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Posted by on Feb 10, 2014 in Blog, Music and Concert Reviews, Personal | 1 comment

Yesterday and Today: The Beatles at Washington Coliseum


There are places I remember,

all my life though some have changed.

Some forever not for better,

some have gone and some remain.


This is the story not so much of a band, as a building.  A building with memories.

Take a ride on Amtrak’s Metroliner from New York City to Washington, D.C.  After about a three-and-a-half hour journey you’ll pull into Union Station, a ten-minute walk from the U.S. Capitol Building.

Just as the train begins to slow down and coasts into the depot, an ugly rust-colored structure barely comes into view.  It seems hardly worth noticing, except for the arches.  Now blanketed in graffiti, it’s what we call an eyesore.

That shell of an old building along the eastern wall of the Washington rail yard deserves a better fate than it’s been given.  Instead, it’s a victim of urban blight and gross neglect, forgotten a long time ago by just about everyone.  Now it’s an empty tomb, barren except for the ghostly memories of what happened inside fifty years ago on the night of February 11, 1964.

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Posted by on Dec 30, 2013 in Blog, Las Vegas, Music and Concert Reviews | 0 comments

Zarkana is Like Eating Last Night’s Leftovers




Zarkana is the latest production in Cirque du Soleil’s wildly-popular global franchise which combines extraordinary acrobatic feats with live original music and the art of dance.

Playing two shows nightly Thursday-Monday at the Aria in Las Vegas, ticket prices range from $81 to $176, with regular discounts given for locals (just show a Nevada drivers license for a 25 percent discount).  Marieta and I saw last Friday night’s show, which was two days after Christmas.

The auditorium is aptly named the Zarkana Theater and is magnificent, with plush comfortable seating.  There isn’t a bad seat in the house.  Moreover, the newly-designed theater is easily accessible from parking and exits, a rarity for high-dollar shows on the Las Vegas Strip.  Everywhere else it’s like the primarily objective is to pull patrons inside the casino and then make it as confusing as possible to get out.  Like they want you to gamble, or something.  But I digress.

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Posted by on Dec 29, 2013 in Blog, Las Vegas, Music and Concert Reviews | 1 comment

Why Britney Spears Matters




 ”While the show’s producers claim Spears is singing along with backing tracks of her own voice, there was little evidence Britney sang a note live.”    

Rolling Stone (Online) on Britney Spears’ debut show at Planet Hollywood on December 27, 2013


We all knew this moment of horror was coming.  Like pending doom.

It was just a matter of time before image finally superseded reality.  Just a matter of time when lipsynched lyrics and dance-infused schlock kicked the art of live performance to the curb.  After all, they’ve already faked the National Anthem at a Presidential Inauguration.  So, fooling a bunch of ass-kissing sycophants with comped tickets at a casino should be super easy.

And wearing the jackboots, gyrating behind all the smoke and mirrors, is none other than pop princess Britney Spears, who according to at least two sources DIDN’T SING A SINGLE NOTE ALL NIGHT LONG in her hit-and-miss-and-miss-and miss debut show at Planet Hollywood, which premiered last Friday night.  That’s right, citing overnight reviews by Rolling Stone (SOURCE LINK) and the Los Angeles Times (SOURCE LINK), every vocal pitch from Spears’ glossy lips was probably prerecorded.  Oh, it sure looked like she was singing live — given she was hitched up to a microphone headset and mouthing the suggestive lyrics like a pro.  Believe what you want.  As they say, fools rush in.

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Posted by on Dec 9, 2013 in Blog, Music and Concert Reviews | 2 comments

Andrea Bocelli’s Marvelous Performance at the Hellhole Called the MGM




Andrea Bocelli has taken his rightful place as the world’s premier tenor.

It’s too bad he chooses to play in a venue that has all the charm of a giant slaughterhouse.  More on the MGM Grand, a junction of chaos and confusion towards the end of this review.

With Luciano Pavarotti’s passing six years ago, and Placido Domingo now in the twilight of his years as a stage performer, befittingly the torch has since been passed to the next operatic maestro in line, the unquestionable equal of his two highly-revered predecessors, both in charisma and global transcendence.

Now at age 55, Bocelli is in his prime.  Accordingly, he’s a virtuoso who takes his responsibilities seriously as a master (some might say — protector) of the classics.  Undeniably, he’s become the world’s vocal gold standard, the next tenor in an exemplary lineage of maestros which initially began with Enrico Caruso nearly a century ago as the first modern-age performer, crooning many of the same arias which continue to mesmerize multiple generations across borders in so many different languages.  Music is the universal language — something Bocelli seems to not only to know, but cherish as fact.

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Posted by on Dec 3, 2013 in Blog, Music and Concert Reviews | 7 comments

Some Career Advice for Eminem


The 52nd Annual GRAMMY Awards - Show


I’ve got some career advice for the rapper who calls himself “Eminem.”

That advice is as follows — hang it up.


I’ve just walked into my hotel room from a night out on the town and managed to catch his latest musical “performance,” on NBC’s Saturday Night Live.  I assure you, this was completely by accident.  Not watching Eminem, mind you.  I’m talking about tuning into Saturday Night Live.

Before I could reach for the remote control, I learned that he was the “guest star” of the show that night.  “Coming up next:  Eminem!”  Naturally, I had to watch out of morbid curiosity.  I’d never watched him perform before.  I figured it was sort of like rubbernecking a bad car crash.  Well, it was kinda’ like that — only I would have been much more interested in the auto wreck, especially if there were injuries.

Here’s the deal.  Basically, the dude comes out and jumps around a stage for six minutes wearing a puffy winter coat and screams into a microphone.  That’s it.  No structure.  No emotion.  No soul.  Hell, I could barely understand a single word he was saying.

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