Poor, Poor Pitiful Me (for imitating you)
10:43 AM PT, Mar 21 2007
Back in 2004, right before the ownership of the Aladdin changed hands,
Linda Ronstadt was tossed and banned from the property after praising Michael
Moore at a concert there. This genius move, of course, came from the ownership
who had the property in bankruptcy. The new owners of what will soon be called
Planet Hollywood were quick to reverse the ban (almost before taking over the
place). Some headlines were generated for a few days in the press, and then
everyone moved on from what turned out to be a blip in Linda Rontadt's life and
the casino's existence. But for Jennifer Joseph the night was a
lingering disaster. Today, talking to promote a charity showcase at Golden Nugget, she tells Jerry Fink in the Las Vegas Sun: "I lost a
year's worth of work because of that. Everyone canceled me. I was jobless."
That's right, Jennifer Joseph at the time was working in Vegas as a Linda Ronstadt
tribute artist.
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"Tribute artist"? Does this mean "impersonator" is no longer politically correct in the hifalutin world of lounge acts?
Posted by: cody mccall | March 22, 2007 at 11:03 AM
I've been trying for years to define why I dislike Vegas so much...I always used the terms 'plastic', 'fake', 'wannabe', et al to describe the town.
WIth the post by cody, I think I have finally come to determine the real reason. It's a parody of itself...it's plastic plastic. The fact that a place that should be celebrating the shmaltz factor is bringing thoughts of 'tribute artists' instead of 'impersonators'. I bet no one in Vegas has uttered 'lounge act' in decades, either. What I really liked about Vegas was the fact that it Celebrated cheese.
Vegas' heydey was Fat Elvis. You know something was right when you could show up at a church and get married by some fat, sweaty impersonator with lambchops and rhinestone shades, or you look up in the sky and an army of polyester jumpsuit clad, pompadour crowned skydivers are hurtling earthbound at you. That's entertainment.
For proof that Vegas is doing the slow swirly, I offer this: You will never see a bobblehead parade of Celine Dions marching down the Strip, or the Lance Burton in Drag all she-male revue. Can you still get a $2 steak in Vegas? How about the $1 giant margarita?
Somebody tell Steve Wynn to hire K-Fed for a stage show before it's too late.
Posted by: Big Karl | March 22, 2007 at 01:08 PM