My Night at Titanic Brewery

(Oliver Perez)

After a long week of staring at a block of words that refused to move without my input, I was drained. I began to doubt my ability as a creative to discern between quality and garbage. More concerning still, I began to doubt the purpose of my creative endeavors. Was I fated to a life of writing for the sake of reading my own words? Was this substance, of which I was ultimately proud, going to provide any value to the lives of others? Would anyone even read long enough to take a chance on my words?

It was from within this slump that I invited a friend out to Titanic Brewery & Restaurant to catch a show I’d heard about on Instagram. I was unfamiliar with the spot. Titanic Brewery is a small hole-in-the-wall which seems to have carved a niche for itself as a local pub with live music near the University of Miami. Social drinkers, developing musicians, and supportive friends and families gathered. My friend and I, fitting into none of these categories, paid our cover fee and took a chance anyways.

The night started with Tongue Tied, an alt rock band based out of Miami. Alex, the lead singer, was effortlessly personable, setting the audience at ease for the night ahead and breaking down some of the natural barrier between performer and spectator. Once the show properly started, my focus fully shifted. Erick, the band’s drummer, was an excellent example of versatility, providing supportive percussion for the most part while managing to shine in the more chaotic moments of the set. Marco was expert on the bass, weaving in with the guitar to weave melody both impossible and inevitable for each instrument alone. The real star, however, was Danny on guitar. Danny is a genuinely gifted guitarist. The tones weaved out of his strings were incredible to witness. This was combined with a level of experience and confidence I’d only seen before on stadium stages. At one point, Danny seemed to be exchanging guitars mid-song. As soon as he was back in action, I forgot all about it. Only after the song did Danny mention that a string on his original guitar had snapped, forcing a quick instrument swap. The night had only just started, but I was locked in.

Next came Serviette Love, an indie/alt band in and about South Florida. Mike, the vocalist, was also doing a great job at managing the audience’s energy levels. He was especially able to tune the audience to the precise frequency demanded of the song, riling up and slowing down as if he had us on a slider. As far as the actual performance, Serviette Love also announced their upcoming EP for summer 2024 with a sample of their upcoming music. Omar on bass, who I’d noticed earlier photographing Tounge Tied, combined with Nick and Deleon supporting on drums and guitar respectively, were able to bring their songs to life. Their performance of their single “Lately” was invigorating, while “Try And B Me” was performed with such compelling gusto it was hard not to dance along. There was a real feeling of unity coursing through the venue by the time Serviette Love ceded the stage.

Finally, the show was closed out by Stellar. Stellar is typically an indie rock trio, though this night the only attending member was Ronel on vocals and guitar. The performance was very lowkey, with Ronel’s solitary strumming pairing well with the romantic threads of the lyrics. Though the crowd began to thin when he initially took the stage, Ronel poured his heart out for a compelling and intimate performance. As the only performer, he was able to connect directly with the audience, taking time in brief interludes to let the scattered audience members in on his thought process regarding his performance. This toned-down performance ended with a sizable crowd near the end, with people rejoining to hear Ronel’s moving closing song. By the end, we were all left stirred by Ronel’s heartfelt dedication to the mantra: The show must go on.

By the end of the night, my friend and I hung around for a bit before making our way back home. On the car ride back, we discussed how this show had been a lovely reprieve from the mundanity of our day to day, and we ended up splitting a double Baconator. 

Despite any technical hiccups and weak cocktails, the performances put on at Titanic Brewery were rejuvenating. Titanic Brewery came alive that night with the pulsing spirit of earnest creativity, allowing artists of all mediums and supportive patrons to tap into a wealth of creative energy and passion. If your creative well runs empty, consider stopping in to your local dive bar.


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