There’s an old saying on the Strip: “It ain’t a show without a gaucho.”
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“Divorce Party Las Vegas,” a new cabaret musical in the cool Windows Showroom at Bally’s, is one of many bouncing around the country.
Priced out of Cirque du Soleil’s big “One Night for One Drop” benefit last year? Friday brings a second chance, with entry-level tickets going for less than a prime Celine Dion seat.
Onstage she is Jenny Arata, half of a breathtakingly dangerous variety act known as the Skating Aratas.
Country music fans will have the new High Roller observation wheel to steer them to this year’s events surrounding the Academy of Country Music awards, but they will need to show up with some cash. And not show up on Fremont Street, unless they are willing to settle for less-famous bands.
Red Rock Resort has announced a series of concerts planned for the outdoor Sandbar pool area.
Eric Jordan Young has done a show on the Strip more than 2,000 times for four years now, but no one is calling him a Las Vegas headliner. That’s the next thing he’d like to be.
Of course, Cirque du Soleil wants you to see all of its Las Vegas shows. Knock yourself out, I’m sure they would say.
The Riviera always had a crazy number of show venues for what its room count and location could support. So don’t be surprised to learn it’s on the way back to hosting seven or eight titles again.
The Amazing Johnathan has already cheated death a few times, one Sunday afternoon in particular.
These are the Jacksons, not the Jackson 5. And they are the Jacksons in their mid-50s to early-60s, without their lead singer. But it doesn’t take long for the open-minded to realize it is possible to be a new group and an old one at the same time.
From wedding to divorce in one hour? Hey, it’s Vegas.
It’s clearly not about production values, as a hand-held camera follows four magicians around the interior of your standard-issue Las Vegas apartment.
If you get to “X Burlesque” early, there’s a preshow video in which Howard Stern asks the same question I always used to ask. “Who goes to burlesque shows?”
Don’t think you can just pay 10 bucks for the new DVD of Terry Fator’s Mirage show and save the other $65 on a show ticket because it’s going to be the same thing.
If you write a song about Las Vegas, you gotta go big.
If you wonder why Criss Angel’s arm’s in a stylish black sling, or why the show title has changed from “Believe” to “Magicjam” for the next month or so, he shows us “eight seconds of pretty gross stuff” to explain it.
Criss Angel has escaped building implosions and hung from helicopters by hooks in his back. So returning to the relative safety of his home stage at Luxor is no problem, with just one caveat: “I just can’t fall.”
Judy Craymer nods toward a “Mamma Mia!” poster on the wall of the Tropicana Las Vegas VIP suite that hosted her visit last week.
What’s the difference between a “locals” show and a “tourist” show? “Pawn Shop Live!” helps us figure it out. The real line of demarcation is how feasible it is to catch a buzz at 4 p.m.
Olivia Newton-John was just a pen stroke away from signing a deal to perform at the Flamingo when her sister was diagnosed with brain cancer last year.
“I forgot what a weird job I have,” says Enoch Augustus Scott.
Former showgirls return to help longest-running show in town say goodbye to its first 32 years.
New entertainment complex plans to be more club, less concert hall in its bookings.
Tired of waiting for a “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies” movie? There’s a Las Vegas show which at least offers a taste of how “Cabaret”-with-zombies would mash up.