But not in Vegas...
This sewer of humanity, the wholesale fleecing of the unwashed masses, duping the unsuspecting minions.
Yella and I played music at the Mint Hotel in downtown Vegas in the 70's. We learned what drives Vegas and it is not pretty. I have refused to return after all these years.
Each hotel employs staffs of psychologists, sociologists and human behaviorists that do nothing but spend inordinate amounts of time figuring out how to get your money. You think I'm kidding? Go check it out for your self.
And they are the best in the world at it.
As I looked around Vegas at the throngs of people, it was like watching the lambs herded to slaughter. Mostly wide-eyed country bumpkins with their families, or worse, with their drunken buddies, shuffling into the lion's den to lose ALL their money.
So you get the picture, I do not like Vegas. Not now, not in the 70's, not ever.
And in the middle of all this crap, arises a show that transcends the decadence and gets to, well...love.
The first few minutes of the show are deeply emotional.
It was a little embarrassing...to be moved that strongly.
And it kept happening...5 or 6 times in the show.
They re-mixed the Beatles, with the Beatles own music tracks, and sometimes a little more, to succeed in out Beatling the Beatles.
I know that makes no sense but I can't articulate it any other way.
Then they added the physical presence and physical artistry of the Cirque Du Soleil, an outrageous multi-dimensional set and lighting, glorious sound, and I have no idea what else, to come up with a startling, moving, deeply emotional, thrilling 90 minutes of pure heaven!
Wow!
Superlatives fail me in this description. It simply will not do the show justice to say things like "stupendous, extraordinary and so on", so I won't.
Thank you Daniel for getting me there to see it. Left to my own devices, I would never have gone.
Wow!
What a show...
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