Cavity's Dan Gorostiaga on Zinemaking and His Top Ten Records of All Time

From left: Barge, Landrian, Gorostiaga, Norris, and Weinstein.

Dan Gorostiaga has been a key a figure in South Florida's underground. As founder and sole constant of Cavity, he put Miami on the metal map during the '90s with the band's highly imitated, stripped-down sludge. Since its split in 2001, I have personally pestered him about the band getting back together and even campaigned through County Grind's Blast From the Past columns to stir interest.

This past summer, during his former bandmates' band Black Cobra's stop at Gramps in Wynwood, Gorostiaga performed "Crawling" and "Supercollider" to a crowd that was largely unaware of this intention.

As an artist, Gorostiaga's recent inspirations have seen him become a maker of zines and artist's books that are limited-edition objects d'art. We recently had the chance to discuss Cavity, his art, and being onstage once again.

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The Button South Class Reunion Revives Classic Fort Lauderdale Venue at Revolution


The history of bars and music venues in South Florida is littered with cool rooms that hosted great bands while people had a sick time in the crowd -- but most of those places come and go in less time than it takes to get from I-75 to I-95.

That makes it surprising that anybody would show up for couple of nostalgic nights marking any single hot spot. But when we're talking about the Button South, the Hallandale club that was a must for every band in the region and plenty of national acts, then it's a different story.

"Everybody who was anybody -- whether they played or were just hanging out -- almost assuredly, they were there at some point," says Darlene Delano, the former Button South booker and organizer of the Button South Class Reunion. "Everybody forgets we were the home of Saigon Kick, the Mavericks, Marilyn Manson... Anybody that got signed in the early '90s played the Button."

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Counting Down: a Tribute to Casey Kasem

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Before the option of typing the name of any song into Google, the surest way to hear the hits of the day was on Sunday mornings. You would simply turn the radio station to American Top 40 and Casey Kasem would count the best tunes down from numbers 40 to one.

Between songs, he would spout out little known facts about the artists, the movement of the songs on the charts, and even recite long distance heartfelt song dedications between lovers, proud parents, or grieving pet owners.

Kasem who died this past Sunday had a timeless voice that continues to live on with rebroadcasts of the syndicated show American Top 40 - The 70's that can be heard locally on Magic 102.7 every Sunday morning 7 to 10 a.m. In honor of the man's passing here's a top 10 countdown of Casey Kasem's 82 years on this Earth.

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Five Hukilau Tiki Essentials

Monica McGivern

Seems like Hawaiian style is bigger than ever these days. Is the tiki life reaching a mass level appeal again? We can't say for sure, but we know everyone needs a Tahitian mind-cation once in awhile.

Wednesday was the kickoff of the Hukilau's 11th year in Fort Lauderdale at the historic Mai Kai, one day more than usual. And as we told you yesterday, this tropical excursion to yesteryear offers many more activities than in the past as well.

For those that have never been to a Hukilau, it's much more than just you watching gals hulaing in grass skirts and sipping stiff libations out of coconuts. It's also about the music and culture of this lost time; it's a vibe, a party, a chance to play dress-up and rub tatted elbows with like-minded folks.

For Hukilau rookies, let us be your Rick Steves on this Polynesian journey. Here are five Hukilau essentials that will help you make the best of this luau. Aloha.

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Respectable Street's '80s Prom 2014 Was Totally Tubular (PHOTOS)

Monica McGivern

Time-travel machines might still be hard to come by, but with Respectable Street's yearly '80s flashback to the past within your reach, it's like yesterday is today.

The eighth '80s prom was a full-on spectacle, as well as the only place where it was proper to dress like Freddie Mercury, Michael Jackson, Robert Smith, or Teen Wolf on Saturday night. While costumes and permitted booze helped differentiate this dance from your high school counterpart, another thing that set it apart was clear: Wallflowers were not allowed. The dance floor was straight packed all night with confident booty-shakers regardless of the outside embarrassment level of their moves. It was a major upgrade to the real-world-prom counterpart.

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Eight Fashion Tips for the 8th Ever '80s Prom at Respectable Street

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It's a totally tubular blast from the past!

Bring out your pink ruffles, giant dangling earrings, and white tux. We're gonna get Footloose and party like it's 1982 at Respectable Street's Eighth Ever '80s Prom!

And since you were a lanky, flat-chested teenager with braces all over your mouth and only scored a free, crappy meal with bland chicken and stale bread that night, chances are your real prom was grody to the max.

While you can't turn back the clock and show your entire class how hot you are now (and probably wouldn't want to, anyway), you can pretend it's senior year all over again this Sunday when the WPB rock institution transforms into your high school auditorium.

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1984: A Probing Musical Retrospective


George Orwell's predictions in his dystopian classic 1984 seem more apt for 2014 than the titular year. The scale and scope of our intelligence agencies suggest that Big Brother is well and truly with us. Our corruption of the English language in social media is more than reminiscent of newspeak (LOL, LMFAO, LOLROTF&ICGU), while the circus surrounding things like Kim Kardashian's ever increasingly bulbous bum keeps many distracted from what their elected officials do in the realms of power.

No, perhaps a more representative prophecy of the actual 1984 can be found in the first lines of Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities. To quote Boz himself, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity" and so on.

Former B-movie actor, Ronald Reagan told us that it was "morning in America" again, while the number of families living below the poverty line tripled. Carl Lewis took the L.A. Olympics by storm as the Cold War continued, famine thrived in Ethiopia, and a civil war was fought out on the streets of Beirut. Apple released the Macintosh computer three months before the U.S. government belatedly announced recognition of the AIDS virus.

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20 Greatest Britpop Bands of All Time

Ian Witlen

I was only 7 when the Smiths split, was still in diapers (or nappies, as we call them in England) when the Two-Tone Ska revival was in full flow, and was but a twinkle in my father's eye when punk first came around. By the early 1990s, the British charts were dominated by disposable Eurodance (2 Unlimited, anyone?), the angst-ridden drone of patently American grunge, and Phil Collins. Scenes that had threatened the mainstream from the margins, Madchester and Shoegaze, were fizzling out fast.

Madchester leaders the Stone Roses seemed liked false messiahs, stubbornly refusing to come back to their disciples as the follow-up to their 1989 seminal eponymous debut took a biblical age to arrive (when it did, in 1994, it could only be a letdown). As a distinctly awkward teen in the early '90s, there was a sense that popular music didn't really care much about what I was doing, and try as I might, I didn't understand what they were doing. Then came Britpop.

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Deep City: Birth of the Miami Sound Screens at MIFF


South Florida owes a debt of gratitude to former Florida A&M Marching bandmates, schoolteachers, and music aficionados Willie Clarke and Johnny Pearsall. Without their gamble on the short-lived Deep City Records, there would've never been such a culturally identifiable thing as the "Miami sound." While some of the Deep City Records' artists went on to much more with TK Records or into the vaults of obscurity, the slabs that were cut remain some of the best R&B and proto-Motown/funk known to man.

Had it not been for the disagreement between Clarke and Pearsall trying to push Betty Wright and Helene Smith respectively, the latter being Pearsall's wife; the musical landscape of South Florida might just be slightly different nowadays, for surely the caliber of their stars, had they remained under the same stable, would've vaulted this sliver of America into the same rooms Motown would eventually come to occupy. Oh, well.

This year's Miami International Film Festival will feature Deep City: Birth of the Miami Sound as part of their roster of fine films. For info on the movie and the team behind it, click here. Hopefully this piece of Floridiana will not go unnoticed by the locals and let's hope local filmmakers are detracted from pulling Ai Weiwei-styled protesting. What follows is a Miami sound playlist for your listening pleasure.

See also: Deep City Records Documentary: A Behind the Scenes Look

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Lose the Rookie on Punk Ambition: "We Never Had Any Delusions of Grandeur"


Though a guitarist by trade, when the then-unnamed South Florida punk band Lose the Rookie held their first practice in the latter half of 1998, Paul Chase sat behind a drum kit doing his best to keep up. By all accounts, he was dreadfully bad. Joined by guitarist Tim Rohde, singer Julio Pena (the self-professed handsomest member of the group), and bassist Bryan Goldsmith, the quartet worked their way through a makeshift set consisting of numbers inspired by the Impossibles, Weezer, and a hodgepodge of other influences.

"We all came from such diverse musical backgrounds," says Rohde. "There were a few common influences, and as far as writing went, there was no single person. We all kind of brought something to the table."

It was at a table at TGI Fridays in The Falls where the four men in their early 20s decided on their name -- one that Rohde believes aptly described their attitude at the time -- by throwing every idea they could think of into a hat. They agreed to accept whatever title fate saw fit to grace them with, however that plan deteriorated not long after being set into motion.

"We sat there for a few hours and beers -- shit, even the waiter picked out a few names," recalls Pena. "After the failed process, I think the winner was 'Nevernot,' but we didn't all dig it. So Paul busted out, 'Hey, how about Lose the Rookie?' meaning, 'get rid of the new guy.' We all liked the sound of it and went with it."

"Our name could have easily been something like Goldfish Grenade," says Chase.

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