Category Archives: Music

Christmastime at the Double Down

Merry Christmas everyone. I’m stuck at the airport. I’ve been here for hours. Hours! So, by process of elimination, I have chosen to blog. Thank goodness for free wi-fi at McCarran airport. It’s a low-grad Christmas miracle.

Since my mind is somewhat numb, I will write about the easiest thing: things I’ve already written about. So here you go, some recent articles with some commentary.

* Merry X-Mas Dammit from the Double Down Saloon. So, I found myself at the notorious Double Down Saloon last Saturday afternoon celebrating the little known but beloved holiday of Pastramikah. Next thing I know, I’m sitting next to the charming chef Kerry Simon, and P Moss is giving both of us his holiday CD. I didn’t consider writing about it because the CD is from 2007, but the music is so fresh and fun, I couldn’t resist. In Vegas, something from 2007 counts as classic anyways.

* Boyz II Men at the Flamingo. Although I’m not a huge fan of this band, I had a lot of fun writing this article. A lot of fun. And I won’t lie, I stood up in my chair and danced when they played their song that keeps repeating their name over and over again.

* Frank Sinatra Dance with Me at Wynn. This show was great. And I forced our managing editor to let me review it. Although I wonder if the show will stick. The problem is matching the right audience to the show. With all the sexy dancing, I think it appeals to the Zumanity crowd, and yet they’d never know it from the show posters.

* Leonard Cohen at Caesars Palace. This show was simply transcendent. I am literally honored to have seen him perform. It was also one of the easiest reviews I’ve ever written because the show lasted 3.5 hours, allowing me to write copious notes. BTW, I saw Cohen at Coachella a couple years back. I didn’t know it at the time, but the outdoor venue in no way did his music justice.

minUMENTAL INVITATIONAL at Trifecta Gallery. One day, when I am rich, I will collect art. That day has not yet come, so I was really excited about this mini art show at Trifecta. However, I was so disappointed because the art was still out of my price range. Don’t get me wrong, it was reasonably priced. Just not journalistically priced.

“Jersey Boys” and a Chat with Bob Gaudio

Jersey Boys Anniversary Party (photo by Erik Kabik)

By the powers vested in me as A&E Editor for Vegas Seven, I assigned myself the story about Jersey Boys’ two-year anniversary in Las Vegas. I have to say that this story was truly a joy to write and Jersey Boys ranks as one of my favorite shows in Vegas. Additionally, musician/writer/music producer Bob Gaudio goes down as one of my favorite interviews ever because he was so smart and personable.

Here’s an interesting little tidbit that didn’t go in my article because I didn’t happen to have my recorder on me at the two-year anniversary reception: After having interviewed Gaudio on the phone a few days previously, I chatted with him at the reception and asked him his opinion on the upcoming Michael Jackson-Cirque du Soleil collaboration. Though I can’t remember his first reaction, he launched into this wonderful story about how he had recorded Jackson when Jackson was only 16. Gaudio said that at that age, Jackson was a joy to work with and that all he cared about was the music and he wasn’t yet affected by the trappings of fame. Gaudio then told me about how he was in a meeting with Neil Diamond when he found out that Jackson had passed, explaining that they immediately cancelled the meeting because everybody was so sad.

Read my Jersey Boys article here.

The Song that Death Cab Must Have Written For Me

The resemblance is eerie. My favorite line: “Every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello.”

This “fan video” was made by filmmaker Ross Ching looking to get his stuff seen. I’d say it worked. You can see how he made the cool video HERE.

When in Texas…The Quebe Sisters Band

I bought this CD

I’m in Texas trying to stuff my heritage, family, and friends from high school and college–oh and a few deadlines, too–into a two-week trip. It’s been tight. But tonight, I went with my family to “Light Up Arlington!” at the Levitt Pavilion (I’m so so so happy this has been built in my hometown). It’s my hometown’s Fourth of July Celebration one day early. And what a celebration it was:

6pm: Arlington Community Band (adults reliving their glory days of high school band)

7:30 pm: The Quebe Sisters Band (Three amazing fiddler-sisters with harmonizing my grandmother and I both enjoyed)

9:15 pm: Fastball (The band I liked in high school sounds like a softer version of Brian Jonestown Massacre)

9:45 pm: Fireworks (Go America!)

Coachella! Paul McCartney! Something!

The music festival Coachella has been over a few days now. I miss it. But thanks to the magic of the Internet, I can relive past glory through an audio/video reproduction that in now way captures the experience. I think I just stumbled on the definition of “sublime.”

So here you go, one of my favorite moments from Coachella, whittled down to a sad copy. But I guess it’s nice that something is saved from the tentacles of the Internet. Computers can’t yet substitute reality. Thank God.

Another Day, Another Rockstar

(actual rockstar not pictured)

(actual rockstar not pictured)

Tomorrow morning, I’m going to interview another rockstar. This is technically more exciting than a normal day in the life of C. Moon Reed. Do you think the extra excitement will cause me to bound out of bed like it’s Christmas morning?

Or will I push snooze? Since it’s Vegas, let’s play a little game of chance. You put money on how many times I push snooze. And if you win, I’ll send you a…free signed copy of the Las Vegas Weekly! And if you lose, you send me the money that you bet.

I put the odds at 4 over.

A YouTube Valentine

Happy Valentine’s Day! In lieu of giving you consumerist goods that will either wilt or make you fat, I’m giving you the gift of youtube! Below are a few different looks at love as seen through music videos:

New York Hipster Pseudo French Love (by Nous Non Plus):

Love Dissected on a Petri Dish by my favorite musician Andrew Bird:

Actual French Love Song (Actually she’s Italian, but she married a Frenchie):

Retro Love: