At the Rio, Jalles Franca gives us what you might call the fan-fiction fantasy version of Michael Jackson in ‘MJ Live!’
Mike Weatherford
Yes, Life Was Beautiful last weekend. But what about the other 363 days a year, when 60 bands aren’t playing downtown?
“Wow, this stuff just writes itself!” marvels the Chardonnay-soaked author of a soon-to-be best-seller in “Spank! The Fifty Shades Parody.”
Life mirrors art. Or art mirrors drive-in classics. Either way, this “Zombie Burlesque” is starting to sound like a Roger Corman production.
Tommy Wind says it was quite an experience to see pop legend Stevie Wonder perform on the stage of the theater where he was to relaunch his own magic show on Wednesday.
Watching the opening number of “Fantasy” the other night, I realized at least one thing hasn’t changed over the years: They still dance on lighted staircases.
Shania Twain was very matter of fact, speaking more with a tone of frustration than a “poor me” attitude, when she spoke to youngsters at Tom Williams Elementary School.
Fred Harmon, who oversees marketing and entertainment at the Tropicana, says he and some collaborators were brainstorming about what to put in a showroom that has been sitting there, beautifully remodeled and quite empty, since February.
If you weren’t paying attention, it may still come as a surprise that a cappella singing has moved from nerd club to the gym. If you start towel-snapping the five pumped-up singers of Mo5aic, you better be ready for a swirlie in return.
“Jersey Boy” Jeff Leibow laughs when he says Sunday’s “NF Hope Concert” — the third he has organized to battle neurofibromatosis — will have his performer friends “dressed in significantly more clothing” than when many of them last gathered to roast drag star Frank Marino.
Responding to an audience question during his Planet Hollywood Resort show, Meat Loaf recalls a promise he made to Italian horror director Dario Argento about an acting role: “I’ll give you everything I’ve got.”
Next Wednesday at least, the KriStef Brothers will be genuine Vegas stars, playing to 7,000 seats in the MGM Grand Garden.
It sure did seem like a long walk from the center of The Orleans stage to its wings.
The new disco-Abba tribute “Dancing Queen” made me realize Las Vegas no longer forces me to spend a lot of time thinking about camp, and whether it’s better when it’s knowing or unintentional.
