Troy Burgess lives a charmed life in Las Vegas.
Mike Weatherford
Yes, Life Was Beautiful last weekend. But what about the other 363 days a year, when 60 bands aren’t playing downtown?
Watching the opening number of “Fantasy” the other night, I realized at least one thing hasn’t changed over the years: They still dance on lighted staircases.
Are you ready to party?
The court feud over the entertainment offered in a nightclub called The Act reminds me of a favorite “Beavis and Butt-head” quote: “That was beyond the limits of good taste.”
“Peepshow” is set to close today. But fear not, fans of topless casino entertainment. Angela Stabile is watching out for you.
I saw “Ka” again Tuesday under circumstances nobody wanted, but no tragedy could take away what I would describe as the limitless feeling it still inspires.
“Priscilla Queen of the Desert” turned out to be a very bad idea with a good one still wrapped inside its dress. At least, Broadway fans should hope so.
Man wearing dress. Mystic space between heaven and Earth? Or cheap hotel with no ballroom?
“It’s a thrill to see the birth of an artist,” says Rene Angelil.
I knew what Earl Turner was doing Tuesday night: watching his son Aaron tap his way into the top 20 of the Fox competition “So You Think You Can Dance.”
Smart tourists in any town should ask, where do the locals hang? Where do you go when you get off work?
After interviewing David Copperfield for a feature you can read next week, talk drifted to Las Vegas showrooms — the physical venues themselves.
Las Vegas used to be monotheistic, embracing the Church of Elvis. But Michael Jackson is the new deity in town.
I wasn’t even in Las Vegas last Sunday night. And if I was, I probably would have been turning in and not down at the Plaza at 11 p.m.
