Track List
1. Buju Banton - Destiny/ Politics Time Again
2. Gyptian - Serious Times 3. Coco Tea - Barack Obama
4. Capleton - That Day Wil Come
5. Bob Marley & The Wailers - Get Up, Stand Up
6 Lone Ranger/ Carlton Livingston - Walk With Love
7. Richie Spice - Youths Are So Cold 8. Tony Rebel - Teach The Children 9. Bob Marley & The Wailers - War
10. Crucial Robbie - Proud To Be Black
11. Freddie McGregor - I Was Born A Winner
Dennis Rodman was spotted last weekend at Bella Rose’s Black Sunday party with hairdresser in tow. Sporting head-to-toe Ed Hardy gear, dark sunglasses and an array of body piercings, Rodman arrived around 3 a.m. and made his way to the bar to order several ”Jaeger Bombs” for himself and a lady friend. Our source tells us Rodman wanted to check out Keith Paciello’s new club and was intrigued by Alexis Mincolla’s Black Sunday party. Rodman partied till the wee hours, was very friendly with fans and even posed for several pictures.
“I’m talkin’ about a bar, whiskey pure and Zen simple, conceived in the heat of a moment by two men burned out by too many tepid nights on a lukewarm town.”
“So while the latest crop of so-called club kingpins went in search of the next last reality show contestant, the people got it. See, what the comelatelies failed to realize is that real folk don’t play at reality, they live it. And if you want a joint where real folk congregate, you don’t fake it.”
“…on any given open evening, you’ll get better than you deserve. Provided, that is, you know where to go because there’s no velvet ropes and there’s no flashing sign to point you on your way. So it is poetry? I don’t know. But I will tell you that it’s a place where the Lost Generation of poets would feel right at home. If it takes a poetic analogy to make my point, so be it. And so be Bella Rose.”
John Hood, “By Any other Name: Bella Rose and the Poetry of Nightlife.” 944 Magazine, Oct 08.
Black Sundays at Bella Rose is not for the faint of heart. Once laid-back loungers step inside this dimly lit South Beach spot’s party, they can sense the “murder-mystery” vibe in the air. Indie-types hide beneath black top hats and vampy chicks smear on a little extra red lipstick while in line for a cocktail. Night crawlers who make this party their weekly haunt while getting lost in the sounds of The Cure and Depeche Mode. Better watch out: someone gets “whacked” at midnight (for the weekly slasher video, of course), and then the fun really begins.
It’s no surprise, then, that this locale boasts creepy drinks to match, such as the “blood-rimmed” Throat Slitter. Cocktail lovers will never see bourbon the same way again. (more…)
