Viva Las Vegas! 1967

December 13, 2013

Drove to Las Vegas with my band when I was 16 - first gig from a new manager who promised the world! We ended up opening for two stripper/working girls in an off t[he main drag 'club'. My mother showed up on the first evening to check we were OK and ended up dancing the night away with the Italian owner of sais joint. He was 3 inches shorter, a foot wider, balding and mafioso - he took a real shine to my mom! She charmed him and got him to guarantee our safety from the various perils of the city. He lived up to his promises to her by firing us a few days later . . . and sending us home. C'est la 'rock n roll' vie.

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