Wednesday, April 16, 2008


This is bad. Very bad.

Wayne Newton, looking like the perennial ex-husband, slides through a cheesy Vegas version of the most pretentious, overwrought song in human history, MacArthur Park. This sweaty lounge lizard bears his soul like a bowl of queso fundido, but alas some songs are impossible to sing. These lyrics could kill a man.

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, noooooooooooooooooo!


Anonymous said...

Painful. I used to go to Vegas alot when I lived in the states. Considering all of the great talent that plays there, I could never understand his appeal.

Bob Rini said...

Las Vegas is a blast! All that curvilinear architecture and palm trees. That I like, but I don't understand the appeal of Mr. Newton, either.

I went to Vegas this summer with my dad, and we had a great time. It was a hundred and fourteen degrees! We gambled in the casinos (I won a little at roulette) and had some great at some of the restaurants. It's a neon dream come true. We also saw a good show at the Mirage.