‘Nightlife’ Category

Farrell, MINK drop by Tao — but does anybody notice?

October 11th, 2007

Turns out Perry Farrell did show up last night to Vinyl Wednesdays at Tao, as did Satellite Party opening act MINK. But based on my unscientific vocal surveying conducted over the last two days, no one cares. I was hard-pressed to find anyone who even knows who Farrell is, and those who did were only superficially familiar with his Jane’s Addiction work, likely only “Been Caught Stealing.”

Maybe it’s a generational thing. Those of us oft-identified as “Generation X” tend to hold Jane’s Addiction and its ringleader Farrell as pioneers of the alternative rock domination of the 1990s. But I guess those under 25 (under 30??) really have no sense of history or care to delve deeper into musical history beyond Fall Out Boy and the Used.

Not that Farrell hanging out at a club is a drawing point for me–I was going to Tao last night to see Danny Roberts’ art and to meet with one of my friends. And the Lollapalooza founder arrived with little fanfare (despite the promoters trying to build some sort of hushed din). He walked right past me with a small procession of people and headed (of course) back to a roped-off area in the back of the dining area. I asked one of our company’s photogs to be sure to snap a few pics of Farrell just because it would be cool to have in the next issue of Racket, but I think the best he got was MINK.

I know the announcement of Farrell’s attendance at the party was late coming (I received a call about 3 p.m. yesterday about it), so maybe more promotion would have yielded a bigger crowd. But all I know is when the Plain White T’s were in attendance at Vinyl Wednesdays a month or two back, there was a line around the corner to get in and the place was packed.

And have you heard Plain White T’s? Ugh.

Moving on to sexier things: I’ve never really found Alicia Silverstone attractive, but the new PSA she filmed for PETA is kinda hot. I am reconsidering my opinion on the matter. Click here to see why.

SpyOnVegas.com aims to ‘revolutionize’ happy hour with Open Bar

November 10th, 2006

Las Vegas has a new happy hour at 45 different locations – and no, it’s not a PT’s Pub promotion.

SpyOnVegas.com – one of the largest online nightlife communities in Las Vegas – is the co-sponsor of a new daily promotion called “Open Bar.” Envisioned as a business and social networking opportunity for “young, aspiring professionals and socialites,” the event will run from 6:30 to 9:30 p.m. five days a week, each night at a different venue. A different spirit will be showcased at each location, courtesy of Southern Wine and Spirits.

“From Guy Savoy and Stripsteak to PT’s and Beauty Bar, the selected beverage will match the venue,” says David Burns of Wendoh Media, the parent company of SpyOnVegas.com.

Burns says the idea for “Open Bar” came from a recent story run in the Las Vegas Review-Journal that suggested people who socialize after work earn 25 percent higher incomes.

As many of the events will take place in high-profile locations – such as first-week venues Stack (at the Mirage) and Rouge (at MGM Grand) – it seems SpyOnVegas.com and Southern Wine and Spirits could be stuck giving away free libations to throngs of tourists wandering through the bars during the happy hours. Burns says he isn’t worred.

“There will be some losses,” he says, “but they will weed themselves out eventually.”

The events will be captured by SpyOnVegas.com’s photographers and posted on the website the following morning of each event. As well, the schedule of locations and featured beverages will be posted on the website each morning, as well as announced on local radio stations 94.1-FM (The Mix) and 107.9-FM (Area 108).

The Palms question

July 6th, 2006

A three-day party at the popular Vegas resort spawns questions about its future

While the Hard Rock Hotel changes hands from owner and founder Peter Morton to its new corporate owners – possibly jeopardizing its future as a hipster, boutique resort – George Maloof’s Palms Casino Resort continues to build on its status as the hottest property in Las Vegas. The latest addition to the resort’s arsenal of nightclubs, restaurants and over-the-top party suites is the fully-remodeled, $40 million Pool at the Palms.

Completed just in time for one of the craziest holidays in Vegas’ nonstop party, Fourth of July weekend, the new pool debuted to the public with a three-day bash celebrating the one-year anniversary of 944 Magazine.

Scott Weiland, (c) WireImageEvents at the resort included DJ Robert Oleysyck’s successful breaking of the Guinness World Record for longest DJ set (now 88 hours), a star-packed premier of Superman Returns at Brenden Theatres, a day-long string of live music culminating with performances by Camp Freddy and Panic Channel, fireworks, a declaration of “944 Day” by Mayor Oscar Goodman, and … man, we are running out of breath.

The Pool at the Palms features all sorts of nifty enhancements and adornments, including private tee pee-cabanas that overlook the pool area from a tall balcony, multiple bars (including one beneath a waterfall), table gaming, plush furniture and the coup-de-grace, a glass-bottomed pool and deck that rise above the table games and center bar.

On Saturday, however, the area was converted into a makeshift concert venue at which Dave Navarro’s latest musical projects were scheduled to entertain guests as part of the anniversary weekend festivities. This meant the pools were off-limits. Strictly. And amazingly, no one defied that unwritten rule, despite the heat that lasted well into the late evening.

The Palms is a study in the dichotomy of Las Vegas. On one hand, its is a popular locals casino, filled with copious (and supposedly loose) slot machines, which inevitably draws hundreds of senior citizens to its casino floor daily. On the west side of the property is a food court and the cinemas which – save perhaps for the week a year that CineVegas holes up at Brenden Theatres – cater to the lowest-common denominator.

It is on the east side of the resort where things gets interesting: Hart & Huntington Tattoo Parlor (star of cable TV’s “Inked”), ghostbar, Rain nightclub, AMP salon and spa, the entrance to the Fantasy Tower, and the aforementioned pool.

Maybe that’s why celebrities like the Palms so much. Unlike the Hard Rock Hotel, or even some Strip joints like Caesars Palace or Mandalay Bay, the average Palms gambler is mostly concerned with the three reels in front of him or her. There is no Circle Bar surrounded by mooks looking for loose women or famous faces. Heck, after Camp Freddy’s set ended, Navarro and his crew waltzed right in the front doors of the casino, no one noticing much and no need for security.

Of course, eventually the Palms will have to deal with its identity crisis. With the opening of the Fantasy Tower – home to the must-be-seen-to-be-believed Fantasy Suites and the penthouse Playboy Club – the Palms has thrown down a challenge to any other Vegas property to steal its thunder as the premier party spot in the valley. And when Palms Place — the adjacent condominium development from the Maloof mind – opens in 2007, it will be the part-time home to a number of A-list celebrities. Eventually, that cute, locals-oriented casino with the loose slots could be considered a liability.

Women of the night

September 1st, 2000

It started as an innocent, if not daunting proposition: Profile women in an industry that has generally been run and represented by men. From promoters such as John D. Guzman and club owners like Steve Rubell, to superstar DJs and artists with names like Moby and BT, the club/dance music culture seems to have been a man’s operation, where the woman’s involvement has been traditionally restricted to dressing up, getting drunk and providing eye candy/sex fulfillment/arm decoration for the men.

Some involved behind the scenes in the Las Vegas nightclub scene are frustrated that the mainstream and alternative media has made little mention of its successful women. After beginning to mentally dissect the topic, a second, more compelling train of thought began to develop. Why is it that more women aren’t getting the attention of their male counterparts? Or, more importantly, why aren’t there more women in the club scene doing things to garner such attention? Pandora’s Box was opened, and the questions it let into the air demanded to be answered. Focusing on a few movers-and-shakers, it becomes evident that gender isn’t always a factor in attaining status in the scene.

The media queen

One of the few people who can probably claim responsibility for putting the Las Vegas scene onto the metaphorical underground map is Jennifer Wilhelm. As one of the driving forces behind local graphic design and consulting powerhouse Moving Sun Studios, Wilhelm merged her love for rave culture with her talents in the print medium when she took on the task of expanding Southern California-based Where@ Magazine into the Las Vegas market.

Studied in ancient Chinese medicine, gifted with a boundless determination and engaging eloquence, Wilhelm’s work is a labor of love. Now co-publisher of Where@, Wilhelm is responsible for promoting a local club scene she describes as “built on numbers” — one in sharp contrast to community-based scenes in San Francisco and San Diego. “I always say Las Vegas is a different animal,” says Wilhelm.

Though she perceives the people behind the scenes in Las Vegas nightclubs to be “90 percent men,” Wilhelm has faced very little sexism or discrimination in her dealings with the powers-that-be. She believes that there is a mutual respect between herself and the people that she deals with – something that Wilhelm constantly strives for.

Always presenting herself in a clear-headed, professional manner, Wilhelm is careful to avoid being labeled as a “party girl,” ensuring she is always taken seriously. Even though she sees female patrons and employees in the clubs getting “special treatment,” which there is little escape from in a male-dominated industry.

Although this publisher-cum-promoter doesn’t like to get “caught up in analyzing the way things are,” she is disappointed that there aren’t more women stepping up to be “pioneers” in the club scene. Still, Wilhelm hopes that the efforts of motivated women, like herself, can inspire a little more ambition from girls unaware they can also be part of the bigger picture.

The DJ

Sandra Collins was practically made for the spotlight. Born into a famous Las Vegas showbiz family, Sandra has been DJing for more than 11 years, working hard to become one of the top trance DJs in the world. Coming up as a female DJ in an arena generally dominated by men, one might wonder if Sandra felt any pressures or difficulties in the beginning. Surprisingly, she says no.

When Sandra started out, club and DJ culture in America was just in its infancy. “It was not planned as a career,” says Collins, before her recent “Giant” set. From the small, tight-knit scene in Phoenix, where she started DJing, Sandra’s credibility — and career — grew gradually as she built a solid fan base and adopted a definitive sound. This kept her from being singled out as a female — save for the occasional novelty of a “kick-ass girl DJ.”

According to Collins, there’s been a lot of hype about “female DJs taking over.” She feels that there is “change in the new millennium,” which will see more woman DJs “coming out of the woodwork.” If that’s the case, then the future may be brighter for young women interested in the dance music industry. Sandra confirms there has been no pressure from Kinetic, her current record company, to exploit her womanhood — a testament to the status and respect that she has earned in the world of electronic music.

The oxygen diva

The concept of an oxygen bar — serving up pure O2 through neon-colored nasal canellas — is a pretty hard sell to the uninitiated. Applying that concept to a drunken, smoke-filled nightclub setting would seem next-to-impossible — until Tia Taymar came along.

A psychology major at UNLV (minoring in environmental science) and full-time stylist at DIVA Studio, Tia Taymar turned Breathe’s upstart nightclub venture into an unexpectedly successful institution when she took over as club bar manager and trainer this spring. Oxygen sales tripled almost overnight. The number of clubs with bars also have nearly tripled since then.

It all came courtesy of Taymar’s sassy, in-your-face, no-bull approach to running the bars — techniques which she hand-trains to each new O2 girl.  With bars in Baby’s, Utopia, the Drink, House of Blues and Ra — among others – Taymar has created an attraction as satisfying and in-demand for patrons as it is for club managers and promoters. All this has thrust the tall, infectiously boisterous young woman into the upper echelon of a scene she really never had an interest in. But she’s wholeheartedly applied her neo-feminist ways into making the most of it.

“There’s nothing wrong with being sexy or being a sex object,” Taymar says, “as long as people treat you like a human with a brain.” She stands firmly in defense of strong women. “Just because a girl works in a club, or is involved in a club, doesn’t mean that she’s a ‘kitten,'” she says. Both Taymar and Wilhelm agree that girls will always like “dressing up and feeling pretty.”

Various women, especially those profiled here, say that their appearance in nightclubs is more to fit in — to look the same as other girls, not necessarily because of what men expect. The vinyl-clad cocktail servers, the cage dancers — though their positions and attire may seem like male fantasies — they own their sexuality, and do so quite comfortably.

Though the nightclub scene in Las Vegas may be run like a “good ol’ boys network” (as Wilhelm puts it), that “men’s club” mentality may not last much longer. “[Women in the scene] deserve to get the same attention as Guzman and Mike Fuller…but our time will come,” Taymar says.

Especially if individuals such as Taymar, Wilhelm and Collins have anything to say about it.