Whether you know it or not, if you listen to indie or hip-hop, nearly everything you hear these days has its roots in the productions of one man. Hyperbole? Perhaps. But it’s not far-fetched. Because two songs form a primary basis for both schools of music, and both came about…

Some people stumble into the DJ booth, others connive their way in, and a few even get there through bloodline. But there aren’t many head spinners who can lay claim to all three. Think about it: accident, hustle, and pedigree? That’s gotta be some fucking hat trick. Which makes DJ…

It’s hard to beat a dame whose name not only has its roots in Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice, but also conjures images of a certain Hollywood bombshell and her amnesia-soaked hit TV show. Then again, it seems that few chicks even try to penetrate the DJ circuit. Whether that’s…

If there were a DJ equivalent to the late, great Cuban bandleader Mario Bauza, it would have to be Miami’s DJ Le Spam. Like Bauza, Le Spam is renowned for bringing the sound of Cuba to folks who might never have heard it before. In Bauza’s case, it was in…

You probably know the story: The savior-soaked rock star Scott Stapp got arrested in 2006 at LAX airport, a day after marrying a former Miss New York here in Miami, at Vizcaya. But what you don’t know (unless you were there) is what went down at the wedding reception, when…

If Kid Galahad met Nam June Paik in a scratch-off, he might merge to become someone like DJ ICUE. Of course the Kid would have to be a lover, not a fighter, and ol’ Nam June might have to gear his visuals to the street rather than the museum. But…

The corner strip of clubs between Park West and Wynwood has long been the scene of some of Miami’s best DJ action, at venues such as White Room, PS14, and The Vagabond. But of the many DJs to have dropped beats where North Miami Avenue meets 14th Street, perhaps no…

If you’ve ever considered yourself a South Beach local, at one time or another you’ve been to Buck 15. Hell, you were probably there last night, which means you know the joint is located smack on the backside of Lincoln Road, and you have to already know where you’re going…

It doesn’t matter where you come from or where you’re headed — if you make the inner-city scene Saturday night, you make Back Door Bamby at The Vagabond. Why? Well, for one thing, because it’s a party with a pedigree, and there are damn few of those left anymore. And…

Anybody who has hit the Strip knows just how much action there can be on even a block or two. What you might not know is how much of that action is soundtracked by a single DJ. Whether you’re swinging at Rokbar or Skybar or the Florida Room, chances are…

Mokai, on any given Tuesday: Models and bottles. Kingpins and princesses. The odd cougar and her cub. Money. Power. Sex. And every player worth his game. Everybody’s in, everybody’s on, and everybody’s moving and shaking, swooning and swaying, to the wow now sound of DJ Ross One. See, this is…

Every once in awhile, I stumble upon a DJ who’s diggable in ways even I’ve never considered. Such was the case when I slipped into the Grove’s Butter Gallery for Alissa Christine’s photo show and got to hear the lady named Inga Ambrosia. First things first: Inga A. is not…

“I’m everything.” So says Johnny the Boy as we take a booth at Rosinella and begin the ol’ verbal heave-ho. Coming from any other nattily coiffed über-hipster, such a statement would be absurd, about as fat-headed as it gets. But coming from a boy like Johnny, the remark not only…

It’s doubtful that DJ Danny Daze digs the road above all else, but he sure seems to be on it a lot. Mondays at Tabu in Vegas, Saturdays at either Slide in San Francisco or Privilege in Pittsburgh — the cat is back and forth from the airport more times…

Whoever said nice guys finish last has obviously never had the pleasure of meeting Ray Milian, who’s definitely one of the nicest guys in DJdom. But don’t let the soft-speak fool you. For beneath that mild-mannered exterior lies the heart and the soul and the chops of a monster, a…