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(photo by Sarah Gerke)
So, now that you understand my sad, over-worldly and cynical mood this weekend you can see why Saturday night was the perfect night to see Steely Dan in Las Vegas. The problem in this case was the Aladdin. Aladdin is slowly changing into Planet Hollywood and no one there seems to care about mending the Aladdin's soon-to-be-gone not so good name.
Entering the parking lot was a reminder that there are serious design issues that Planet Hollywood has to contend with. After a more than half hour creep into the lot it seemed reasonable to ask the security guard, what's going on? His response: "There is a concert tonight that is almost sold out."
It was the "almost" that amazes me. From Mandalay Bay to MGM I have seen resorts effortlessly manage these sorts of events (along with many simultaneous ones) every single week without traffic like that.
It was worse inside. Even though opener Michael McDonald was supposed to be onstage, the will call window had yet to open. Did I mention that on the way to will call, one of the Aladdin's mall bicycle taxis almost ran me over, forcing me to hug a wall and shatter a glass balanced there? The rider never stopped. I was happy they announced that Steely Dan would be the final concert in the venue before the Planet Hollywood redesign.
Of course, it was worth the hassle to see Steely Dan, a group that captures a perfect something about Las Vegas. To me they are the most cynical performers (you can't really call them a band) in the history of popular music. Their lyrics have veins of ice-type postmodern irony that view the entire world as Las Vegas. It is a complex deal. High art.
Studio hacks — the hired hands mostly performing the music as Steely Dan — littered the stage. Walter Becker hung to the back and Donald Fagen was happy to give away many of his vocal parts to background singers. My favorite part was that Steely Dan relied so much on the world's most soulless musicians to perfectly capture Steely Dan's brilliant songs about soulless white men indulging.
Michael McDonald was the ideal when he joined the band halfway in and took a vocal on my favorite Dan track, "Showbiz Kids." I really think on his own McDonald is one of the most hideous singers of all time with a voice as empty of integrity or meaning as any on earth. He was perfect singing that song. I love Steely Dan.
To talk about my career and how it started, back in the '70s, I saw one person looking into the camera while she was having sex," Stagliano shared. "If you look at all the other pictures in this magazine, it was the one thing that stood out. It had so much more power by this woman looking at the camera and communicating to the viewer. I remembered this for the longest time and I kept it in the back of my head while I was trying to compete in making porn movies during the '80s.
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