This morning, cafesitos were quaffed with more than the usual Miami animation. More rosarios were prayed and more promises were made to the almighty last night. The stage is set for a two-game, biblical chapter of Miami history to be written on Biscayne Boulevard.
You don’t know about the value of ideas until you think you have one that’s jackpot money. Everything up until that point is the same as anything else: up for grabs. And the reality is, it really is up for grabs. Cause guess what? It’s nigh impossible to patent an “idea” in America.
It’s happening. Can’t you feel it? It’s something I’ve felt like a cardboard sign-waving crazy person for preaching on bartops for years, but the long wait is over. This is it. Slowly, but surely, the biking prophecies are coming true.
There’s already a growing split in opinion about Lady Gaga’s new, monstrously produced album Born This Way. But what kind of creature is this new Haus of Gaga creation? Is it as charts-ravenous as her previous Fame Monsters?