If Miami’s noise scene can teach us one thing, it’s that anything can be turned into a musical instrument, and we mean anything. From a baby doll to a goat skull to a chainsaw. For more than 23 years, Miami’s underground music scene has embraced noise experimentation, claiming @Churchills_Pub as ground zero.
As musician, producer, and driving force behind the Magic City’s noise scene Frank Falestra (a.k.a. “Rat Bastard”) puts it: “There is no such genre called noise; therefore, genre is obsolete. The term may be used at times to give a heads-up, like the sign ‘slippery when wet.’” This spot-on analogy was shared in a work thread addressed to the venue’s internal management staff before this year’s International Noise Conference (INC), which took place in February.
Although there is a specific week each year dedicated to celebrating the unapologetic sound of self-expression, Churchill’s serves as a platform for these sonic alchemists year-round.
👉 Swipe through Miami’s raw and unapologetic noise scene, then pick up this week’s issue at a newsstand near you or read the full story now at miaminewtimes.com (link in bio).
✍️ Story by @FlorFrances
📸 Photo by Hydee Mustelier
My grandmother came from Cuba to America in 1959 with my father in her womb seeking liberation and freedom for her family. She was brave, intelligent, outspoken, adventurous, funny, intuitive, and fiercely loyal. She would often speak with pride about being a mother and a grandmother. I am proud to be her granddaughter. She didn’t always understand me, but she always loved me and I always loved her too. I will miss her more than I can say. Lo Siento Mucho Florecita.
Rest in Peace, Abuela.
