Some people enjoy their work so much, they’d do it even if they didn’t get paid. Summerlin-area resident Karan Feder is one such person.
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Attend “Seth” Carlos Mongrut’s performance, and you may come away with more than an appreciation for music. Mongrut said he wants his poetry, music and dialogue with the audience to further a sense of connectedness. It’s a sense of brotherhood he said he’s felt since converting to Judaism.
You don’t have to be German American to come to Jazz Night Tuesdays at the German-American Social Club of Nevada, 1110 E. Lake Mead Blvd., but it does raise the price of admission from the $2 members pay to a whopping $7, which really isn’t much for three hours of jazz by seasoned performers.
Most people imagine the life of a stand-up comic as a long series of anonymous hotel rooms and performing endless one-night gigs in dingy clubs with brick walls. Vinnie Favorito has been performing almost exclusively in Las Vegas since 2003. “It’s awesome,” Favorito said. “I have a great family and a great support system. Now I have a new family, (Red Mercury Entertainment). I’ve never been with such a professional crew as I am now. I’ve never been with a group that really cares the way this one does.”
The first Las Vegas International Juried Art Competition drew 207 artists entering more than 350 individual pieces of art.
Steve Horlock envisions a world where global warming has driven man further indoors and animals reclaim nature.
In a retail landscape littered with the never-to-be reanimated corpses of comic shops that have come and gone, Alternate Reality Comics has become a rare commercial survivor and Ralph Mathieu the unofficial godfather of Southern Nevada’s comic book universe.
“Turquoise Chief”, as he goes by, owns a the store A Traders Turquoise Chief at 1000 Charleston Blvd. in Las Vegas.
After a calm, clear day, the night’s wind and thick dust turned Black Rock City into an otherworldly post-apocalyptic scenescape in Northern Nevada.
At his camp, called “The Outback,” at the outer edge of Black Rock City, Michael Mikel cradles his plastic yellow mug on an overcast morning at this year’s festival and reflected on how it all began.