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New York Dolls highlight March offerings at Jillian’s Las Vegas

February 25th, 2008

New York Dolls

It’s almost March, and that means another month of live music at downtown Las Vegas’ Jillian’s (450 Fremont St.) is about to start. The cream of the crop of March’s bands has to be New York Dolls on Saturday, March 8 at 8 p.m. This 21-over show features the reunited pioneers of New York punk reminding you why, even after 30 years, the Dolls are still unparalleled in rock ‘n’ roll history. We Are the Fury and The Skooners open the show.

Also on tap at Jillian’s in March (all shows are all-ages unless otherwise noted):

The AP Tour, presented by Rockstar, featuring All Time Low, The Rocket Summer, Sonny and Forever the Sickest Kids on Thursday, March 20 at 6 p.m. Every paid ticket receives a free one-year subscription to AP.

Hey Mister, Water Street, Summit Grove, Are The Arsenal, Away We Go! and Anarbor on Saturday, March 1 at 10 p.m.

XPOZ’s Battle Of The Fans with Entro Sickened, As Faith Brings Blood, This Romantic Tragedy, Think and Take Me To Montauk on Wednesday, March 5 at 6 p.m.

Vannacutt, Solid Substance, Avalon Dies and Dantes Inferno on Friday, March 7 at 6 p.m.

XPOZ’s Battle Of The Fans continues with Burning Season, South For The Summer, Hitting On Hannah, Within A moment, Hallow, Emu Lovefest and As He Defeats on Wednesday, March 12 at 6 p.m.

Twiztid, Boondox, Project Born, DJ Clay and Age Ov Reason rock on Friday, March 14 at 6 p.m.

Get happy feet with Guilty By Association, Happy Campers, GFI, Battle Born and Infernal Racket on Saturday, March 15 at 6 p.m.

And on Wednesday, March 19, it’s another installment of XPOZ’s Battle Of The Fans at 6 p.m., featuring Amarionette, Love It or Leave It, Away We Go!, Fist of Troy, Second Chariot, Valhalla and Sixteen Hours Remain.

Call 702-898-5500 or visit Ticketmaster to purchase tickets.

One Night at Jillian’s: An Army the kids support

March 21st, 2006

Tiger Army
Nobody told these guys the ’50s ended about 60 years ago. Shh, don’t ruin it for them.

Amidst the glowing neon facades of downtown Las Vegas, hundreds of valley youths, many clad in black t-shirts and rolled-up jeans, queued in clustered groups outside of Jillian’s Saturday night.

The air was cool and getting colder as a storm system worked its way into the Vegas Valley, bringing an increasingly chilly wind with it. This didn’t stop the yearning masses from waiting in the cold for more than an hour to see one of their favorite bands, psychobilly purveyor Tiger Army.

There is no substitution for the exuberance of youth. Something as pure and passionate as that ebullient connection adolescents make with a band or musician is as necessary and irreplaceable as post-pubescence itself.

In the past, teens would camp out at venues and box offices overnight – or sometimes for days – to obtain the best seats possible for a great concert. In the Internet age, this practice is all but lost, but the same dedication to the rock-and-roll experience was evident at Jillian’s on Saturday.

One of the few all-ages venues for live music in Vegas, Jillian’s normally serves as a family-friendly, multi-purpose entertainment center. It features a bar, restaurant, midway, arcade, lounge and mini-bowling lanes. When repurposed as a concert venue, however, more than half of the location is cordoned off to create a performance space, loading area, control booth and merchandise stand.

The show was scheduled to start at 7 p.m. At 7:30 p.m., the doors to the concert area were still closed, and the teeming masses of boys with high-rise pompadours and girls in retro dresses were still waiting in a makeshift holding area in the open-air plaza of Neonopolis.

On the other side of Jillian’s, those old enough to buy alcohol started to gather around the bar, some taking in a pre-concert meal, some merely throwing back drinks and dragging on cigarettes while a variety of professional sporting events glowed on the giant screens behind the bar.

The standard uniform for male patrons included rolled-up blue jeans, black Converse All-Stars or worker boots, black t-shirts (many of which bearing the insignia of Tiger Army) and a variation on the classic ‘50s pompadour, including some modern takes – multiple colors, variable heights, gravity-defying angles.

Their female counterparts came in two general types. Pin-up girls wore knee-length, shoulder-bearing, patterned dresses, with elaborate hairdos and chunky heels, often accompanied by black fishnet stockings. Other females were lower-maintenance, opting for an upswept bandana, t-shirt or short-sleeve plaid blouse, rolled-up jeans or pedal pushers and tennis shoes.

Tattoos were aplenty, on both genders and in a variety of designs and locations.

At 8 p.m., promoter Brian Saliba finally gave the go-ahead for security officers to open the doors to the growingly-impatient crowd outside.

Youths of all shapes, sizes and colors gathered near the small stage, itself tucked below the stairs leading to the second level of Jillian’s, which was closed off to non-event staff for use as a green room. A staff member took to the stage while sound technicians finished their preparative duties.

“I have something to tell you that might piss you off,” said the young man into the microphone. “But at the request of Tiger Army, there will be no smoking allowed inside the concert tonight.”

It might have seemed like a common-sense rule: An all-ages concert inside a family-friendly venue is an unlikely place for smoking to be allowed with or without the request of the headlining act. Some audience members were barely toddlers. Still, security guards had to shut down people and groups found smoking – many appearing too young even to buy cigarettes – throughout the evening.

The first band, Black Phantom Rose, had little in common with Tiger Army save for the stand-up bass guitar played by the lead singer. Otherwise, the band was a by-the-numbers punk act, one in which the crowd was only mildly interested.

Shortly after the first band finished, Love Equals Death took to the stage. Again, the band displayed none of the rockabilly or country influences of the headliner, instead playing a fist-pumping brand of punk rock. The Petaluma, Calif.-based band’s standout feature was not its music but its bass player, Dominic Davi, who previously played with popular Bay Area punk outfit Tsunami Bomb.

There’s a recurring phenomenon that happens at rock concerts, regardless of size, genre or venue: by the time the headlining act takes the stage, there is double the amount of bodies in an audience than during the opening acts’ performances. Sure enough, when Tiger Army descended from the staircase behind the stage, everyone milling about in the bar or braving the cold outside for a cigarette piled into the concert area.

It was obvious that, though competent, the opening bands did not command the crowd the way Tiger Army did by its sheer presence. Stand-up bass player Jeff Roffredo goaded the crowd to get a frenzied reaction, but he didn’t need to – those dedicated kids hung on every note the trio played, whether a revved-up tune like “Cupid’s Victim” or an old-school country crooner like “In The Orchard.”

Tiger Army blasted through a one-hour set of crowd-pleasers before lead singer and guitarist Nick 13 abruptly informed the crowd five minutes before 11 p.m. that the band was playing its last song. Both the band and the audience seemed surprised by this.

After finishing, patrons were quickly moved outside; barricades were moved to block the stage area even as kids still gathered around the merchandise booth, waiting impatiently to purchase a t-shirt or CD from their favorite band. Rumors wafted about the venue that someone had been “shanked” during the show. An ambulance departed from outside Jillian’s, heading south on Las Vegas Boulevard.

Could someone really have been stabbed during the show as kids sang along to songs of love and pain? Promoter Saliba ducked behind barricades to direct his crew to break down equipment and clean up. If someone was injured, no one was talking.

Not that it would have mattered. Those fans were too high on the magic elixir of rock and roll. And too busy pushing their way past other fans to spend 13 bucks on a Tiger Army t-shirt.