Making reggae safe for Bieber fans. (Photos by Roman Mendez | SpyOnVegas.com)

Sean Kingston did a little moonlighting after the Justin Bieber show Saturday night when he popped over to Haze at Aria to do a quick three songs from his autotuned faux-dancehall oeuvre, “Take You There,” “Letting Go (Dutty Love)” and “Fire Burning.” After he made it rain and wrapped up the show, he continued to throw shout-outs the rest of the night.

It’s actually a pretty sweet setup he’s got, touring with Bieber. All the girls the Biebs thinks of as cougars are probably only 20 anyway, and right in Kingston’s wheelhouse. No one has to fight over groupies.

By Jason Scavone

He picked a good night to cover ‘War Pigs.’ (Photo by Jessica Blair | SpyOnVegas.com)

Haze at Aria brought in Common last night, and there to check him out was Kelly Osbourne, in part to get over her breakup with fiance Luke Worrall. How Worrall had the stones to end things with Osbourne is beyond us. Ozzy isn’t really scary anymore because he doesn’t do mountains of cocaine and mostly shuffles around like Muhammad Ali. Sharon Osbourne, though, is still scary as hell. We wouldn’t cross her.

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If the Bible was more about Eve and Eve, we definitely would have paid closer attention in Catholic school.

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Oh dear. It seems Daft Punk lost the front of their robot heads.

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That astronaut helmet is so consciously quirky it could be its own Wes Anderson movie.

Far East Movement, which we believe is one of the Fast and the Furious sequels, has the stage at Haze inside Aria tonight. They insist on going by “FM” when they should be “FEM.” That’s going to bother us all night now. Just think of what they could do with that! Fembots on stage! Well, that’s actually all we can think of. But still. Click for more words and pictures »

By Jason Scavone

Just look at those smiling faces. Wait, can Priscilla even smile at all anymore?

Lisa Marie Presley, Priscilla Presley and granddaughter of the King Riley Keough celebrated her 21st birthday Friday night with dinner at Union inside Ario before heading down to Haze. Where she wasn’t allowed in until just after midnight as her birthday wasn’t until Saturday. Apparently having an entire showroom named after your grandpappy doesn’t go as far as it used to. Consider yourself on notice, Frankie Mystere.

On Saturday, Keough got a cake at Yellowtail before going to The Bank for bottles of vodka. Good lord, bottle service on your 21st? Whatever happened to paying your dues and drinking Kamchatka-and-whatever-you-have-in-your-refrigerator as a mixer? Like Kamchatka and maraschino juice, or Kamchatka and syrup? Doesn’t anybody stick to the classics anymore? Lisa Marie and her husband, Michael Lockwood, left to go hang out at Caramel. Which will explain why Caramel will be bombarded with flowers in forthcoming weeks.

By Jason Scavone

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Hey, you remember the part of Labyrinth where David Bowie decided to go out into the forest and be a lumberjack before he goes back to stalking Jennifer Connolly?

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Why would Michael Jackson be so sad around a bunch of fully grown, legal-age women? Probably because he’s dead, actually. It’s kind of a bummer, even when you’re a dancing zombie.

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It’ll be just like Prince’s 3121. Without the 2.

It is, apparently, a great time to be a Las Vegas 311 fan. Not two months after their big Mandalay Bay blowout, and now singer/guitarist Nick Hexum is at Haze inside Aria tonight for a live performance. Is it only a matter of time before a 311 club opens up playing exclusively 311 mash-up tunes? We think so. Click for more words and pictures »

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Or drink vodka/Red Bulls. Or eat some kind of Red Bull-based cake, or whateverthehell it is the kids are doing these days.

Next week: The go-gos are replaced by functioning guillotines!

By Jason Scavone