Vegas Magazine Articles

In an era defined as much by Arnold Schwarzenegger in Pumping Iron, and later Conan the Barbarian (not to mention the California Governor's Mansion), as by Saturday Night Live funnymen Dana Carvey and Kevin Nealon forcing the phrase "We wanna pump-you up!" into the pop lexicon (even Ahnold used the term "Girlie Men" at the Republican National Convention in New York), Jay Cutler is exactly what you'd expect of a professional body builder on first inspection. The requisite menacing stare, the abs of steel, and the rippling biceps are all present and accounted for in spades.

Until recently, my only exposure to a Player's Ball had been those I had viewed on-screen, in films like the Dan Aykroyd comedy Doctor Detroit (1983), which actually featured a choreographed dance routine set to James Brown performing "Get Up Offa That Thing/ Doctor Detroit." Or better still, The Mack (1973), produced by Harvey Bernhard (or, as my mother has always known him, "Uncle Harvey"). So when I was invited to attend a Player's Ball here in Las Vegas, where Ice-T and his goddess-like manager/girlfriend, Coco, were going to be honored with a trophy, I couldn't resist. I had to check it out for myself.

On Saturday, May 29th, I viewed rock 'n' roll history. Prince put on one hell of a great show! And I don't just mean a concert - I mean an honest-to-goodness show!
Most musicians wait for their encore to release confetti and glitter from the ceiling. Not Prince! Oh, no! He had confetti dropping by the third song.