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

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"

{The Band}

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!

{Inside The Club}

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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