21st century Fishbone gigs in Miami are a little cursed. In 2000, Fishbone played an un-billed set at Zen Fest in Bicentennial Park, which was a year removed from the awesome-but-fatality-plagued 1999 version starring the Chemical Brothers. Apparently, the Zen Fest promoters spent so much time trying to prove to city of miami officials they weren't a haven for underage, XTC-crazed rave kids, that they clean forgot to mention Fishbone was playing a slot in-between George Clinton and Blues Traveller. So Fishbone played an amazing set drawing from their slept-on album "The Psychotic Friends Nutttwerx" to a modest crowd of confused stoners that would have easily fit inside one of their legendary Cameo Theater gigs in the 1990s.
For the last week, the promoters of tonight's Fishbone show at Grand Central have spent every breath trying to dispute a rumor that the gig was cancelled. Unfortunately, cancelled-gig rumors have a way of sticking.
That is unfortunate, as Fishbone continue to be one of the classic live acts of the rock era. Singer/saxophonist Angelo Moore has enough manic energy to power Alaska in the winter. When he stage dives, it's with the mic in hand and he stays in key. Bass monster Norwood Fisher holds down the 1 like no other, enabling his fellow killers, including ex-Suicidal Tendencies guitarist Rocky George, to turn your earholes inside out with the flick of a wrist.
For the last year, Fishbone have been slinging "Everyday Sunshine:" a documentary celebrating their three decade-plus career. After missing the cut at SXSW Film last year, it will be screened there next week - with much less competition (last year's documentary field included films about The Doors and Motorhead) and an amazing after party with sets by both the 'bone and the Wu Tang Clan. For once, getting overlooked has given Fishbone a hand up instead of a knee to the groin.
With WMC and their serato superstars soaking up all the attention this week, it would be good for you to attend a show featuring the best musicians who will be in this damn town all year. Take the Tuesday plunge. Earn a proper hump-day hangover and go bonin' in the boneyard.