Miguel - Club Cinema, Pompano Beach - December 21

Categories: Concert Review
Club Cinema is located in strip mall heaven. It's hidden amidst streams of car dealerships and theme restaurants. Miguel was slated to go on at 2, so I showed up at 1, ready to unwind from a drive's worth of the normally spineless Piers Morgan going tough on guns. After probably getting swindled by a half-dead Sam Elliot type presenting himself as a parking attendant, I became the shady one at club entrance. In a gloriously topical bit that cut right to the heart of the current gun nut situation better than most news stations, the bouncer called me over for a pat down because he wasn't "fucking around with no white boys these days." (Thankfully, he missed my pen.) 

Shortly after getting in, the DJ announced that "we're all family" and segued into Trina's "Pull Over." Indeed, despite Jim DeRogatis' worst nightmare, the only thing that happened when the "I Don't Like" remix came on the club speakers was a club-wide rap along.

At around 1:30, sandwiched between Gucci's "Freaky Gurl" and Jeezy's "I Do" verse (for the first of many "ticket giveawayyyyy!!!!!s), Miguel was announced as "being in the club" to Kendrick Lamar's "Swimming Pools (Drank)." After the "real hip-hop" kerfuffle at Summer Jam and talk of Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City's uncompromised major label release, it was jarring to hear the song in a club otherwise playing (to some) compromised major label releases. And on top of that to see multiple people vibing to it like was "Starships." 

Miguel's narrative generally starts out in in label hell. The artist went in and out of court to get his first album, All I Want is You, out of the hands of early signers Black Ice. Then his image and sound were boxed in for the urban market with a chameleonic identity spread thin by too many hands. "Drank" unwittingly reminded me of the narrative's conclusion, in which Miguel transcends the limbo, comes into his own, and offers the uncompromised coherence of this year's Kaleidoscope Dream. Still, that narrative ignores the wonderfully messy Art Dealer Chic EPs, whose grab bag of magic tricks were doled out like a throwaway mixtape on Dat Piff. There's also the irony that both Art Dealer Chic and Dreams require a chameleonic adaptability to make it work, something that became useful during the night's show as well.

Eventually, possibly after waiting for the half-filled club to get full (it didn't), and after his band bought some time by cheerfully going into full "we're part of the show, too, guys!" jam mode, Miguel took the mic to "Sure Thing." He was clad in faded jeans, black visors, a leather jacket and a Clash T-shirt. In almost no time, he bid for icon status, throwing the mic stand over his shoulders, turning around and flexing his buns and letting us know that he too was Born in the U.S.A. 

Location Info


Club Cinema

3251 N. Federal Highway, Lighthouse Point, FL

Category: Music

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