Michael Laygo, in a gleaming white blazer, sings “The Impossible Dream” and stretches “the un-r-e-a-c-h-able star” until the audience can hold its breath no more.
Mike Weatherford
So now we’re going to have two costumed rock “Legends”-type shows, with one of them moving back into the Harmon Theater, which filed for bankruptcy protection this week.
Bette Midler was braggin’ on her showgirls.
The Showgirl is almost gone, and it adds extra resonance to nearly everything Bette Midler says onstage.
Puppeteers hide behind their work, so there is no reason why you should know it’s Michael Curry who brought forth crab monsters from the sand in “Ka” or bunnies to terrorize Criss Angel in “Believe.”
The future of the Steve Wyrick Theatre is up in the air, but it’s pretty clear we won’t be calling it that anymore.
An entertainer was joking with me about what I’d do if newspapers go down the tubes. He suggested I become a consultant.
The down side of not looking your age? It’s surprising to hear Bette Midler say she’s tired.
It’s the ‘tude. Of course it is with David Spade, whose put-upon comedy of attitude finds punch lines where none should be.
Grandma Lee played the comedy club Bonkerz before “America’s Got Talent,” and that’s where she is again today through Saturday. But everything else has changed for her.
You had your looking back, and a drink or five, while saying good riddance to a nasty year.
A man (or woman) all alone on a stage, working with no safety net beyond talent, charisma and the good will generated by the effort.
Gather ’round kiddies, and I shall tell you a magical Christmas tale of a little boy who grew up to be a successful Las Vegas magician. (All the other “magical” tales here involve gambling.)
If you’re looking for fine words to close out the troubled 2000s, here’s a start: