When you’ve got a go-to pose, you have to stick with it. (Photo by Scott Harrison | Retna)
Well, here it is. DJ Pauly D kicks off his short-time residency at the Palms with a set at Ghostbar tonight. It’s not his first time on Vegas turntables — that came in January at Jet. This one comes without his sidekick The Situation there for moral support, though. Still, we suppose if he can do Michael Cera’s hair on national television without any trouble, working the crossfader for a few hours is as easy as sticking your head under a mousse fountain.
He’s been under the tutelage of DJ Skribble, who said of his protege, “Pauly, a lot of people don’t realize, Pauly was a DJ before he got on the show. Everybody’s hating on him, this and that. He’s been transformed from the farm leagues playing on a AAA baseball team, moved up to the Yankees after Jersey Shore came out. Anybody’s going to be overwhelmed by that.”
So there you have it: Definitive confirmation that Ghostbar is completely different from the Portland Beavers. (What? The Beavers are a real team. Stop snickering. What’s so funny about a stadium full of people who can’t get enough Beaver action?)
Andy cannot wait to get out to Pahrump for some hookers.
It’s official: The Legally Prohibited From Being Funny on Television Tour is rolling out the gate April 12 in Oregon — and making its way to The Pearl at the Palms by May 1. Sadly, it’s a week after Jay Leno is doing one of his stints at The Mirage, but we’ll take what we can get. Tickets run from $75 to $150. Plus another $20 bucks or so to get a red pompadour wig to wear into the theater. Click for more words and pictures »
Great. Here we go with the Judy Jetson sexual fantasies. Again. (Photo by Scott Harrison | Retna)
Bridget Marquardt, former girl next door, future time-traveler.
Marquardt hosted at Moon last night for their Playboy Club 2033 party, which was apparently a glimpse into the future as envisioned by 1962. The good thing about having that kind of party at Moon is when you arrive in your flying car that folds into a briefcase, you can just come right in through the roof. It’s really a future-friendly club. Although the house mash-up of “Eep Opp Ork Ah-Ah” was maybe a little much.
Still, it’s going to be kind of rad when Mr. Spacely hosts next week.
THIS IS THE MOST AWESOME DEVELOPMENT IN THE HISTORY OF COMEDY. Even better than you, rubber chicken.
April Macie, named by no less an authority than Howard Stern as the hottest-funniest comedian (beating out Whitney Cummings and Esther Ku), hosts at the Playboy Comedy Club inside the Palms this weekend — starting tonight — where she’ll open for veteran Marc Maron.
It’s a solid plan on Playboy Comedy’s part, working in monthly appearances by Playmates and now by Macie (Or, as she said, “Usher out the cans, and then the cans that talk.”).
Macie was on Season 4 of Last Comic Standing, which she said wasn’t a great showcase for her, because she wasn’t able to show off her dirty side. Namely, her relentless jokes about balls. We talked to Macie today about Sarah Palin, homemade porn and her mother’s Michael Bolton paintings. Click for more words and pictures »
The Playboy Club did it up right Sunday night for its Miss Playboy Club March. We’re never going to fault anyone for choosing dark, exotic-looking girls for anything. Unless maybe it was to play the love interest in a Viking movie. Probably wouldn’t work there. Although we have confidence in Hollywood movie magic to pull it off.
Meanwhile, Miles Austin of the Dallas Cowboys was at N9NE Steakhouse with a group of six. He signed some helmets and jerseys for the staff. Probably inscribing them to all the Cowboys fans, “Hey, we’re just as terrified of Tony Romo in big games as you are — Miles.”
Bears quarterback Jay Cutler was there and signing autographs too. “Could be worse, I could be Romo — Jay.”
We kind of don’t care that this is only tangentially roller skating related. (Photo by Hew Burney | SpyOnVegas.com)
Tonight marks another edition of Down & Derby at Rain inside the Palms, with DJs Shr3d and Ob-One. Dave and Mahoney from 107.5 will be on hand tonight for the retro skate party. As always, you can RSVP here for $5 admission or just drop $10 at the door. Also as always, you’re going to have to spend your afternoon doing the Hustle and listening to “Superfly” just to get ready.
You will pay the price if you get chatty during this man’s set. (Photos by Glenn Pinkerton | Las Vegas News Bureau)
While the Lounge at the Palms may be roughly 80 percent less Gossy, the Playboy Comedy Club is stepping in to fill that fedora-shaped hole in our hearts. Radical Gossectomy leaves scars. We’re just trying to heal.
Relaunched as a three-day, four-show a week showcase, the club brought in veteran Nick DiPaolo this past weekend for its new campaign of higher profile comics. DiPaolo, for his part, was aces. His set mixed old staples — like his riff on homeless guys being able to sleep anywhere — with sizzling crowd work. When a live band celebrating Chinese New Year right outside the theater doesn’t take you off your game, the mouthy broads at the back of the room sure as hell won’t
“We’re really excited. Three nights a week has really helped us a lot,” said Paul Hughes, who along with Cort McCown, are the brains behind the show. “The consistency of being here every week, but we’re getting different comedians I think is really going to help people get behind the show. Now that we’re going three days a week, the Palms is very excited. We knew if we payed a little more money for some of these guys, in the long run, the consistency would work better. It’s worked out so far. That’s why the Nick DiPaolos could come now, the Marc Marons, guys who we can afford who before we wouldn’t be able to afford.” Click for more words and pictures »
Still the only DJ to battle two-by-four with Freddy Krueger.
DJ Jazzy Jeff has the controls at Moon inside the Palms tonight, where Tankfarm is celebrating its new collection at Project. Clothing companies shouldn’t have names that cool unless they actually make jeans that come with a front-mounted cannon. (We’ve got your front-mounted jeans cannon right he– all right, we can’t bring ourselves to do it.) Satellite Bar gets Ignite Systems with Soto and Robdub. Click for more words and pictures »
Get ready for a lot of pointy hair and sparkly clothes. More than usual, we mean. (Photo by Hew Burney | SpyOnVegas.com)
DJ Pauly D … Vegas resident. Try that on for size.
The Jersey Shore castmember and offspring of the Slim Jim guy will be an exclusive resident at the Palms in the spring. They’re not announcing a venue yet, but we do know a few details.
First, season 2 of the Shore will be taping in Miami in May. So that leaves March and April as the likeliest window.
Revolution and Perfecto have Rain on lockdown, although Z-Trip won’t be here personally March 12 and 19. Neither Ghostbar nor Playboy Club feel like the right fit. Moon could happen, particularly on Tuesdays when the likes of last night’s Benji Madden or next week’s DJ Jazzy Jeff are the splashy or name-brand DJs they get. But what we really like as our early favorite is Pauly D as a poolside DJ, with the Palms Pool kicking off its season March 5. It just feels so right, doesn’t it? Like eating sausage and peppers in a hot tub filled with what may or may not be chlamydia.
Clearly, we need to spend more time hanging out with The Veronicas. (Photos by Al Powers | SpyOnVegas.com)
If you wondered why people on the street were a little more nervous today, and maybe a little more hostile, it’s because we’ve got a Madden in town. People can sense that, like when horses know there’s rain coming or something. It also explains why people were whinnying out Good Charlotte songs. This seems to happen about every four to six weeks or so when one of the Maddens rolls in to DJ. Tonight it’s Benji at Moon inside the Palms. Expect the general populace to return to its normal, docile state tomorrow. Click for more words and pictures »
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