Mike Weatherford
He didn’t offer Barbra Streisand $100 million. And The Who still need coaxing. But the president of AEG Live has faith in the “resident headliners” that brought star policy back to the Strip in the 2000s.
All kinds of people love Elvis, and “Viva Elvis” is all kinds of show. It starts off like the theme park revues they used to have at Six Flags, where you came in from the hot sun to salute the “Fabulous ’50s,” with wholesome collegiates wearing frozen smiles rocking around a giant juke box in pastel poodle skirts.
Sex appeal is highly subjective and personal, so interpret this as you will:
Anita Mann was in for a surprise when she saw the first preview of “Viva Elvis.”
Most entertainers crave your affection. The Amazing Johnathan flips you off. More than once.
Most people don’t know him as anyone but George. And now he wants us to call him Donny?
Carlos Santana isn’t even moved in yet — he’s still just house-hunting in Las Vegas — but already proving a model citizen.
Last Sunday’s column noted the long dry spell awaiting Las Vegas entertainment: Forget about big-buck investments in splashy new shows. This week, it’s only fair to note the flip side: Being broke doesn’t mean you can’t still be creative.
Sometimes, the problem with a good idea is that it’s so good, everyone else has it, too. Then it’s all about who can make it work.