It might be spring fever, but there’s something in the air besides pollen and it smells a little like — could it be? — creativity.
Mike Weatherford
Give me a minute to adjust expectations here.
Veronic DiCaire was coached on her Celine Dion impression by a true expert.
Kevin Burke has performed “Defending the Caveman” so many times, it was almost too easy to break a world’s record.
So the devil slides into the booth of an all-night diner on Sunset Boulevard near the Comedy Store circa 1984, and slaps a contract down on a coffee stain in front of an aspiring young comic.
It’s been 27 years since their last show and they’re already talking about hanging it up again?
Anyone who knows certain blinged-out magicians in Las Vegas also knows their blinged-out manager.
Why does Las Vegas never disappoint? Because June brings us the dancing drag of “Priscilla Queen of the Desert” and then, a week later, “America’s Favorite Dumb Blonde,” who would be one Terry Bradshaw.
So basically, it has reached the point where not even the people selling the show tickets expect you to pay full price.
What Las Vegas performer is not in the race to score a nonscripted TV show? But the winner — or at least, the one getting to a significant stepping stone — is a relative newcomer to the Strip.
