Orlando24 magazine - PapersOne of the benefits of having a somewhat underground publication is that I am so far from being in the same league as the other in-town newspapers and magazines, that I can provide an outsiders opinion of them. On occasion, Orlando's local news people go all Schindlers List on one another and start sniping from their respective balconies. It's all so unnecessary. As newsmen, they should be observing a cooperating with each others editorial intents in the spirit of providing their readers with informing and rich content. I say this because I do not want this piece to be interpreted in any way as an attack on the other local publications. The krill never teases the whale. Let's take a look.

 

If you enjoyed the recent Night Owl entry "Whatever Happened To Orlando Fetish", you'll enjoy reading the piece that inspired it, a conversation with Mistress Tania.

Chris ReaSound Board Technicians are as essential to any music scene as the bands and their instruments. They deal with technicalities that the average person never considers when it comes to going to a show. Handling the assembly and operation of the equipment used to master sound quality. They make sure what you hear is an equal balance of rhythm, melody and flow. In realizing this, we at Orlando 24 took it upon ourselves to give you a look into what it means to be behind the board in the pulsing beat of Orlando sound.

Me next!I'm sure you've noticed over the last few years that Orlando has been rebuilt and rebranded as a “PG-13” town. A beautiful, safe place to take the kids out for a good time without anything offensive or remotely entertaining taking place. But a good many of us remember when our city wore a distinctly R-rated mask after the sun went down. A place where if you didn't walk on the wild side, you could at least peek into the window to see what you were missing.

I know. I was there for its last gasp. So I have to ask: where has that piece of our city gone? And how do we take it back?

The Mofuggin' E.I.CWe made it! Issue Two. Some people said we would never make it to our second issue. Some people said we would crash and burn before a single article came out. Some people said that we were sissies and bed wetters until we were 15.

In most of these assumptions, my mother was wrong.

Wheels AboveThey say those who cannot do, teach. In my case, those who cannot do, write. My musical abilities are proficient enough, I suppose, but never quite enough to lead my own band. Sometimes I'll watch a band, and become extremely envious of their abilities. Especially if they are quite a bit younger than I am. There has never been a clearer case of this than with Wheels Above.

 

ShakesBeer

Economic hard times can be a blessing or a curse for bars and taverns. People like to celebrate good times and drown sorrows by heading out for a few drinks. While this has led to some security for these establishments in the past, lately more and more empty seats are appearing. The tip buckets get downgraded to tip jars, and everyone on the other end of the shaker and draft tap suffers. To combat the decline in patronage, a few notable local joints have taken some interesting steps in the right direction.

 

Open Windows While onstage, Orlando act Open Windows seems to hardly notice the crowd. They are entranced, tuned in to their own groove. As an audience member, you can’t help but be swept away by it as well.

Honest, pure music with no unnecessary frills. Echoes of classic rock elements woven together with ethereal atmospherics create a feel of basement chill out sessions of a past generation, evenings of bean bags, bongs and black lights. And I mean that in the best possible way.

Vegan Butcher

FLASH! FLASH! I’m trying to watch a show here. FLASH! FLASH! No less than four cameras intermittently flashing. FLASH! FLASH! I don’t know how they concentrate. I’m just sitting here, watching a band, trying to consume the evening’s gallon of P.B.R., when all this shutterbuggery breaks my concentration. I’m a t AKA Lounge attempting to soak in southern sludge metal veterans ‘Vegan Butcher’ throw down and all I can focus on is FLASH! FLASH!

 

Yes, I understand that they’re a foursome of quite good looking, photogenic gentlemen, but still.

 

Thank fucking Christ I’m not epileptic.

 

Jason FronczekJason Fronczek, an Orlando24 original staff member, found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time and is currently doing a five year stretch at Polk Correctional. Everyone who knows him is as confident in his innocence as we are confident that the system is imperfect. He was overjoyed to hear of Orlando24's launch and success and surprised me with an article written on the backs of notes and visitation approval forms. Jay's learned a few things in the three years of his “extended assignment,” and he feels you should benefit from his experience should you find yourself on the wrong side of the fence.