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Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Access Showroom Inside Aliante Casino Las Vegas Becomes Ground Zero For Hairball’s Rock Detonation October 3rd 2026



On October 3rd, the Access Showroom inside Aliante Casino Hotel Spa becomes ground zero for a full‑scale Rock & Roll, Classic Rock explosion! (Doors at 7pm. Show at 8pm) 

Hairball will erupt like a metal‑forged war beast, unleashing a 2‑plus‑hour shockwave of molten riffs, blast‑furnace vocals, and arena‑sized fury — a relentless, fire‑breathing onslaught of the biggest titans in rock history, reborn with heavier claws, sharper teeth, and enough voltage to scorch the desert and leave the Access Showroom trembling in the aftermath!

The monsters of classic rock will reappear in full battle mode!

Blasts from the past include Van Halen’s volcanic swagger, KISS’s fire‑breathing spectacle, Motley Crue’s leather‑and‑gasoline chaos, Queen’s operatic thunder, Journey’s skyscraper‑high choruses, Aerosmith’s blues‑soaked strut, and a whole arsenal of legends roaring back to life.

Hairball is locked and loaded, blasting shockwaves with an arena‑sized light show, smoke cannons, fire bursts, and a full‑tilt barrage of stage firepower built to shake the room to its core!

Hairball doesn’t just torch the stage — they leave the night smoldering!

For more info about Hairball and to grab your tickets, hit the links below

Gary England


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Tuesday, September 8, 2026

The Music He Left Behind: Honoring Joey Mazzone's Wish For His Music To Live On!



Many early mornings — four, sometimes five a.m. — I wake not to an alarm, but to the soft murmur of voices drifting through my head. What I write about today. This morning was different. I woke to a voice rising straight out of my heart. After reading the obituary for Joey Mazzone last night, I opened my eyes early this morning with a quiet certainty that I needed to speak — to write — about this remarkable friend, musician, and truly awesome man. 

I remember that early day in August, just a month ago, when the weight of losing a friend settled over me — a friend I now wish I’d had the chance to be closer to. It was one of those still, fragile mornings when the world feels thinner, and the things you didn’t say echo louder than the ones you did. 

So today, I say my peace through my writing. 

I was blessed to have Joey in my life for only a short stretch of years, crossing paths in the world of music—in the rooms where he played what he loved and where I wrote about what I loved: music!

 I remember Joey always inviting Dorrie and me to his upcoming gigs; We made as many as we could, and now I find myself wishing we would have made even more! 

Many times, Joey and I would sit together at an empty table and talk about life and music. I remember him as a deeply friendly soul — soft‑spoken offstage, carrying himself with a gentle ease — but the moment he stepped under the lights, he sang loud and proud. I listened to his music not just for the melody, but for the words. So many of his songs were stories, pieces of his life woven into verses and choruses. Through our conversations, and even more through the lyrics he wrote, it was clear how much Joey loved music — how much he loved sharing it with the world. 

He lived with a quiet pain most people never saw, me included, and his greatest relief came from creating the songs that carried him through. My own relief in losing my friend comes from knowing he’s in Heaven now — no pain, no weight — and still making his music.

One thing I do know is that Joey had one clear wish: for his music to live on. That was his heartbeat, his hope, the thing he wanted to leave behind for the world. So here is my part in helping that wish along. To all my readers of my blog, to my followers and subscribers, and to my friends on Facebook, I ask you to join me — hit the link below, listen, share, and keep his songs moving forward. Let’s help Joey Mazzone’s wish to come true. Let's keep his music alive!

Rest in peace, Joey.

Love you always, my brother in music.

7.15.1999 - 8.7.2026

Gary England


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Monday, September 7, 2026

The Lone Ranger Ghostwriter Takes Off His Mask: Is Ghostwriting Really Worth It In The End?


Is Ghostwriting Really Worth It In The End?


 In my almost six decades in the media, it wasn’t just being a writer or ghostwriting for other writers; it was a lifelong learning experience. I’ve been fortunate enough to learn the music and entertainment side of the business from some of the best minds worldwide. I stayed invisible for most of that career — a shadow with a typewriter — until 2008, when I punched the time clock for the very last time. From then until today, I’ve been drifting through the rough, unpredictable freelance waters of Las Vegas, still wearing the ghostwriter’s Lone Ranger mask. To about ninety‑nine percent of the people around me, I’m just the old guy who writes about Vegas music, snaps a few photos, and tries not to make too many waves in the local scene. But there’s more to this old guy than meets the eye!

Last month, I decided to try and go clean, calling a ton of the people from my past experiences. Many have already gone to the music scene in the sky, many businesses don’t keep records from back then, and many of the folks I worked with or worked for don’t exist anymore. Guess I’m stuck with all of my learned knowledge and have no place to use it. Or is there?

After I decided to go clean, I took it a step further — I started building a job résumé, something that could put me back in the grind and let me use this head full of knowledge where it works best: right here in the music scene I dig so much.

Turns out me shooting my mouth off about ways to advertise and promote music events — my suggestions about the music biz, and my blog musicentertainmentsports.blogspot.com — has caught a few people’s eyes. The stuff I write about, the ideas I throw out there, the advice I give… it works. And suddenly people are asking: Who is this guy? This guy says the music scene needs fixing, and he’s bold enough to claim he’s the one who can fix it. Is he crazy?

No. I’m the guy with six decades in the biz — the guy who’s been there, done that, and still has the scars and the stories to prove it. A few recent events in my life have changed this old guy, and if you don’t take me seriously, maybe you’ll listen when I finally take the Lone Ranger mask off. I know some will take this post as me shooting my mouth off — ha! — but like I said, a few people have figured the old guy out. And a few have started asking questions about who this old guy really is.

But that’s not the question. The real question is: When is somebody — or someone with a little pull — in the local entertainment scene going to call my “All In” bet that I just might be the old guy who can fix what’s broken around here?

Gary England

Sunday, September 6, 2026

Queensrÿche Hit Las Vegas Saturday Night Inside The Cannery Casino Hotel With A Meteor Barrage Of Non-Stop Hits That Left The Club Glowing in the Afterburn!

 Saturday, September 5th, 2026

Queensryche 

Cannery Casino Hotel "The Club"



Queensrÿche’s evolution from their early 1980s metal beginnings to the present day reads like a masterclass in artistic growth! 
They rose quickly with a sound that blended heavy-metal precision, power‑metal fire, and the atmospheric ambition that would make them pioneers of progressive metal. Through the decades, the band kept pushing boundaries, refining their craft, and expanding their musical reach. 
Then came June 2012 — a turning point that felt less like a shake‑up and more like a rebirth. Todd La Torre stepped in and immediately reignited the band’s signature energy, bringing a fresh spark that lit up both studio and stage. 
Joined by founding forces Michael Wilton and Eddie Jackson, the return of guitarist Mike Stone, and the dynamic drumming of Casey Grillo, 
Queensrÿche stands today as a revitalized, battle‑ready band, one that honors its legacy while hitting the modern era with renewed strength and unmistakable purpose!

Saturday night, Queensrÿche stormed The Club stage inside the Cannery Casino Hotel and took no hostages, firing off a set of over 90 minutes that hit the room like a precision‑guided missile! 

Queensrÿche hit the Cannery like a detonation, blasting through swirling lights, rolling smoke, and arena‑grade sound. It was a totally awesome experience!

The band erupted like a sonic boom, sending metal shrapnel across the crowd as they launched straight into "Queen of the Reich". They kept the adrenaline spiking with "Operation Mindcrime", "Walk In The Shadows", "Speak", "I Don't Believe In Love", "Best I Can", and "Warning". Before Todd threw the switch and blasted the house lights back on, he leaned into this easy, laid‑back moment with the crowd, a full showroom of diehards packed tight into The Club. He wasn’t “addressing an audience”; he was talking with old friends, thanking everyone for showing up and hitting the night with the kind of energy only Las Vegas fans bring. It felt like one of those catch‑ups you fall into with people you haven’t seen in a while — warm, familiar, and real.

Those few minutes felt like the calm before the next detonation — a rare, quiet pocket in the night where the band caught their breath and the room held still. It wasn’t long, just enough time for Queensrÿche to reset, reload, and let the adrenaline settle for half a heartbeat.

And when they kicked back in, it was obvious that breather didn’t slow them down; it supercharged them. Their internal metal meter wasn’t just back in the green; it was pegged past 100%, redlining like a machine built to run hotter than physics should allow!

Queensrÿche came out swinging like a trained MMA fighter with a score to settle, blasting into the set with "Neue Regel", "Behind the Walls"," Take Hold of the Flame", and "Silent Lucidity". By then, The Club wasn’t just packed — it was alive, every voice locked in, every fan singing every word like they were right up there onstage with the band.

Then came the next barrage: "Jet City Woman", "Screaming in Digital", and "Anarchy X" — each one hitting with the force of a flaming meteor slamming straight into the Las Vegas Strip.

Another quick breather followed, just long enough for Todd to introduce the band and share a moment with the fans packed into the Club. Then Queensrÿche fired off the final salvo: "Revolution Calling", "Empire", and the night‑ending knockout punch, "Eyes of a Stranger".

As for my review grade?

Queensrÿche closed out the night like a band dead‑set on proving why they’re still one of the most lethal forces in metal. Every member was firing at peak power — razor‑sharp guitars slicing through the room, bass lines rumbling like underground Vegas thunder, drums hitting with the precision of a seasoned prizefighter, and Todd’s vocals soaring, snarling, and commanding every inch of The Club. The lighting rig blasted the stage in waves of neon fire, smoke curled around the band like a living creature, and the sound system punched with arena‑level force that felt impossible for a club room to contain.

It wasn’t just a concert — it was a full‑scale metal storm, a night where every song landed like a meteor strike and every moment reminded you why Queensrÿche still owns any stage they step onto.

I walked in as a classic rock writer… I walked out a full-blown metalhead.

Gary England

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Saturday, September 5, 2026

Yellow Brick Road: Vegas’ Eternal Rock Pulse Erupts Inside Santa Fe Station’s Chrome Showroom Last Night!

 Friday Sept. 4th

Yellow Brick Road

Santa Fe Station Chrome Showroom




It had been way too long since I last got blasted by the powerhouse known as Yellow Brick Road. Too many nights, too many bands, too many neon‑soaked distractions; you know how Vegas chews up the calendar and spits out your free time!

So, when Friday night finally rolled in, I was locked, loaded, and primed to take a full‑throttle sonic hit right to the chin!

I was more than fired up for a night of classic rock heavyweights, delivered by one of Sin City’s longest‑running, never‑say‑die bands — the mighty Yellow Brick Road, still tearing up Las Vegas like the neon never burned out.

The clock slammed into nine, and it was on! If you’ve ever caught Yellow Brick Road in the wild, you already know — this band doesn’t ease into anything. They hit the stage like they’re kicking down a door.

Panama, We Will Rock You, a blast of Eddie Money, Two Tickets to Paradise, and a shot of Sweet Emotion — the whole room lit up. The crowd went from warm to volcanic, bodies shifting forward, itching to spill onto the dance floor the second the groove cracked open!

A couple of shots of Tom PettyAmerican Girl and Runnin’ Down a Dream — blew through the room, giving David St. John a bright spotlight to flex that low‑end thunder he’s famous for. Then YBR eased off the gas just long enough to slide into REO Speedwagon’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and yeah… you could hear Mark Cole now.

Mark didn’t just play — he detonated. His Van Halen Eruption solo ripped through the showroom like a lightning strike, every note sharp enough to cut glass.

Then Corky Gainsford stepped up and absolutely wrecked the drum kit with a fan‑favorite solo under the full blaze of the lights — pure rhythmic violence, the kind Vegas lives for.

Frontman Kelly Christian took the reins next, showing off that killer voice with Any Way You Want It, Eminence Front, Cult of Personality, All Right Now, and a scorching Hot for Teacher to slam the door on the night.

Yellow Brick Road didn’t just play a show. They torched the stage and walked off like legends.

If you crave classic rock that still swings a sledgehammer, Yellow Brick Road is a must‑see and see‑again!

A Las Vegas staple since 1997, these guys don’t just play the classics — they make Classic Rock proud!

Gary England






Friday, September 4, 2026

Classic Rock Friday Explosive Metal Saturday: Las Vegas At Full Volume This Weekend!

 This weekend on garyengland.com, the city is getting a two‑night sonic beating delivered by two of the most respected bands working today, each in a venue built to amplify their signature chaos.





Tonight: Friday at 9 PM, inside the Chrome Showroom at the Santa Fe Station, Yellow Brick Road takes over. One of the longest‑running, most beloved rock institutions locally in Las Vegas. They don’t just play classic rock; they resurrect it with arena‑grade precision, soaring vocals, and guitar work sharp enough to slice through the neon haze. The Chrome Showroom’s tight acoustics and chrome‑trimmed glow turn their set into a time‑warp back to the golden age of stadium rock, where every chorus feels like a victory lap, and every riff hits like a memory you forgot you missed!



Then tomorrow night, Saturday at 8 PM, the entire vibe detonates as Queensrÿche storms into the Club Showroom inside the Cannery Casino Hotel in North Las Vegas. This is a progressive metal royalty band that built its legacy on technical firepower, operatic intensity, and dark, cinematic storytelling. Their live show is a full‑scale metal assault, engineered with surgical precision and delivered with the kind of force that makes the walls vibrate. The Club Showroom is the perfect battleground for their sound: close, loud, and designed to let every kick drum thump and every guitar line slice straight through the crowd.

Classic Rock Friday. Explosive Metal Saturday. 

One legendary local band grinding its legacy into the Local Las Vegas music scene, one show at a time, and one band whose legacy is welded into the very genre they helped create! 

* For tickets to Queensrÿche, head to Ticketmaster: ticketmaster.com.

Gary England

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Thursday, September 3, 2026

Come Witness The Hardcore Metal Devastation Of Queensrÿche This Saturday September 5th Inside The Cannery Casino Hotel in North Las Vegas

 Las Vegas metal faithful, brace yourselves — Queensrÿche is storming into the Cannery Casino Hotel this Saturday, Sept. 5th (8pm show), and they’re bringing the kind of firepower that built an entire genre from the ground up!



Queensrÿche didn’t just stumble into metal history; they carved their initials into it! Rising out of the early‑’80s Pacific Northwest scene, Queensrÿche fused precision musicianship with dark cinematic storytelling and helped define what progressive metal could be. Four decades later, after world tours, lineup evolutions, and more than 20 million albums sold, they’re still ripping stages apart with a blast so violent that it feels like Las Vegas itself is detonating in neon‑soaked chaos, leaving the other bands stumbling through the wreckage like they never should’ve stepped into the Queensrÿche firestorm!

Queensrÿche hits Vegas with a lineup built to rattle the Cannery to its core. Todd La Torre fires off the classics with skyscraper‑high range and jet‑engine force, giving the band’s legacy a fierce modern edge. On guitars, Michael “Whip” Wilton and Mike Stone deliver a twin‑attack of razor‑sharp riffs and heavy, metal power that slams like a freight train. Eddie Jackson anchors it all with thunderous, melodic bass lines that hold the whole beast together, while Casey Grillo drives the show with explosive, precision drumming that fuels Queensrÿche’s full‑throttle live assault.

Their show this coming Saturday is going to feel like a guided tour through the band’s entire evolution: the atmospheric epics, the riff‑driven bangers, the emotional heavy‑hitters.

You’ll get the essentials — “Silent Lucidity,” “Eyes of a Stranger,” “Jet City Woman,” plus deeper cuts and newer tracks that prove Queensrÿche is still pushing forward, tearing into Vegas with a shockwave of Sin City arena chaos that hits like a neon‑charged blast and leaves everything else shaking in its wake!

*If you’re ready to get swept into the chaos, the power, and the full Queensrÿche experience, lock in your spot now — tickets start at $36.10, and you can snag them through Ticketmaster.com, cannery.boydgaming.com, or grab them in person at the Cannery or any Boyd retail gift shop.

Come dive headfirst into the full metal chaos, the kind of electrifying, all‑in metal experience only Queensrÿche can unleash!

Gary England

Wednesday, September 2, 2026

Roxy’s Battle Cry: — A Music Venue’s Fight To Keep The Amps Warm And The Doors Open For Business!

 


Thanks to Christina Vitagliano and Rob Hussey— two of the undisputed trailblazers in our Las Vegas music tribe — for dropping a Facebook flare this morning and spotlighting Hangout Bar & Grill’s post about the heavy reality hitting ROXY’S BAR & GRILL. Not about the circumstances around the post. But the reality of the venue side of the music industry.

ROXY’S BAR & GRILL is grinding in the trenches of bar life, kitchen chaos, and the live‑music battlefield, fighting to keep the amps warm and the doors open.

If you want the straight, unfiltered truth about what it takes to survive in this business, their post is a must‑read. Hit the link to get enlightened Here.

Las Vegas needs to stay wide awake to the hazards lurking in the music‑venue game — this town has watched more stages go dark in the last few years than any city built on neon and nightlife should ever go through! Each closure should be a reminder of how brutal the fight is to keep live music alive in a city that claims to run on it!

After reading ROXY’S BAR & GRILL’s post about their fight to stay alive, it doesn’t just tug at you — it detonates in your chest like a stack of Marshalls pushed past redline. It’s the kind of raw truth that should light a fire under every fan in this city.

Because this isn’t just about cheering for your favorite local bands. This is about backing the venues — the gritty, neon‑soaked battlegrounds where those bands are born, tested, and unleashed. These places pour their souls into the food, the drinks, the atmosphere, the stage, the sound, the whole damn experience… and people forget one crucial thing:

These aren’t just hangouts. They’re businesses fighting for survival in a city that claims to worship live music.

So, if you love the bands, love the scene, love the nights that turn into memories, then you need to show some love to the venues that make it all possible!

Gary England

Tuesday, September 1, 2026

The Local Las Vegas Music Scene Is Tired: It's Time To Wake It Up!

 

Just so you won't think that this old rock writer has gone mental, this blog came from 9 calls, 7 text messages, and a handful of Facebook Messenger conversations from both musicians and fans from this weekend alone. 

So, I felt like it was time to address what was said to my local readers.

For years, my phone buzzed with positive vibes from musicians and fans. I’d walk into a music venue or club and get hit with that familiar surge: “Hey man, big show coming up!” “Got something new dropping!” It felt like the whole city was tuned to the same frequency — loud, proud, hopeful, electric!

But somewhere along the line, the tone shifted. The buzz faded. Conversations got heavier. Where musicians once talked about momentum, now they talk about burnout. Moving away from Vegas!

Where fans once hyped upcoming shows, now they vent about drama, fatigue, or the scene feeling “different.” And the strangest part? Nobody’s saying it out loud. From what I see, people are carrying this shift quietly, keeping it tucked behind their stage smiles and social posts — 

But they trust me (The Old man in the business) enough to let the truth slip through in side comments, phone texts, and through conversation just between me and you, ok!

So, I called my poker‑playing psychologist friend — the guy who can read a human being the way most musicians read a setlist — and asked him what the hell was happening. He told me the scene isn’t dying; the people in it are tired. Emotional fatigue, validation withdrawal, saturation, burnout contagion — a perfect storm of pressure hitting everyone at once. And tired artists talk differently. They feel differently. They react differently. The vibe changes long before anyone admits it.

In other words, Vegas didn’t lose its music. It just lost a little of its spark — and everyone’s waiting for someone to flip the switch back on.

So, I asked my poker‑playing doc friend: how can our local music scene get its spark back, and how can the switch get turned back on?

Here’s what my $150‑an‑hour, lay‑on‑his‑couch, poker-playing psychologist friend told me.

He didn’t blink, didn’t flinch, didn’t soften the edges. He broke it down like he was reading the Vegas music scene the same way he reads a table full of players on tilt — straight odds, no emotion, just the truth musicians don’t want to say out loud.

{My Doc Friend's Take}

The fix isn’t complicated, but it does require intention: musicians need to reconnect instead of isolate, celebrate each other’s wins instead of compare, rebuild trust with venues, make fans feel valued, and bring back the fun that made everyone fall in love with playing in the first place. Vegas didn’t lose its music — it just needs a jolt of unity, gratitude, creativity, and community to light the room again.

If the scene wants its old fire back, it has to choose to turn the switch on together!

No more jealousy, no more haters, no more talking behind other people's backs!

Gary England



Sunday, August 30, 2026

Ridin' The Storm Out Brought Its Thunder To Arizona Charlie's Decatur Saturday Night: What An Awesome REO Speedwagon Full Blown Experience!

 

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Saturday, August 29th, 2026

Ridin' The Storm Out Review

Arizona Charlie's Decatur

Years back, I found myself backstage inside the old Hilton Hotel showroom, talking with members of REO Speedwagon. It remains one of the brightest moments of my media life—one of those rare nights that stays etched in your memory. They are definitely one of my favorite bands!

 So, when I learned on Saturday afternoon that Ridin' The Storm Out, the powerhouse REO tribute band out of Cali, was hitting the stage at Arizona Charlie’s Decatur that night, I didn’t hesitate. 

Ridin’ The Storm Out is about as close as you’re ever going to get to having the original REO Speedwagon band on stage. Same fire, same punch, same heart‑thumping blast of classic rock power!

Ridin’ The Storm Out hit the stage around 8:30 PM, and when I say hit, I mean they grabbed that packed showroom by the collar and shook it awake. After a quick burst of what sounded like the Little Rascals theme—just long enough to make everyone grin—they launched straight into more than 90 minutes of REO Speedwagon’s biggest, loudest, crowd‑pleasing classics. Don’t Let Him Go lit the fuse, and the whole room reacted like someone flipped a switch—fans on their feet, the dance floor jammed shoulder‑to‑shoulder, and the energy shooting through the place like a live wire on fire!

Keep Pushin’, Keep On Lovin’ You, Keep The Fire Burnin; and That Ain’t Love—one REO classic after another—cranked the heat even higher, firing up the crowd until the whole place felt like it was running on pure rock‑and‑roll adrenaline.

Live Every Moment, Tough Guys, Time for Me to Fly, and Back on the Road Again didn’t just seal the deal—they blew the doors right off the night. When those four famous hits dropped, the whole place erupted like someone plugged the crowd straight into a stadium‑sized power amp. 

The dance floor? Forget it. Wall‑to‑wall bodies, no room left, take a number and hope you can squeeze in. It was that perfect rock‑and‑roll moment when the band is on fire, the fans are all in, and the whole room might lift totally off the ground!

I Can’t Fight This Feeling, Take It On the Run, and Ridin’ The Storm Out slammed the door on the main set. No classic leave‑the‑stage, stroll‑back‑for‑an‑encore routine—Ridin’ The Storm Out kept it real. It felt more like, “Y’all want one more?” And they delivered, closing out their night with Roll With the Changes, wrapping a full 90‑minute blast of REO power into one last surge that sent the crowd out glowing!

How about this crew of top‑shelf, road‑tested musicians powering Ridin' The Storm Out band!

 Up front on lead vocals and guitar is Michael Zescu, a frontman who delivers every line like he’s firing it straight from a spotlight‑soaked stage. Trading lightning with him on lead guitar is Rick Hunter, the veteran axe‑slinger whose riffs hit with the authority of a man who’s lived the REO legacy from the inside. On bass, Stephen Zipper locks down the low end with that cool, unshakeable groove that keeps the whole engine rumbling. Matt Brown commands the keys, layering in the shimmering textures, keyboard swells, and classic rock color that make the songs breathe. And driving the whole machine from behind the kit is Larry Paschall, a drummer who keeps the beat tight, loud, and right in the pocket—every hit landing like a pulse of pure arena energy.

{My Take}

Take it from this old rock writer—if you haven’t seen Ridin’ The Storm Out, Keep Pushin’ till you do. These guys bring the kind of REO fire that reminds you why we all fell in love with loud guitars and big choruses in the first place. And trust me, they’ll be Back On the Road Again in a town near you before long. As far as my review goes, it’s simple: Go see Ridin’ The Storm Out the next time they hit a venue anywhere close to your zip code. Check out the links below to see where they’ll be tearing up stages in the future. As for me, well… it’s Time For Me To Fly!

Gary England


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Saturday, August 29, 2026

Petty And The Heartshakers Homecoming: Vegas Gets Its Petty Fix Friday Night Inside The Orleans Hotel & Casino Showroom

 Friday night, August 28th

Petty And the Heartshakers Review

Orleans Hotel Showroom



Last night felt like a homecoming party with the amps turned all the way up, as the Orleans Hotel & Casino showroom threw open its doors and welcomed Dan Grennes and Petty and the Heartshakers back to Las Vegas. It’s been way to long, and the crowd knew it—fans were already stacking up at the entrance when the Orleans crew started waving everyone inside, like they couldn’t wait either.

The room was still filling, drinks clinking, people jockeying for their favorite sightline—then boom. Lights down. A ripple rolled through the crowd. It was Showtime!

Phones shot up, cell phone cameras everywhere, and the whole place snapped to life as Petty and the Heartshakers stormed the stage to a wall of applause that hit like an implosion on the Las Vegas Strip! The first chords cracked the air, the crowd roared back, and suddenly the Orleans showroom wasn’t a showroom anymore—it was a rock cathedral, and the Heartshakers were preaching the gospel of Tom Petty!

American Girl came screaming out of the gate as the first song in their 90‑minute set, and the crowd erupted as if they’d been waiting for years for that exact chord. Behind the band, the massive video screen kicked into overdrive, firing off a kaleidoscope of vintage Petty imagery—sun‑bleached Americana, retro tour shots, flashes of the past stitched right into the heartbeat of the music.

It wasn’t just nostalgia. It was a time‑warp highway, and Petty and the Heartshakers were driving it with an arena‑level horsepower machine!

From there, Petty and the Heartshakers tore straight into the prime‑time glory years of Tom Petty—the ’70s, ’80s, and ’90s—the era when every album felt like a victory lap and every song was built to shake an arena. They fired off Refugee, Listen To Her Heart, Mary Jane’s Last Dance, I Won’t Back Down, Rebels, and You Got Lucky like they were dealing out a royal flush, each track hitting harder than the last.

By this point, the lifelong rockers in the crowd couldn’t stay in their seats anymore. They surged toward the stage, packing in tight, getting that up-close-and-personal view of the band doing what they do best. It felt less like a concert and more like a reunion of the faithful fans pressed right up to the edge of the lights, living inside every riff, every lyric, every heartbeat of the night!

The next run of songs hit like a steel‑toed kick right to the heart of this old rock writer—the Petty classics that always land hardest. You Don’t Know How It Feels rolled out first, that slow‑burn swagger lighting up the room. Then came Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around, delivered as a cool, smoky duet between Dan Grennes and Sara D’Arce, the kind of onstage chemistry that makes you forget you’re watching a tribute and not the real deal.

From there, the band cracked into Breakdown, slid smooth into Here Comes My Girl, and then launched a closing barrage of Petty heavy‑hitters: Freefallin’, Don’t Do Me Like That, Don’t Come Around Here No More, and Runnin’ Down a Dream—each one hitting like a neon‑lit memory straight out of rock‑and‑roll heaven.

And just when the crowd thought the night was over, the Heartshakers came back swinging with an encore that felt like a gift—Even the Losers, delivered with every ounce of grit and soul the band had left in the tank.

Ninety-plus minutes of Tom Petty glory, pumped through the Orleans Showroom by the number‑one Petty tribute on the planet—Petty and the Heartshakers. A night of pure rock communion, and Vegas soaked up every second of it!

Petty and the Heartshakers need no introduction. They’re the number‑one Tom Petty tribute on planet Earth, the kind of group with top-shelf musicians that doesn’t just play the songs—they channel the spirit! The swagger, the road‑dust soul of Tom Petty’s prime!

When they hit the stage, it’s not imitation. It’s ignition. It’s that familiar jolt that tells every rock‑and‑roll lifer in the room: buckle up, the night’s about to catch fire!

Petty and the Heartshakers roll with a lineup that reads like a who’s‑who of road‑tested rock warriors, starting with Dan Grennes, the band’s fire‑voiced frontman and rhythm‑guitar anchor, whose résumé includes American Idiot on Broadway alongside Billie Joe Armstrong and Melissa Etheridge—a guy who knows how to command a stage and make every lyric hit with arena‑level conviction. On lead guitar, Chris Cicchino brings the kind of high‑voltage precision you only get from sharing stages with Brian Johnson and Rob Halford, peeling off solos that feel like they were forged in the engine room of a tour bus barreling down a midnight highway. Holding down the low end for the night was “Special Guest” Jon Stenber, locking in the groove with that cool, unshakeable bassist presence that keeps the whole machine rumbling forward. Brenda Fitz handled keyboards with the finesse of someone who’s worked with Kip Winger, among many other rock stars in the biz, layering in those shimmering textures and vintage key swells that make Petty’s catalog feel cinematic. Behind the kit, Les Warner—yes, that Les Warner from The Cult—drove the night with thunderous, road‑hardened authority, every snare crack landing like a shot of adrenaline. And rounding out the lineup was Sara D’Arce, whose vocals—shaped by her work with La India—brought a soulful, electric edge to the night. She didn’t just sing; she charged the room, especially when she stepped into the spotlight for her duet with Dan Grennes on Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around.

Together, as an awesome band, they're a rock‑and‑roll strike force, each member hauling decades of grit, pedigree, and stage fire straight into the Orleans showroom. This lineup doesn’t recreate Petty—they resurrect him, night after night, with the kind of voltage only seasoned road warriors like these awesome musicians (Rock Stars) can deliver.

{My Take}

Welcome back home, Petty and the Heartshakers. You blasted us straight into the past and proved—without a shred of doubt—why you’re the number‑one Tom Petty tribute band on planet Earth. Friday night you didn’t just play the songs… You nailed them, lit them up, and sent them roaring through the Orleans showroom like a jet engine at full throttle. So yeah—welcome back to Vegas. Just do us all a favor and don’t stay gone so damn long next time.

And if anyone out there still hasn’t figured it out, let me spell it out in full rock‑writer fashion:

My Review — this band is a must‑see, an A‑plus, a five‑stars‑and‑then‑some, catch‑them‑whenever‑you‑can blast of ridiculously talented musicians!

Yes, Petty and the Heartshakers RAWK. Really hard!!

—Gary England


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Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Inside the Crash: Singer-Songwriter Danny Wilde’s ALL THE THINGS

 



Danny Wilde’s ALL THE THINGS isn’t just a breakup album — it’s a story told like a rock‑and‑roll crash scene, starting with the wreckage and then rolling back through the moments that caused it. The opener CRASH hits like a spotlight from above: guitars heavy, production wide, Wilde’s voice dead‑center and confident. One word sets the emotional battlefield. But once you hear the whole record, CRASH becomes something else entirely — a miniature of everything that follows.

From there, Wilde shifts angles and characters. BREAK flips the narrative to a woman’s point of view, pushing determination and emotional fracture with radio‑ready punch. AMY brings names, history and country‑leaning storytelling, setting up the emotional fallout that makes PUSH more than just a commercial arena‑rock single. PUSH moves with purpose — verses driving, chorus landing like a destination — and its title becomes action, attitude and consequence.

Then comes the emotional peak: STAY, a simple one‑word plea built on boots by the door, two cups on the floor, and Wilde’s willingness to let vulnerability carry the vocal. It’s the moment where running stops. HEARTS follows with healing instead of bargaining — guitars acting like another character, country‑rock sliding into power‑ballad territory, and themes of faith and mercy giving the chorus unusual weight.

After six full songs, the album breaks open. EASTLAND, just 42 seconds, flashes by like involuntary memory — a cinematic fragment surfacing before the final chapter. And that chapter is STAY UNPLUGGED, the same song as Track Five but now stripped bare, remembered instead of lived. The lyric hasn’t changed; the listener has. The acoustic version proves Wilde’s writing stands without production muscle.

The whole album plays like a film: CRASH shows the wreck, the next seven tracks show the scenes that explain it. Arena rock, country storytelling, power‑ballad emotion, cinematic fragments — all tied together by Wilde’s sharp, economical songwriting. No filler. Even EASTLAND has a job. And repeating STAY completes the narrative device rather than padding the runtime.

ALL THE THINGS starts with a crash. Then Danny Wilde shows you everything inside it!

ALL THE THINGS doesn’t just play — it unfolds, like a reel of emotional wreckage running backward until every dent, bruise, and memory snaps into place. Wilde starts with the impact, then drags you through the story piece by piece until CRASH means something entirely different than it did when the needle first dropped. No filler. No wasted motion. Just eight tracks doing exactly the job they were built to do. When STAY UNPLUGGED fades out, you don’t just want to replay the album — you want to re‑enter the wreckage and hear CRASH with brand‑new ears. That’s the mark of a songwriter who knows exactly what he’s doing!

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The Ikons Of Rock Opened Their Extended Residency At The Strat LV Tuesday Night August 25th With Rock n' Roll Perfection!

Tuesday night, August 25th

Opening Night Show Review




A thunderbolt ripped through the Strat Las Vegas on opening night as the Ikons of Rock stormed into their new Las Vegas residency with the kind of explosive authority that only seasoned rock warriors can deliver. From the moment the lights dropped, Tuesday’s premiere crowd knew they were in for something big — and they scored huge!

For more than 70 relentless minutes, the Ikons fired off a barrage of classic rock anthems, each one delivered with the raw voltage and road‑tested swagger that defined the genre’s golden age. These weren’t just songs; they were monuments — riffs and choruses carved into the DNA of rock ’n’ roll itself. And the band of entertainers treated them with the respect of historians and the ferocity of headliners who still know how to make an entire room feel alive.

Every guitar stab, every drum hit, every vocal blast carried that unmistakable reminder of why these tracks became immortal in classic rock ’n’ roll history. It wasn’t nostalgia — it was resurrection. The Ikons didn’t just play the music; they reignited it, sending it roaring across the Strat like a jet engine tuned to the frequency of every rock fan’s heartbeat.

The Ikons of Rock tore through a powerhouse setlist that played like a guided tour through the Mount Rushmore of hard‑hitting, arena‑shaking rock. They hammered out fist‑raising selections from KISS (“Detroit Rock City,” “Shout It Out Loud”), Heart (“Alone,” “Even It Up”), Bon Jovi (“Livin’ on a Prayer,” “You Give Love a Bad Name”), Pat Benatar (“Hit Me With Your Best Shot,” “Heartbreaker”), Alice Cooper (“School’s Out,” “Under My Wheels”), and Mötley Crüe (“Girls, Girls, Girls,” “Looks That Kill”) — each song delivered with the kind of stage‑born authority that proves these songs were built for big rooms, loud amps, and fans who still believe in the gospel of guitar!

And just when the crowd thought the night had peaked, the band unleashed the Prince of Darkness himself — Ozzy Osbourne — to close out the show in true metal‑royalty fashion with “Crazy Train.” The finale hit like a blackout‑level surge, the kind of ending that sends fans out into the Vegas night buzzing, grinning, and already plotting their return to the Strat for another show!

What would the Ikons of Rock be without the world‑class performers and powerhouse musicians who drive the engine every night? This residency is built on the backs of its fearless vocalists — Darren Moore, Rachel Kline, Drew Hart, and Christelle Dussault — each bringing their own fire, range, and personality to the stage. Holding down the low end with authority is Andy Gerold on bass, locking in tight with Nannette Fortier on drums, whose thunderous precision keeps the whole show roaring forward. And slicing through the mix with arena‑sized riffs is guitarist Kurt “KK” Krezanski, delivering the kind of fretwork that gives the Ikons their unmistakable rock‑and‑roll bite.

Together, this cast doesn’t just perform the music — they embody it, fueling the Ikons of Rock with the grit, talent, and attitude that made their opening‑night residency debut hit like a live‑wire jolt!

 From the first note to the last, they proved that great rock ’n’ roll doesn’t just happen — it erupts when great musicians step up and bring it to life!

The Ikons of Rock proved why their opening‑night residency is already muscling its way into the Best of Las Vegas nominations for Tribute & Production Show, 2026. The lighting, sound, and stage setup didn’t just impress — they came at the crowd like a neon‑lit punch, blasting the Strat with a full‑throttle assault of color and volume. Every vocalist and every band member showed up locked and loaded, and truly dangerous, delivering top‑shelf talent with the kind of grit that says they didn’t come here to play it safe. This is the kind of show that grabs you and growls, “Vegas, we own this room now!”

I'd say that the Ikons Of Rock will be a fixture at the Strat Las Vegas for a long, long time!


Gary England


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Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Where Are All The Fans: The Harsh Truth About Local Show Marketing!

 Warning: Major Rock Writer Rant Coming Up!

I’ve been shouting this forever — blasting it like a guitar solo straight into the neon sky. Way too many killer shows and music events still slip through the cracks when it comes to AD & promotion.

Fans stay in the dark, the buzz never builds, and the whole thing ends up feeling like a badass concert or music event that nobody got invited to!

And it drives me nuts. I spent 15 years in Dallas learning the ropes from the best promoters in the business — back when you didn’t have the internet to shout from. Now we’re in the digital age, where reaching fans is easier than ever, yet I still see awesome bands and high‑energy events getting shortchanged. Light crowds, no buzz, half‑filled rooms — it shouldn’t be happening.

Then, a few days later after these happenings, fans jump on social media, rapping about how they didn’t even know the band or event was going on. That’s the kind of thing that fries my circuits!

So why aren’t these killer shows getting the ad and marketing love they deserve? Simple: too many bands don’t have a dedicated promo person, so the job gets buried under rehearsals, day gigs, and everyday chaos. Venues often assume the artists will handle the hype, so they barely push the event. A lot of bands think one or two social media posts are enough — but in today’s crowded feeds, a single flyer drop, or two, disappears in seconds. Some don’t budget even twenty bucks for targeted ads or a trained media professional, which can make a huge difference! Promotion often starts way too late, like trying to shout into a hurricane three days before showtime. The messaging isn’t fan‑friendly — no excitement, no personality, just generic “Come see us Friday” posts that don’t move the needle. Too many rely on word of mouth, which is great but not a real strategy. And at the end of the day, nobody is owning the hype — every successful event needs someone whose whole mission is to make noise! 

Face it — if your band or music event can’t even pack a room for a free show, something’s seriously off in the wiring. I see gigs all the time that could be standing‑room only with just a little smart effort in the right places. Instead of a wall‑to‑wall crowd, you get that awkward moment where everyone’s asking the same sad question: Where are all the fans?

And here’s the part nobody wants to say out loud: venues are in the business of making money — food, drinks, bodies in the room. If fans don’t show up and the seats stay empty, how long do you think these venues will keep promoting local bands and local music? At some point, the math stops working, and live music gets replaced by the cold reality of DJs and piped‑in music.

Not trying to pat myself on the back — been there, done that, survived the grind. Besides being a writer and journalist, I’ve put in my years on the ad and marketing side of the music biz. I’ve seen how the machine works from the inside out!

 And there’s a whole lot from my ghostwriter era that I still don’t talk about — the kind of behind‑the‑curtain stuff that teaches you exactly how this industry really moves.

{My Take}

For the price of a couple of adult beverages, I can jump in and help. I’ve got the chops. I can write your ad and marketing posts from the moment you announce the show all the way up to the day you hit the stage. I’ll help you fill the seats, move the tickets, and spark the buzz your upcoming shows and events deserve — the kind of hype that gets fans talking and keeps the room packed. I’m currently booking projects for the rest of the year, so when you’re ready to rumble, hit me up on Facebook Messenger at facebook.com/garyenglandlv

Can you hear me now?

Gary England

Monday, August 24, 2026

Neon Week of Thunder: Ikons Of Rock at the Strat, Petty And The Heartshakers at the Orleans!

 

The last week of this month is revving up into a full‑throttle ride.

Tuesday night I’m rolling into the Strat (7pm) on the Strip to cover opening night of the Ikons of Rock, new residency — already nominated for Best Tribute Show in the long‑running Las Vegas Review‑Journal Best of Las Vegas Awards. I caught their earlier run at their previous venue, and trust me, that version was a straight‑up winner! Now I’m fired up to see how hard they hit in their new home at the Strat.

Do yourself a favor — go see Ikons of Rock at the Strat, then head over to www.votebolv.com and throw them a vote. You can vote once a day until the September 10th cutoff. Give their new residency at the Strat a loud, proud Best of Las Vegas welcome!

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Then comes the weekend madness — I’ll be all geared up to cover a full‑throttle “Welcome Back Home” eruption on Friday, August 28th at 9:30 PM inside the Orleans Hotel Showroom. 

Petty and The Heartshakers are roaring back into Las Vegas with the kind of heat that only Tom Petty (aka Dan Grennes) can bring! This isn’t just a return — it’s a neon‑soaked, amps‑wide‑open homecoming built to shake the walls, rattle the Orleans Showroom, and light up the night. And I’ll be planted right in the blast zone when that first chord hits like a fireball racing down Tropicana Ave!

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{My Take}

As August wraps up, Las Vegas is firing on all cylinders — from the Ikons of Rock launching their brand‑new residency at the Strat on Tuesday, to the long‑awaited homecoming blast of Petty and The Heartshakers this Friday inside the Orleans Showroom

Two powerhouse shows, two stages lit in neon, and one city that never stops roaring.

 If you’re chasing the real heartbeat of Vegas music, this week delivers it in full force!

Gary England




Sunday, August 23, 2026

Acoustic Echoes Fill The Air Inside The Hard Rock Cafe: Todd Kerns & Bruce Kulick Offer A Raw Unplugged Performance In Support Of The Nevada SPCA!

 

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Saturday afternoon, we made our way down to the Vegas Strip to the Hard Rock Cafe, where Todd Kerns was performing with special guest Bruce Kulick in a fundraiser to support the Nevada SPCA through donations from the fans.

The packed bar got slammed with 90 straight minutes of pure rock adrenaline — Ozzy, Guns N’ Roses, Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door, Home Sweet Home, Mötley Crüe, Bon Jovi, Wanted Dead or Alive, Bret Michaels’ Every Rose Has Its Thorn, Whitesnake’s Here I Go Again, and a full‑throttle sing‑along to Livin’ on a Prayer.

Then the night hit another gear. Special guest Bruce Kulick stepped up beside Todd, and together they tore into a medley of KISS classics — Forever, I Was Made for Lovin’ You, and Heaven’s on Fire

Todd & Bruce transformed the Hard Rock Cafe into a fully charged Vegas moment — the kind lit by neon reflections off the bar and driven by a crowd locked into every note. The energy built steadily as the room filled, and by the time the guitars peaked, it felt less like a casual afternoon set and more like a signature Strip experience! It was the kind of performance that doesn’t just entertain; it leaves fans with a clear sense that they witnessed something very special, the sort of memory Las Vegas is known for creating!

{My Take}

The acoustic afternoon at the Hard Rock Cafe carried a kind of stillness you don’t often find on the Strip — a pause in the usual rush, where the lights outside felt distant and the room itself became the whole world. Todd Kerns and Bruce Kulick eased into their set with the kind of calm confidence that comes from years onstage, but here it felt different. Without the volume, without the spectacle, the focus shifted to the small things: the way their voices blended, the soft scrape of fingers on strings, the shared breath before a chorus.

Fans didn’t just listen; they settled into the moment. Some watched with quiet smiles, others let their eyes drift closed, taking in the songs like memories being revisited rather than performed. It was the kind of afternoon that reminded you how music can slow time down when it wants to — how an unplugged performance can feel more honest than a full production ever could.

And the donations for the Nevada SPCA added a gentle weight to it all. People arrived with envelopes, bags, and small offerings, placing them at the table with a kind of quiet pride. It wasn’t a grand gesture, but a collective one — a room full of individuals choosing to give back while sharing an intimate musical moment. In a city built on noise and spectacle, this gathering felt like a reminder that connection often happens in the quieter spaces!

What an awesome unplugged afternoon!

Gary England

Saturday, August 22, 2026

Tonight Saturday August 22nd: Paul Shortino & Mitch Perry Bring The Heat Back To The Treasure Island Hotel's Breeze Bar!

 


Last night I rolled down the LV Strip and straight into the neon glow of Treasure Island’s Breeze Bar, where Paul Shortino and Mitch Perry were already warming the room like two rock‑and‑roll demigods tuning up for battle. The place was packed — locals, tourists, die‑hard music freaks — all crammed in shoulder‑to‑shoulder, waiting for this Best of Las Vegas‑nominated duo to light the fuse.

Even during soundcheck, these two weren’t “warming up.” They were detonating. Shortino’s voice hit the room like a velvet sledgehammer, and Perry — part guitarist, part keyboard sorcerer — carved riffs that made the Breeze Bar feel like a backstage jam at Madison Square Garden.

The show launched around seven with “Shooting Star” by Bad Company, and from there it was a full‑throttle ride through the soundtrack of America’s wild heart: Bee Gees, The Temptations, Blood, Sweat & Tears, Rod Stewart, Allman Brothers, Journey — and then the Quiet Riot classic “Bang Your Head”, delivered by the Quiet Riot man himself, Paul Freakin’ Shortino.

Later came the heavy artillery: “Whole Lotta Love,” “Ramble On,” Marvin Gaye soul, Grace Slick psychedelia, CTA brass, and a knockout closer with “What a Wonderful World.” Only in Vegas do you get Zeppelin, Motown, and Louis Armstrong in the same set — and only Shortino & Perry can make it feel like one seamless, swaggering story.

Two world‑class guitarists. Mitch the keyboard wizard. Paul’s unmistakable, world‑famous voice. When you see them live, you instantly get why they’re nominated for Best of Las Vegas 2026 — Lounge Act.

They’re back at it tonight, 7–10 PM, inside the Breeze Bar at Treasure Island. And if you want to support real Vegas talent, you can vote for them at www.votebolv.com under the Lounge Act category.

Have A BaDD-A$$ Saturday Night!

Gary England

Friday, August 21, 2026

Rustic Lounge Roll‑Call: The Bands & The Musicians Who Lit Up The Stage!

 




Last night, I rolled into the Rustic Lounge in Henderson for their every‑other‑Thursday night Jam‑Fest — and man, these nights always hit different. I live for these jam sessions. The room turns into a playground for raw Vegas and Henderson talent, with musicians stepping up to show off what they’ve got, test‑drive fresh riffs, tighten the loose bolts, and just flat‑out do the thing they love. It’s some of the best homegrown firepower in the valley, all plugged in and unleashed!



From the second I hit the door, I knew the night was about to explode. The place was packed wall‑to‑wall with fans, die‑hard music lovers, and a whole crew of local musicians I already recognized — the kind of crowd that tells you that the Rustic Lounge is about to throw down something special!

My mission for the night wasn’t just to soak up the music — it was to snag some intel on a few standout bands and local talent I can blast out to the world. I’m always looking to give these Vegas and Henderson artists a little extra push in the right direction, shine a light on their grind, and help their names travel farther than the room they’re playing in. And let’s just say… my blog has some suits in the music biz around the world watching and listening to what I say!

The whole night was off the charts from the jump. Every band, every music maker, every artist who hit that stage was locked in and bringing it loud — no misses, no warm‑ups, just straight firepower all night long!


The first band to grab my attention was Satin Steel out of Arizona. After their set, I sat down with them and went straight into my “you guys need to move to Vegas” spiel — because your sound and look would crush it here. Word, is they love Zona and its music scene, but they’re seriously vibing with the Vegas crowd, and they’re all about the Rustic Lounge. Let’s just say, if you’re a venue booker or a music promoter in Vegas, you might want to check out Satin Steel’s YouTube channel. They’ve got Vegas written all over them!



The next artist to hit the stage was a showstopper — a young powerhouse with the look of Cleopatra, with the voice of Ann Wilson from Heart, and the fearless, electric stage charisma of a Miley Cyrus.
 I first saw her over a year ago when she was just breaking into the music scene, and in that short time she’s transformed into a full‑throttle rock star dominating the local circuit. Helena Harris, you’ve officially grabbed this rock-journalist's attention. Wow. < Chasing Light >





My third spotlight dropped right onto Paul Anthony Systemec and his beautiful wife, Jen Lynn. Before they hit the stage, Paul told me, “Me and Jen are just doing a simple acoustic set tonight.” Well… Paul, Jen — that “simple acoustic set” sounded like a full arena‑touring band rolling through the Rustic Lounge. Big, bold, and absolutely awesome. Paul mentioned his band is getting things back in motion after a short hiatus from the biz, and from what I saw and heard last night, you’re more than ready to storm the stage again! Bring it on!

{My Take}




What an absolutely awesome night of music, friends, and full‑throttle talent at the Rustic Lounge. 
Huge thanks to Carmen and Les Warner for the invite — you two know how to pack a room with firepower. 



And a special shoutout to Dave Bentz and Dezi Lou for keeping the whole show running smooth as glass. 
To Satin Steel, Helena Harris, Paul and Jen, and every single band and musician who lit up that stage last night —

  You All RAWK!

Gary England