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Just when Gomez thought Miami had officially seceded and become the new tassel-shoed capital of Latin America, along came the Ultra Music Festival over the weekend,
to make the city about as white as you can get without a dog-eared copy of a Carlos Castaneda book under one arm and a peyote button in your hand.

Ultra is a massive showcase for drum-and-bass electronica music, and a close scrutiny of the featured artists revealed that none of them were Latinos, or at least that they did not want to admit to it on the ultra home page. We suspect someone in Infected Mushroom is Latino. Everyone else we thought might have been Latino turned out to be Danish or from Paris. There was one Spaniard, Elio Riso, but we figure he shouldn't count.

Between 50,000 and 60,000 people showed up for the festival, all of them thrusting their pelvises (pelvi?) alone in a tracelike state that is best cultivated alone in one's bedroom in leafy northern suburbs. The only mention Gomez found of Latinos at Ultra was one attendee's online review referring to the cheapest food being sold by some Latino guy. Gomez wishes we'd been there to sell snow cones laced with ecstasy.

Gomez wonders if we are the only ones reminded of side cramps in step class from the early 1990s when we listen to Elio Riso. Gomez wonders why people think it is clever to call a self-loathing musical group Infected Mushroom. Gomez wonders whether repeating ourselves over and over could be a literary version of electronica. Gomez wonders whether repeating ourselves over and over could be a literary version of electronica. Gomez wonders whether repeating ourselves over and over could be a literary version of electronica. Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane...