The Cuban jazz legend brings his sound to the Tower Theatre.
By Liz Reich
With the exception of announcing the arrival of royalty, trumpets aren't typically considered the most impressive of instruments on their own. They aren't particularly delicate or dainty and it takes quite a set of lungs - not to mention an abundance of saliva - to even produce a note.
So when someone is described as a trumpet master, it's bound to provoke some speculation as to what exactly this means. Does it mean having won four Grammys, six Billboard Awards and an Emmy? Perhaps it means having traveled the world performing across a wide scope of genres to create a musical career that hasn't slowed down in over 40 years? Could it be when HBO decides to make a movie out of said life and casts Andy Garcia as the star?
Mickey Avalon raps that he has a "dick like Jesus" (whatever that means) and he's not afraid to let his listeners know things like this about him.
By Liz Reich
Mickey Avalon raps that he has a "dick like Jesus" (whatever that means) and he's not afraid to let his listeners know things like this about him. That's because the self-dubbed "Mr. Right" - a gaunt 35-year-old rapper, brings an inimitable fusion of glamour, sleaze and guyliner to a music scene that he never could've anticipated being part of.
While I don't anticipate being on death row anytime soon, should I find myself in jeopardy of being called to an untimely demise, I'm almost certain I would request the Chilean sea bass from Brickhouse as my last meal.
This past Saturday I found myself consuming said sea bass ($28), a special at Brickhouse that night, described to me as "fresh pecan-crusted Chilean sea bass in a rosemary-thyme reduction.
It must have been a strange year for Italian-Americans. First, a show called Jersey Shore transformed a bundle of self-proclaimed guidos and guidettes from a punch line into a serious pop culture phenomenon, all the while managing to offend people around the world. Then a string of other shows (Jerseylicious, Jersey Couture, Cake Boss) arrived hoping to capitalize on the distinct mannerisms of this same geographic subset by riding in their leopard-print wake.
While I don't anticipate being on death row anytime soon, should I find myself in jeopardy of being called to an untimely demise, I'm almost certain I would request the Chilean sea bass from Brickhouse as my last meal.