The cheapest parking on South Beach near 8th street where the South Beach Seafood Festival ticked October 25, 2014, was a booing $35. Tickets went for $25 per person; on top of that, samples of seafood dishes went for $6 to $11. Food and Beverage tickets had to be purchased once inside the gate. Some lines were pretty damn long for someone like me who hates standing in line for anything. Plus, standing and walking on uneven sand terrain was not very comfortable. So, I asked myself? Are cool bands and seafood samples worth the trouble?
During most of that lovely day of October skies and easterly winds the meter moved to nay. But no one else seemed to notice the uneven sand, the long lines, or the lack of Caribbean seafood dishes. A beer was $6 and walking back and forth for a few bites here and there did not make for a full meal. What then was the object of the game besides sampling a few dishes at a high cost, I wondered. Yes, the music was pretty good. The Click band rocked, people chatted, played sand bag in the hole; some guys showed off their Olympic skills on the bars. Even babies looked content. Maybe it was just me.
My friend and I walked to the shore and watched the waves while the sun’s rays went down behind us. Then, the real reason started to play, and I had to get down, right there. Spam Allstars carried what the festival lacked, the taste of the islands, the smell of cumin and oregano, the flavor of time spent swinging on a hammock at noon, amidst coconut palms and sea foam. “Let’s go back,” I begged, “this is what people have been waiting for.” And so, the party got hot, more attendees arrived, although it was near closing time. They must have turned their heels or awaken from their somber siesta.
http://www.spamallstars.com/about-us.html “DJ Le Spam & Spam Allstars blend improvisational electronic elements and turntables, with latin, funk, hip hop and dub to create what they call an electronic descarga. It’s not a known genre. It’s hard to describe. It attracts many types of people. But as they look out and see people dancing salsa, next to break-dancers, and festival-goers driving for hours to catch a show — they know something very special is going on.”
It may be hard to describe, but it is not hard to feel, move to, and be magnetized. I have a new group to fan now. You can find them at Hoy Como Ayer in Little Havana. This Holiday season, I plan on giving myself the treat of their mambo jambo.