Remember when Blink-182 spent its time writing songs about having sex with dogs and grandparents and thinking of things that rhyme with dysentery?
Music
The organizers of the Sin City Soul & Blues Revival call it the “most comfortable blues festival on the planet” thanks to 40-plus bands on “two air-conditioned stages plus one at the Rio’s fabulous pool!”
Sure we’d all rather see John Fogerty, and it’s good he’s out playing again.
If you were to play that “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon” game with Steve Lukather instead, “we wouldn’t get past two (degrees) my friend,” he says.
“An Evening in Hell.” That’s the thematic motif, and title, of Motley Crue’s forthcoming residency at The Joint, the band’s second at the venue, which will attempt to live up its name in the most literal sense.
Even someone as brilliant as yourself can get even more brilliant-er. With this in mind, I thought I’d provide a handy glossary of terms often used in these parts to further sharpen your musical vocabulary.
Sept. 11 isn’t a date with good connotations for most people. But it’s Mickey Hart’s birthday, and he’s been living with that for 70 years.
Thrash metal icons Slayer savage The Joint at the Hard Rock Hotel on Oct. 25, with Gojira and 4arm. Tickets start at $39.50 and go on sale at 10 a.m. Friday at The Joint box office, 4455 Paradise Road, and Ticketmaster outlets.
It’s that special time of year when class is back in session.
It seems counterintuitive to question the impulse that has erected billion-dollar properties in this city, that has put roller coasters on rooftops and waterfalls in nightclubs.
It was a packed concert hall and a teenager’s bedroom rendered as one, if only for an evening.
He was camouflaged in flesh, hidden behind behinds.
Oh Wikipedia, thanks for conjuring up a dozen random and ridiculous Elvis Presley/Lil Wayne comparisons. Why? Wayne just passed Elvis as the male with the most entries on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.
It all began with that bell, tolling in a thunderstorm somewhere, definitely at night, its ominous, foreboding clang suggestive of rain-slicked tombstones, black masses beneath moonless skies and a bunch of gargoyles doing gargoyle stuff.
If there was an NCAA men’s basketball-style tournament to crown the nerdiest band of all time, Coheed and Cambria would be a lock for the final four.