Bright Lights Big Titties
As a musician I've done a bit of travelling, both on a "weekend warrior" basis and as an actual full-timer, all over the country and then some. The following is an account of a place I played at in Las Vegas, which seemed to bring a few memories:
I haven't been back to Las Vegas since I played on the road in 1984-86. Played guitar in a 7-piece band: vocals, trumpet/vocals, trumpet/keyboard, keyboard/trombone, guitar/bass/keyboard, bass/saxophone/vocal, drums. Originally it was a "showband", doing actual floor shows w/ choreography and everything(my sole duck-walk experience), ended up more a variety band, mainly Top 40 but with some other leanings.We played all over Nevada: Las Vegas, Reno, Lake Tahoe, Elko, Wendover, Laughlin(everywhere but Pahrump *)
Somehow just haven't felt any kinda burning desire to return. The thing about Vegas is that everything is a replication of something else. I mean, you've got a duplicate Eiffel Tower, a duplicate New York skyline, probably a dup Taj Mahal for that matter. You've got Elvis imitators(and for that matter, probably Elvis imitator imitators..), Sinatra imitators, impressionists, psychic dog groomers, etc etc...
If I found myself there, I'd probably have a good time, but I'd just as soon see the real Manhattan skyline(and from a million different vantage points)or the real Eiffel Tower, and would rather listen to the real Sinatra or the real Elvis Presley(not a big Elvis fan per se but I do like the real early stuff, with 2 guitars and doghouse bass).
But I did have a fair time all over Nevada in '85 and 86.One memorable place we played was the Palace Station. The lodging was usually right on the premises, being that we played pretty much all Hotels and Casinos, but on this occasion it was the beauteous Airport Inn.
Heading to our rooms, we couldn't help notice a body outline at the foot of the stairs. Definitely made you want to lock your door.I also remember hearing a gal in the lobby of this illustrious place telling someone about her job doing the 900 phone #'s, the phonesex stuff.
Hey, y'know, they don't really look like the ones in the pictures. At least this one didn't.
As far as the gig itself, the Palace Station definitely got the bang for their buck on us. We played six sets a night! That's a lot. First night was 9pm-3am, then we were back the following day to play 12noon-6pm. We were definitely frazzled on that second day.As I remember, our schedule normalized somewhat after that.
We had one loyal fan, who was there I think every single time we played. She was there closing the bar, pretty loaded at 3am our first gig. I sorta noticed her but didn't think much of her getting smashed, having been smashed my share of times and closed my share of bars. When she was back the next day at(or by)noon when we played again, again getting loaded at the bar, I definitely noticed. Yes, this lady has a problem.
She was also out on the dance floor a good deal, with whatever piece of flotsam she could drag out from the bar. If an eligible partner wasn't available from the pool of cirrhosis candidates, she'd just dance by herself. Always wearing the same white dress, which became progressively more off-white. On a couple occasions, she just took a snooze right in the middle of the dance floor. I think there was even a "continence issue" one of those times.Poor thing..
Another attraction during our time at Palace Station, this one of a more positive nature, was a girl who managed an Ice Cream Shop there in the Casino. She was probably in her early-to-mid twenties,average-nicelooking, brown hair & blue eyes, real short(maybe 5'1")& compactly built, with just about the biggest tits I've ever seen, at least on an otherwise petite woman. They jutted impressively out of her t-shirts and were even more impressive in motion.( Our bandleader made the joke that she could probably nurse Angola.)
Having a lifelong weakness for the buxom female(especially if they're also petite) I was a frequent visitor to the Ice Cream Shop--well, okay I was in there on pretty much every break.. Our keyboardist speculated that by the end of our gig there I'd weigh 300 lbs from all the ice cream consumption.
I have in my life enjoyed the company of several buxom women, on and off the road(and a few not-so-buxom ones too, that's fine too), and certainly hope to meet another one or two-but didn't connect with this one. At least not then. You never know.Maybe she's actually reading this blog and thinking, 'you know I really should've given that guy a shot back in '85. I should go to him now.' Yeah, right.
Okay- seedy motel w/ body outline & 900-callgirl, long hours & drunks, ice cream girl with big "cones"- I guess I've covered everything. Sounds like a quintissential visit to Vegas. I visited a friend there a year or so later, and even stopped by the Palace Station ISO the "cone girl" but was told she'd moved out.
* oh yeah, Pahrump. We caught a band from there doing an audition someplace where we were too--I think The Mint in Las Vegas. Their singer(and apparently leader as well)was a pretty good-sized gal about 5'8" or 5'9", big hair, big tits, and what was noteworthy was that the 4 guys who made up her band were all smaller than she was. Just a kind of unusual look.
I haven't been back to Las Vegas since I played on the road in 1984-86. Played guitar in a 7-piece band: vocals, trumpet/vocals, trumpet/keyboard, keyboard/trombone, guitar/bass/keyboard, bass/saxophone/vocal, drums. Originally it was a "showband", doing actual floor shows w/ choreography and everything(my sole duck-walk experience), ended up more a variety band, mainly Top 40 but with some other leanings.We played all over Nevada: Las Vegas, Reno, Lake Tahoe, Elko, Wendover, Laughlin(everywhere but Pahrump *)
Somehow just haven't felt any kinda burning desire to return. The thing about Vegas is that everything is a replication of something else. I mean, you've got a duplicate Eiffel Tower, a duplicate New York skyline, probably a dup Taj Mahal for that matter. You've got Elvis imitators(and for that matter, probably Elvis imitator imitators..), Sinatra imitators, impressionists, psychic dog groomers, etc etc...
If I found myself there, I'd probably have a good time, but I'd just as soon see the real Manhattan skyline(and from a million different vantage points)or the real Eiffel Tower, and would rather listen to the real Sinatra or the real Elvis Presley(not a big Elvis fan per se but I do like the real early stuff, with 2 guitars and doghouse bass).
But I did have a fair time all over Nevada in '85 and 86.One memorable place we played was the Palace Station. The lodging was usually right on the premises, being that we played pretty much all Hotels and Casinos, but on this occasion it was the beauteous Airport Inn.
Heading to our rooms, we couldn't help notice a body outline at the foot of the stairs. Definitely made you want to lock your door.I also remember hearing a gal in the lobby of this illustrious place telling someone about her job doing the 900 phone #'s, the phonesex stuff.
Hey, y'know, they don't really look like the ones in the pictures. At least this one didn't.
As far as the gig itself, the Palace Station definitely got the bang for their buck on us. We played six sets a night! That's a lot. First night was 9pm-3am, then we were back the following day to play 12noon-6pm. We were definitely frazzled on that second day.As I remember, our schedule normalized somewhat after that.
We had one loyal fan, who was there I think every single time we played. She was there closing the bar, pretty loaded at 3am our first gig. I sorta noticed her but didn't think much of her getting smashed, having been smashed my share of times and closed my share of bars. When she was back the next day at(or by)noon when we played again, again getting loaded at the bar, I definitely noticed. Yes, this lady has a problem.
She was also out on the dance floor a good deal, with whatever piece of flotsam she could drag out from the bar. If an eligible partner wasn't available from the pool of cirrhosis candidates, she'd just dance by herself. Always wearing the same white dress, which became progressively more off-white. On a couple occasions, she just took a snooze right in the middle of the dance floor. I think there was even a "continence issue" one of those times.Poor thing..
Another attraction during our time at Palace Station, this one of a more positive nature, was a girl who managed an Ice Cream Shop there in the Casino. She was probably in her early-to-mid twenties,average-nicelooking, brown hair & blue eyes, real short(maybe 5'1")& compactly built, with just about the biggest tits I've ever seen, at least on an otherwise petite woman. They jutted impressively out of her t-shirts and were even more impressive in motion.( Our bandleader made the joke that she could probably nurse Angola.)
Having a lifelong weakness for the buxom female(especially if they're also petite) I was a frequent visitor to the Ice Cream Shop--well, okay I was in there on pretty much every break.. Our keyboardist speculated that by the end of our gig there I'd weigh 300 lbs from all the ice cream consumption.
I have in my life enjoyed the company of several buxom women, on and off the road(and a few not-so-buxom ones too, that's fine too), and certainly hope to meet another one or two-but didn't connect with this one. At least not then. You never know.Maybe she's actually reading this blog and thinking, 'you know I really should've given that guy a shot back in '85. I should go to him now.' Yeah, right.
Okay- seedy motel w/ body outline & 900-callgirl, long hours & drunks, ice cream girl with big "cones"- I guess I've covered everything. Sounds like a quintissential visit to Vegas. I visited a friend there a year or so later, and even stopped by the Palace Station ISO the "cone girl" but was told she'd moved out.
* oh yeah, Pahrump. We caught a band from there doing an audition someplace where we were too--I think The Mint in Las Vegas. Their singer(and apparently leader as well)was a pretty good-sized gal about 5'8" or 5'9", big hair, big tits, and what was noteworthy was that the 4 guys who made up her band were all smaller than she was. Just a kind of unusual look.
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