Las Vegas is a pretty crazy place. Aside from the fact that the city siphons a large part of the Colorado River each year to keep up with its consumption demands, uses a disproportionate amount of resources (though their sustainability efforts are supposedly improving), and didn't seem to much care about recycling: the drink prices are super high! Really, everything is more. Drinks cost as much as entrées, entrées are buffets, and when you order coffee, they bring a whole pot.
Luckily, away from the pricey hotels/casinos, we found a place with $2 well drinks at happy hour, and the day was completely saved (if only the Colorado River could quench its thirst at happy hour)! Next, we discovered that in an area of town called Old Vegas, things were cheaper, (black jack) dealers were friendlier, and there was a band playing Black Sabbath on electric cellos in the middle of the street. I would recommend Old Vegas.
It was back in New Vegas, though, that we saw Le Rêve (The Dream). It was an amazing play at the ridiculously balling Wynn hotel that made use of a circular pool-stage in the middle of the arena. The actors performed Cirque du Soleil-style acrobatics, and magic tricks, on fantastically ornamented props like artificial trees, floating tables, giant bells, and tiered platforms—all of which emerged from the water throughout the play. Athletic feats like handstands and flips, and bravery like high-dives into small areas, and a 90-foot drop from the rafters into the pool would have been enough to impress me, but the acting was also quite good.
Without words, the actors worked through a plot that follows a young woman after being presented a flower by a prospective lover. She then falls asleep, and her dreams are played out on the aquatic stage. There are demons, good guys, and some goofy suited dudes in swimming caps. In the end, she accepts the flower, and they retreat to a white bed which was lifted through a hole in the ceiling. Intercourse was heavily inferred.
Don't forget! The awesome Jerick Hoffer and the Hedwig Band are playing tonight at the Sunset!
Get a sneak peek at the cast of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, playing January 15-27 at the Moore Theatre. Jerick Hoffer (Hedwig) and the show's band, The Angry Inch, will play a special rock show at the Sunset Tavern in Ballard on Monday, January 7. The band will play selections from the show's musical score by Stephen Trask plus a few additional glam-rock masterpieces.
Doors at 7pm // $6 (21+ only w/ I.D.) Sunset Tavern, 5433 Ballard Avenue NW
Attention, Implied Violence fans! Genius Award Winner and performance savant Mandie O'Connell (formerly one of the big cheeses behind the wildly successful Seattle-based experimental theater company Implied Violence) has just formed a new project out of Berlin called La Mission.
La Mission is a record label, a performance group, a cult, a community, a situationist art gang, and an awesome way to spend your time (and some of your money). In 2012 and 2013, La Mission will release five records by Beaner (cult leader/garbage mill/El Jefe). These releases will be celebrated with an experimental performance by Mandie O’Connell/Knuckle Cartel (co-cult leader/Headmistress/Naked Mennonite) and are accompanied by a satirical cult tract/hymn book edited by ethno-musicologist and PhD (the Techno Doctor) Luis Manuel-Garcia.
If you watch the "Sophisticated Booty Call" video above, you will find that they are currently crowd-sourcing for the physical releases and live performances that will accompany their initial debut. (For a mere $7, you get inducted in with a brand new cult membership card and La Mission's Digital Theme Song download. With a contribution of more than 5K, they fly to your location and throw you a private secret society/cult coming-of-age initiation fest with your closest friends, and provide a L.M. themed Quinceañera dress or yarmulke-n-tallit.)
One of my favorite live-entertainment experiences of the year was Bed Snake at Washington Ensemble Theater. I reviewed it, then Suggested it, then recommended it again in our Bumbershoot guide. And now I'm here on the Line Outs, saying one more time that you should go see it if you have the chance. It starts at 2 pm today at the Center House Theater.
I generally expect more out of Australians than this (facebook page):
A musical dedicated to the life of Kanye West is set to be staged in Australia next month.
The production, which has been put together by Philip Rosser, a member of the drama society at Sydney University, is said to tell the story of West's rise from humble beginnings making beats for Jay-Z to ultimately become one of the most famous men on the planet.
Rosser claims that he "really just meant the show to be something fun for [his] friends to see," but that he's really excited about all the attention it's getting. We truly live in terrifying times. I want Kanye to write a rap about this Aussie prating around a stage representing his likeness.
People keep making Clash references ("London's Burning," "Guns of Brixton," etc.) when they talk about the riots in Britain. But that's not quite right—it gives the rioters too much political credit. Though the unrest began with a protest against police for killing a man during an arrest (and something about the closing of government-sponsored youth centers), the violence has quickly turned into a riot of opportunity—it's about leather and looting and an angry fuck you to the grownups, whose government's moral authority had been crumbling for years and completely collapsed under the weight of the Murdoch scandal.
Because if Scotland Yard and your biggest public officials are proven to be (not just suspected to be) venal, corrupt, lying, squirrelly shits, then who, exactly, is going to tell the kids what they can and can't do?
Shops in Clapham Junction came under sustained attack from looters on Monday night.
Conservative MP for the area, Jane Ellison, said parents should be asking some tough questions of their children.
You know the state has (temporarily) lost its authority when government officials are calling on parents to end a national urban riot. Just box 'em on the ears and send 'em to bed without supper. That'll sort it!
Teenage riot in a public station Gonna fight and tear it up in a hyper-nation for you
So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze