When Las Vegas comedians get together for lunch, they must talk about really funny stuff, right? Must be like the Algonquin Round Table, or at least the Friars Club when Uncle Miltie still was around.
Mike Weatherford
It was another album for Sting, but a brand new career for Chris Botti.
Not too long ago, the director of “Criss Angel Believe” had some words of wisdom, which I now repurpose as a Thanksgiving-weekend family entertainment tip:
Entertainment has returned to the Silverton, but don’t get too used to where you find it.
If Donn Arden were alive he’d love this idea, love what we’re planning,” says Jerry Mitchell.
Going to see a hypnotist is a lot like buying a ticket for a football game. You know the rules, but not the outcome.
Bruce McCulloch says that whenever he tries to run with the prime-time TV herd, he can “get kind of beat down by explaining what is funny.”
Legends in Concert” is moving right next door, but it’s still a significant move after 25 years at the Imperial Palace.
It was one of those (far from rare) moments of repeating myself and hoping no one else standing near Irish magician Keith Barry had heard this rant before.
Every night, Kevin Burke performs "Defending the Caveman," a comic one-man play that expands the horizons of Las Vegas entertainment.
Show bargains offer at least a glint of silver lining in a dire economy. Echoing the months after the 9/11 terrorist attacks, locals have a buffet of discounts to choose from.
I’m talking to the biggest player in Las Vegas entertainment on the loading dock in back of Luxor, because it’s a place where he can smoke.