GRAY MATTERS

A gathering of news, observations, stray thoughts and medically supervised brain drainings about our city.



Kelsey Grammer Has Started Drinking Again


According to published reports, Father of the Pride, the animated NBC series based on Siegfried and Roy's white tigers, has been given Frasier's old Thursday night time slot.




If You Break the Crust, You Raise the Dust. Or was it, If It Doesn't Fit, You Must Acquit?


To everybody's delight, the county's Dusty the Dusthole's ad campaign is set to return, with this summary in a news release:


"The ads ... feature a group of coughing, wheezing citizens and a mock reporter explaining the connection between a broken desert crust and airborne dust. Meanwhile, Dusty (the Dusthole) waves to viewers, revs up his engine and barrels across the desert, leaving the group covered in a plume of dust. The ad concludes with Dusty getting whacked by a cane-wielding woman and the line, 'If you break the crust you raise the dust.'"


Commissioner Rory Reid concludes,"This community has come a long way since we landed on the EPA's list in 1993." Ad Age, however, has yet to weigh in.




Build It Late, Faultily and Overbudget, and They Will Crow


Vegas and New York share more than celebrity chefs. A Vanity Fair story reveals very Vegas-like problems at two rent-to-the-rich, Richard Meier-designed glass-towers on Perry Street in New York (residents include Martha Stewart, Calvin Klein and Nicole Kidman).


As much as they've induced development (sparking surrounding renaissance projects) the towers have produced consternation—delays forcing owners to pay thousands for hotels, roof leaks (Stewart's balconies overflowed and flooded the north tower), bleeding residents to maintain upkeep (while Stewart was on the directors' board, monthly maintenance fees doubled to $4,000).


Sounds like our very own Regional Justice Center, which is more than two years late, has been delayed by inclement weather, is $15 million over budget and needed county bailout funds.




East Fremont Follow-Up: Two Youth Killed


Two Hispanic teenagers were fatally shot to death in a parked vehicle Friday afternoon near the 2400 block of East Sunrise Avenue, further underscoring the dilemma of excising crime from East Fremont Street.


Juan Carlos Vasquez, 14, and Roberto Sanchez Jr., 17, lived in the area near Fremont Street and Eastern Avenue and were apparently shot while sitting in the vehicle. Police haven't identified a motive.




The One-Minute Theater Critic (OK, Two Minutes)



Weekly theater reviewer Steve Bornfeld weighs in on a local production of a one-act by his favorite playwright: A landmark production in the annals of global theatrical history, Las Vegas Little Theatre's production of Steve Bornfeld's Welcome, Putz, the kickoff play of the Insomniac Project's Midnight Oil, brilliantly plumbed the psychological complexities of contemporary putzian life with a depth not seen since the days of Sophocles!


With flawless performances, sterling direction and a breathtaking script brimming with exceptional wit, multidimensional thematic narrative structure and astounding insight into the condition of the metaphorical putz in all of us, this play ... Huh? ... I can't say any of that because people will think that Steve Bornfeld the Critic is merely flattering the enormous ego of Steve Bornfeld the Playwright, while ignoring his responsibility to objectively evaluate the play? ... Oh, OK. Well ...


Welcome, Putz is the most trivial piece of shit ever expelled from a so-called "playwright's" ass. It stank up the joint so egregiously that Las Vegas Little Theatre should have the place disinfected, fumigated and maybe even repainted before the other four plays are allowed to continue. Furthermore ...


What? People will think I'm wildly overcompensating in the other direction in order to dodge accusations of bias in what are expected to be fair, well-thought-out critiques of local productions? OK.


Welcome, Putz was—what's that word people use when they don't know what the hell to say about something, or are too cowardly, gutless and spineless to say what they really think? Oh, yeah—"interesting."


Geez. EDITORS! And they call ME a putz.


The Insomniac Project will continue this weekend (call 362-7996 for details).

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