fantastic music festival taking place in our backyard. Coming from someone who works in the live music and concert industry, the challenge in bringing music acts to even perform in this state is difficult. When a line-up such as this year’s Big Guava line-up is created, you get up off your couch, you buy tickets, and you attend.
As with anything new in this city, it’s just going to take time for Big Guava to reach the heights of success that it rightfully deserves. Upon hearing Live Nation’s announcement for plans to present another Big Guava Music Festival next year, I let out a sign of relief that my prayers had once again been answered. Hopefully, my prayers of Tampa proving not to be such a basic city will be answered when its citizens come out in droves to next year’s fest.
So enough of my tirade. I now present, and in no particular order, my TOP 5 FAVORITE PERFORMANCES at this year’s Big Guava:
Magic Man: There I was lying in a hammock in the Craft Beer Chill Zone at Big Guava, lounging until the next act I planned to see took the stage. To find an available hammock in any of the Craft Beer sections at Big Guava was like finding the Holy Grail. So when you happened to find an available one, you jump on it and rest on it as long as you can because this lethargic opportunity of downtime may not come back around again. For me to abandon my hammock to check out the catchy music that was coming from the nearby Grove stage just goes to show what an electrifying band Magic Man are live. Lead singer Alex Caplow stole the show, and (simply put) KILLED his band’s set with his Jagger-esque energy and moves, and vocals that soared thru the Fairground fields. I wasn’t familiar with the pop rock band from Boston before Big Guava, but they have now become a regular staple on my Spotify.
Outkast: The biggest disappointment of this year’s Coachella was hands-down Big Boi and Andre 3000’s much-hyped reunion. There was no connection at all from the duo to their songs, or to the audience. The flamboyant Andre 3000, sporting un-Andre 3000 attire comprised of a cap, hoodie and denim overalls, came across as drained, uninterested and depleted of his usual pizzazz. The energy in the desert was a mixture of confusion and exhaustion, both from Outkast and the masses of festival-goers that began to rapidly thin out. I cringed when Andre 3000 asked the Coachella audience if they were still there, and if they were tired. By the time the duo performed the classic “Hey Ya!,” it was too late, for only a 1/4 of the audience that were originally lined up to see their set still remained to shake it like a Polaroid picture. And barely did they do that.
So to my delight, Outkast invaded the Big Guava stage on their one and only Florida appearance and owned it. The real Andre 3000 had returned, with a platinum-blonde wig and the funky, outrageous persona we’d come to love and expect. The packed house sang along to every song, and gave the boys from Atlanta a true dirty South, warm welcome back. After all, Outkast FINALLY proved that they were indeed back!
St. Lucia: Jean-Philip Grobler makes the kind of music that reminds me of the breezy ballads from the 1980s that were sung by Sting, Phil Collins and Christopher Cross. There’s a precise beauty to the way his distinctive voice sings melodies against a synthpop beat. It’s polished. It’s calming. It’s cool. Imagine how surprised I was to see his ability to also command a dancefloor as aggressively as he did when he performed the disco-fied “September” which may as well have been an ode to Dead or Alive. St. Lucia‘s performance was commanding enough to even persuade Alex Caplow from Magic Man to let loose and dance in the middle of the festival crowd.
Chance The Rapper: One of my absolute favorite thrills at any music festival is accidentally coming across a really amazing artist’s set, enjoying it, and thus becoming a new fan. I was only inside of the Nectar Stage venue to cool off and sit down. Chance The Rapper just so happened to be performing on the Nectar Stage. Unlike Magic Man, I was actually familiar with Chance the Rapper, but his music never initially grasped me. Truthfully, I never really gave his music a chance after his audacity to bring Justin Bieber as his surprise guest performer at this year’s Coachella. No bueno Chance, no bueno. So I sat down in the only air conditioned part of Big Guava, sipped on my beer, and could not help but be seduced by Chance The Rapper’s music, stage presence, and the way the near full-house was hooked and mesmerized. Okay, Chance, you got me. I’m a fan. Just please, no more Justin Bieber guest performances until he gets his life together.
MS MR: This New York duo’s Secondhand Rapture album was an honorable mention on my annual Top Albums of Year List for 2013. Their dark indie rock sound may have been a noticeable contrast to being the earliest and very first performance on a very sunny Florida day, but MS MR brought along enthusiasm, spirit and soul to their set. Vocalist Lizzy Plapinger’s scratchy yet soulful voice is what instantly reeled me in to liking MS MR, and it is an instrument that did not disappoint in a live setting. A small bonus for seeing them live was me FINALLY learning how to pronounce their name. All this time, I referred to them as “M. S. M. R.” when they their actual band name is pronounced “Miss Mister.”
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…until next year’s Big Guava!
The Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival… holy @#$! shit, what an absolute amazing experience!
This was my second time attending the nation’s reigning mother supreme of music festivals (and the most-successful festival according to Billboard Box-Office). For anyone with a hard on for live music of all genres, Coachella is the ultimate wet dream. There truly is no other way to describe the magic that is everything Coachella. My obsession with Coachella stems from the diverse line-up all in one setting, surprise superstar performances, and 100,000 music and art lovers dancing, singing, and getting their life in the California desert.
This year’s Coachella adventure kicked-off with a friends’ reunion in Los Angeles with my best friends Cheri and Harry a.k.a. Hit & Run (childhood friends from Tampa) and Kristin (who just so happened to be visiting California the same weekend). I linked up with other former Tampons Jamal and Robert that evening, and received the ultimate surprise when I found out that my New York friends and family (sans Jason ::insert tears::) were in L.A. celebrating Gary’s birthday.
It was one big, fat, gigantic Tampa reunion in Los Angeles that just so happened to come together randomly. The entire randomness of it all is best described by Nadia’s greeting to me when we first ran into one another that evening: “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you real? Is this night even real?”
The weekend continued as we met up with Daddy Neil and Rusty, drove to Palm Springs and prepared for the onslaught of the next three days. One of the weekend’s highlights was meeting Chloe and Erin, two fabulous (and quite hilarious) beauties from the UK. We instantly clicked on night one during Outkast’s ho-hum reunion performance, and spent the rest of the Coachella weekend singing and dancing the nights away.
The music highlights of this year’s Coachella include:
A random festival-goer summed up the entire weekend best, when he and I accidentally walked into one another. I immediately apologized during our run-in, and he just laughed it off, smiled and remarked, “it’s all good man. No need to apologize. It’s the best weekend of the year.”
…and yes it was.
To my dear friend Mike Hammonds, thank you for being the best music festival partner in crime. Daddy Neil, thank you for being you, for teaching me the music festival bunny ways, and for reminding me that this was “my Coachella.” And lastly, dear Coachella, I’ll be missing you next year, but will return in 2016 to cash in on the best weekend of that year! [READ: 2012's Coachella Adventure post]
“Comfortable” by The Knocks featuring X Ambassadors: I am pissed that I missed The Knocks at last year’s Governor’s Ball in New York City, because I become more and more enamored with their music each and every passing day. “Comfortable” was this year’s unofficial Coachella anthem. Perhaps because I demanded that this song be played on repeat at high decibels. Or simply because this anthem ROCKS, and will serve as a reminder of this beautiful weekend in Coachella Valley. :: sigh ::
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Four days of food, wine, cocktails, bocce ball, and live entertainment. Months upon months of planning, securing, scheduling, ordering and promoting. Years upon years, 17 to be exact, of culture, heritage and tradition.
This year’s 17th Annual Festa Italiana (i.e. the Italian Food & Wine Festival) opened with the Wines of Italy tasting event and concluded with the main Festa Italiana event in Centennial Park. Over 20,000 attendees flooded the historic Ybor City district in celebration of Italian culture, the Italian community and of course, wine and pasta!
18th Annual Festa Italiana Weekend
Save The Date: April 9 to 12, 2015
“Jerk Ribs” by Kelis: God Bless Kelis Rogers! Unhappy with ever becoming yet another one-hit wonder, or the girl who sang that “Milkshake” song, or even the ex-wife of Nas, she has consistently reinvented her sound and image to stay relevant with the current musical landscape. She fully embraced dance music on 2010’s Flesh Tone album, and now reveals a new electro-soul sound with her recently released, concept FOOD album.