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A common superstition for horse race gamblers is to never look at your ticket after you buy it (Las Vegas: Behind the Tables)
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It’s man behind the scenes shit that fascinates me. As far back as I can remember I’ve always been interested in what’s behind that “Employees Only” door. That interest was only further exacerbated when I fell in love with Disney. I love what they produce at the front of the house but what’s going on behind the curtain to make said magic. @Maverickhelicaptures an arial view of the Flamingo but despite how good that looks, I can’t help but zoom in and look at the stuff on those roof tops. Not only is Flamingo’s undercarriage on display, so is Drai’s at Cromwell. Although Cromwell’s roof is designed as a public space so you won’t find the bones of the operation on rooftop display. If I wasn’t such a rule follower I’d attempt to breach security just to see what I could see before they caught me. However just the idea of getting caught makes me anxious so no worries casino security, I’ll continue to admire from a far
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Cirque Du Soleil celebrated “O’s” 11,000 performance this week, bringing you over a decade of acrobatic shrinkage
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This week’s winner by @_GrandpaD captures something you don’t often see from neon signs in Vegas, scale. Here we see maintenance doing the lords work replace neon tubes in the signage. By doing so, we get a perspective that is rarely seen in this new world of LED signage. This sign is massive and if they ever close, I really hope the Neon Museum has the inside track to not only save but display this, one of the most beautiful neon signs in Las Vegas
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Let’s talk about Rouge at the Strat. (And it’s Rouge as in “blush,” not Rogue as in “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story.”)
Some words about the showroom. It’s on the 2nd level, almost directly above where you line up to take the elevator up to the skypod. When we entered, an usher did the typical “let’s see your tickets so we can walk you to your seats” thing, but it was kind of weird because they had performers spread all through the audience; including right next to these ushers. The performers were dressed in these really extravagant costumes - probably the best costumes of the whole show - and they were kind of leering at us in a way that was probably meant to be sexy? Honestly it kind of threw me off, because I’m trying to show the usher my ticketing information on my phone, but I’m also looking at this person in a leather corset who’s next to me licking their lips. I mean, normally that’s not a bad thing, but I felt like my attention was kind of pulled two different ways.
Let’s talk about the show itself. There’s an emcee, who struck me as kind of a poor-man’s Gazillionaire (from Absinthe). He seemed like he was trying to come across as this vaudeville showman but his jokes, phony French accent, and porn-stache made a lot of the humor land in more of a sleazy way rather than a naughty way. It’s a fine line, I know.
The other wierd-as-fuck bit was a whole horse vignette, where performers had on bridles and shoes that looked like hooves. I am not making this up. I was too busy WTF-ing through this whole portion to be the slightest bit aroused.
No discussion of an adult review show in Vegas is complete without talking about the eye-candy. I know
Okay, on to the Audience Fuckery Factor, or A.F.F. As a member of the audience how much do you have to worry about being fucked with by the performers? Some people don’t mind a little audience participation, some people are mortified if a microphone is pointed in their general direction. Here's the Audience Fuckery Factor for Rouge in a nutshell: if you sit in the front half of the theater, there is a good chance you may be singled out. At one point, Emcee Sleazeball walked through the audience and asked audience members what their favorite position was. There was a guy in a cowboy hat in the front row who was repeatedly picked on throughout the show. Also, if you wear a cowboy hat and sit in the front row, you're kind of asking for it. He seemed like a good sport.
You can find Josh on twitter @vegasjaydubs
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The International, better known as the Hilton and currently known as Westgate, was specifically designed to attract families and conventioneers
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It’s been considered the worst eye sore in Vegas history, similar to its predecessor the Landmark. The big blue building known as Fountainbleau, then various other names as new ownership groups attempted to rebrand the property while not making any actual progress to finish the project, is now officially the Fountainbleau again. Its progress to completion is easily visable to the eye and once again, north strip has a pulse. Signage has been installed and the original owners are once again the driving force behind this project. @meltzVegaspicture shows progress and the signage reinforces that she is coming in the 1st quarter of 2023. Led by the people who dreamed her up, its exciting to know that the original visionaries are at the wheel again, 15 years after breaking ground on the project.
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NYE 2022-23 will have fireworks launched from 8 strip resorts. They are Aria, Caesars Palace, MGM Grand, Planet Hollywood, The Strat, Treasure Island, Venetian and Resorts World. It will take five days for 66 pyrotechnicians to install the fireworks (RJ)
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In a city where mega resorts rule the landscape, never has a property done so much with so little. 4.4 acres is all the land that Cosmopolitan resides on. Granted, it cost as much as a mega resort with a 3.9 billion dollar price tag but still. Its clear the future of the strip is in properties like this and Cromwell, boutique hotels doing more with less. @maverickhelicaptures the property in ways only it can. Seriously need to get off our ass and take a helicopter ride around the city
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The Neon Museum offers tour scripts in several languages: Chinese, French, German, Portuguese and Spanish
The scripts are printed on reusable plastic booklets that visitors can borrow for free then return (VitalVegas)
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It was really inevitable. How can the city claim to be the entertainment capital of the world and not have sports in the list of available options? We are halfway there with the addition of the hocky and football. Just basketball and baseball to go to complete the collection so many cities around the states have. When and where is still up for debate but close to the strip is a solid bet. @Maverickheli highlights sports addition to the famous skyline. Las Vegas is finally becoming what it has coveted for so long, respect as a legit big city.
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So before I get into this review, a few disclaimers:
Now, to be fair, I like crooners. But when I say that, I mean that I like the Rat Pack. To me, a pleasant evening is cooking dinner with Sinatra and Martin on the stereo and a glass of bourbon within reach. If I could see any concert ever in history, it would be Sinatra and the rest of the Rat Pack performing one of the Summit shows in the Copa Room at the Sands while they filmed the original Ocean's 11. But I have never considered myself a Wayne Newton fan.
What brought me to see Wayne Newton recently was what the kids call the FOMO, the Fear Of Missing Out. Like it or not, Vegas is synonymous with change, and like it or not, the legacy of Wayne Newton is inextricably woven into Vegas forever. So even if I did not consider myself a fan of Wayne Newton, I had to admit that he was a living Las Vegas legend, and someday (maybe sooner than we would like) the chance to see that legend perform in the flesh might be gone. As a fan of Vegas and a frequent patron of Vegas entertainment, I almost felt what can best be described as an obligation to see Wayne Newton perform.
As I mentioned before, Wayne Newton, Up Close and Personal is now performing at Bugsy’s Cabernet, which is a small venue located in the center of the Flamingo gaming floor. The venue is also used for X-Burlesque, but you enter the theater through different doors for the different productions, making it seem like they are different venues and that the tuxedo-wearing, living legend isn’t sharing a performance space with a titty show. The size of the theater was a plus for me, because the small room ensured that we could see him well. It truly was “Up Close and Personal.”
As we waited in line to get into the theater, we couldn’t help but wonder what we were getting into. We’re in our mid-forties, but we were by far the youngest people in line. Was everyone here for Wayne Newton, or had we accidentally stumbled across the Matlock Fan Convention? Ha ha! Old people…
When most of the audience was seated, a woman stood up in front and introduced herself as the hostess. She essentially instructed us to stand up and applaud when Wayne sang his final song of the evening. I’ve seen a lot of shows, but I’ve never been told that I need to give a standing ovation. This irritated me, but it was quickly forgotten. The curtains opened, the 3-piece band began to play, and the man himself stepped out and began to sing.
Okay, so I’m just going to cut to the chase here. His voice is not great right now. Don’t get me wrong; he sings better than I do. It’s not awful to hear, but we’re a long way from the gravel mixed with maple syrup sounds he had in the past (for example, in Vegas Vacation). I was actually fine with this, because he’s still an incredible showman. You can tell when you see him live that he has cultivated the art of interacting with the audience. He was pointing at people in the audience he recognized, smiling and waving hello between lines of his songs. This is what I wanted! This is what I paid to see: that old school, still a small town, anyone-can-show-up feeling of old Vegas lounge and dinner shows. At one point, he stops the show to acknowledge his friend in the audience, impressionist Rich Little, who currently performs at the Tropicana. Newton reminisces about their long friendship, and times performing together decades ago at the Frontier. It reminds me of Dean Martin saying hello to Lucille Ball in the crowd at the Copa Room. It’s not the same level of celebrity, but it's the same kind of warmth and familiarity that’s tough to find in live entertainment.
The show itself is structured like VH1 Storytellers. Newton sings a song, then tells a story. He plays a video of himself playing an instrument at age 15, then demonstrates that he can still deftly play the same instrument. Fun fact: Wayne Newton can play 13 different instruments, but cannot read music. He plays by sound.
Speaking of enthralled, the number of elderly women collectively but only figuratively losing their shit because they were getting to see Wayne Newton was both hilarious and fascinating. If I should end up at a Justin Timberlake concert in my late 70’s, will there be women of my generation going insane and throwing their Depends at him on the stage? We can only hope… I honestly was not mentally prepared for the women who were going nuts because he sang a certain song. Picture all these geriatric groupies, eyes closed and hands waving slowly in the air like members of a mega-church, and this is all because Wayne Newton is singing “Red Roses for a Blue Lady.”
Something else I want to mention is the cool montage at the beginning of the show which showed all the Vegas marquees over the years with Wayne Newton’s name on them. Newton began his Vegas career at the age of 15, performing 5 shows a night at the Fremont. He had to leave the property between sets, because as a minor he wasn’t allowed to hang out there. Since then, he has headlined at the Stardust, the Desert Inn, both MGM Grands, the Frontier, the Sands, Caesars Palace, and was even an owner of the original Aladdin. Over the years, he has performed over 30,000 shows in Vegas and released more than 100 albums.
I’ve started including the A.F.F., or Audience Fuckery Factor in these reviews. That is where we discuss how much you need to worry about being accidentally included in the show. I think I can safely say that unless you know Wayne Newton personally, or unless you count being asked to take part in a standing ovation, the A.F.F. for Wayne Newton, Up Close and Personal is minimal. He’s not going to Ellen Griswold you, people.
To sum up our experience, I still don’t think of myself as a Wayne Newton fan per se, but I definitely have a much greater appreciation and respect for him. He shook Sinatra’s hand, he’s a Las Vegas treasure, and absolutely deserves a standing ovation; no prompting necessary.
At the time of this review, Wayne Newton, Up Close and Personal is live at Bugsy’s Cabaret at the Flamingo at 7:00 pm on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Tickets start at $86, and we always appreciate it when you click the Vegas.com referral link here or on the website.
You can find Josh on twitter @vegasjaydubs
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