Jan. 10, 1957. It’s a day in Las Vegas entertainment that should be celebrated, though probably a bit chilly to be observed in the proper manner.
Mike Weatherford
And who is this amid the parade of gloriously abstract animal costumes? A guy in a … bowler hat? With pasty, streaky makeup? Who looks just a whole lot like the bowler-hat mime dudes in “Mystere,” “O,” “Love,” “Believe” and “Le Reve”?
Redneck comedy secret No. 1: Jeff Foxworthy has written fart jokes for Larry the Cable Guy.
Back in 1980, a comic mystery called “Shear Madness” was so far ahead of the interactive curve that its local producer now hesitates to even use the i-word.
If Danny Gans was sad on the day he died, don’t blame Beyoncé or Whoopi Goldberg.
Producers are paying more to get into the skin game, giving customers better reasons to skip that shakedown at the strip club.
How long since you’ve been to Vegas, Alan Greenspan? Have I got some irrational exuberance for you!
He’s a "Lonely Man." He’s lonesome tonight. He’s down at the end of Lonely Street. He’s Trent Carlini and, well, you get the idea.
The war is on. A new discount ticket outlet has opened a few storefronts away from the signature outlet of the company that dominates the market.
It just had to be a false alarm when the Criss Angel building wrap started coming off the Luxor last week. Turns out the “Believe” sign is just being moved.
Look a little higher guys. Higher. Above the shoulders. There you go. See?
She’s singing.
Some partnerships are arranged at birth, like Flamingo headliners Donny and Marie Osmond.
Last week’s death of porn pioneer Marilyn Chambers excavated a showbiz artifact so forgotten it takes an archaeologist — or at least a microfilm reader — to find its remains.
Franco Dragone agrees no show in modern Las Vegas history has been tinkered with more than “Le Reve.”