Cheap Trick has spent most of its career in the shadow of the Beatles, but sometimes you gotta draw the line.
Mike Weatherford
There is a presidential seal on the podium of George Wallace’s stage. It might be a head-scratcher to those who don’t remember one of many promotional campaigns over the past six and a half years at the Flamingo Las Vegas.
An entertainer was joking with me about what I’d do if newspapers go down the tubes. He suggested I become a consultant.
A night in the new B.B. King’s Blues Club won’t always include a potential jam session with Buddy Guy, Robert Cray and Willie Nelson, though it could happen at the club’s grand opening Friday.
They say there is a book in everyone’s life story. But you’d rather read some than others.
Let’s Make A Deal” could be the best thing to happen to the Tropicana since, oh, a new operator came onboard in July to helm a $125 million face-lift.
In some ways, he’s got it easy. People seem to set the bar so low for Carrot Top, it’s not hard to clear it.
Antonio Restivo doesn’t sing, at least not onstage. And that’s too bad, because man, that dude looks like the god of heavy metal incarnate.
You don’t have to go far at the Flamingo Las Vegas to remind Josh Huslig that a cappella isn’t quite the coolest musical genre.