Showing posts with label What it sounds like when doves cry. Show all posts
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Monday, August 17, 2009

Hangar 18

One night only, August 29, free Megadeth Tribute Band in Las Vegas! This is pretty much exactly what I wanted:


I say "pretty much" for two significant reasons.

1) Hangar 18 is the name of a song. There's no clever pun there. That could be forgiven if not for number 2 (and if the picture rocked harder).

Nice Try.
2) This is significant. They are playing at the Santa Fe Station Hotel and Casino. Never heard of it? That's because it's not even in Las Vegas - but in North Las Vegas on Rancho Road, near the corner of Boring and Whogivesashit (incidentally the names of most streets not named Las Vegas Blvd.).
So my hunt for a Purple Reign replacement in my life continues. Why'd you have to go all the way to Mandalay Bay on Sundays, Jason Tenner aka the flamboyant-gay-man-currently-pretending-to-be-the-artist-formerly-known-as-Prince? Hmm? Value your free time too much?

I just want some extra time, and your deeneeneeneeneeneeneeneenee,
cash!

I never thought I'd miss the Boardwalk.

R.I.P.


Monday, August 10, 2009

Purple Reign still ruling on the Strip!

Sadly, this staple of the glory days of the Boardwalk Hotel and Casino is now playing at the House of Blues at Mandalay Bay (so they cost money!). They only perform Sundays, which sucks for the Shooters; but may work out well for those that stick around through Monday. I like that they spell it "Reign". Get it? Prince? Oh well. Puns aren't for everyone.