I went to Churchills in Miami last night with our friend Mike to see Jesse Jackson and Raffa and Rainer.  It was a good time. 

Churchills, for those of you who don't know, is right smack dab in the middle of Little Haiti.  You have to pay some crack head to "watch" your car in the parking lot.  It's just awesome. It is, however, actually a pretty cool bar.  It is also Hispanic indie kid central. 

After being away from Miami for a while, I forgot this.  I love it.  There was also a litle record store attached to the bar.  "Hey mang, ju got day new Arcade Fire?" 

The bartender we had was kinda cute from a distance until we realized she had a bona-fide soul patch on her lower lip.  I'm talking full on goatee-bit.  Then, we spent the rest of the night trying to figure out if she was actually a guy.  It is Miami, after all.

So, we sat on the back porch, which was kinda cool, kinda like CG's porch, but Little Haiti is outside.  Evidently, the owner, an authentic Brit, lives in a house adjacent to the bar!  Can you imagine?  Why would anyone move from England to Little Haiti?  But then, why would anyone move from England to open a bar in Little Haiti?

The 2nd band was a Spanish hard rock band with a lead singer who looked like she escaped from Miami Seaquarium.  This girl was trying to get all intense and growl into the mic, but she was just too damn hilarious looking to be taken seriously.

Jesse's set was pretty awesome.  He's just a great songwriter. 

During it, however, a bunch of chismosas were talkng really loudly behind us.  At one point, I heard one yell "chees (she') going to get us empanadas," about their friend who left.  Evidently, she had the empanadas in her car.  and she brought them in for her group to share.

ahhhh, Miami.

I do miss it sometimes, but bandwise, leaving it was the best decision we ever made.