This past Tuesday, Sailor Jerry hooked up a screening party at Miami Art Space that was quite promising on its face.
If you were willing to sit through their documentary on their namesake, a WW2 tattoo artist based in Hawaii, you could swill all the rum you wanted and get to see a set by the red hot Jacuzzi Boys , fresh of their record release party for their debut Lp, No Seasons .
Alas, my regular designated driver was preoccupied, so I couldn't get smashed. But after walking in past the RSVP listgal and her bodyguards in blue - it was clear everyone else was taking full advantage. Even for a debauched city like miami, 150 tatooed drunks going all out on a Tuesday was pretty impressive.
Alas, the alleged main event, the screening of Hori Smoku, Sailor Jerry, was a disaster. The first problem was that Miami Art Space is built like a giant auto garage, and the acoustics are horrendous. The second problem was that every tattoo shop regular for 20 miles was already lit and acting like they had never seen a movie in a theater before. Some yahoo sitting behind me was actually screaming at the top of his lungs for the first twenty minutes of the flick - no amount of sshing or dirty looks could extinguish his burning desire to be a jackass. Eventually, I gave up and walked out - finding the Jacuzzi Boys on their 10th (or more) cup of rum punch.
"I gotta slow down" Singer/ guitarist Gabriel Alcala told me, right before telling his drummer, Diego Monasterios, to get him a refill.
10 minutes later, they were onstage - and the same audience who couldn't handle watching a film while drunk - proved very good at being an excellent audience for a band who was drunker than they were. Alcala's guitar cord repeatedly fell out of his axe. His guitar strap fell off twice. For a lesser band, this would have proved to be a disaster, but they rolled with it - and before you knew it a bevy of go go dancers led by Miami Bass Warrior Debbie D began cutting a rug - defying the 90 degree late night heat and the lake of spilled rum punch that threatened to ruin their shoes.
"Only in this town do people get down when it's sticky outside." A cute blonde friend of Debbie's told me.
"What choice do we have?" I replied
A mosh pit then broke out. and she jumped into it, high heels and all. Nightlife shutterbug Gypsy Nefarious boogied through it, and only hit me once when I spilled her drink.
After a rousing version of their brand new tune "Bricks and Coconuts" - and an encore that was too fast and loud to identify - The Jacuzzi Boys wrapped up their baccanal.
"That was great man!" Some tattooed dude with a beard shouted at Alcala. "I know we're in Miami, but it felt like we were up in New York at CBGB."
And to think some people believe drinking is bad for you.