Memorial Day has always been a weekend lost in an
oblivion of sun, beer, and brats for me. That all changed this year
when the MGM Grand in Las Vegas decided to invite me out for the
weekend. Comp even!!! I'm sure they thought they were inviting my
father whose name I share. Yep, his name is Stu Gotz, Senior!!
A Concert Review
Memorial Day, 1995
The MGM Grand
Las Vegas, NV
|A Review by
Anyway, after two days of $2 Blackjack and gourmet room service I
decided to milk MGM for a show. I called down to VIP (what's a VIP
anyway?) Services to see what was playing. As it turns out, Sheena
Easton was at the hotel/casino. It took a second, but thoughts of a
wildcat who hung out with Prince, did Bally's Health Club
commercials, and sang "Sugar Walls" raced through my head.
Oh baby! I'm there!!!
The night of the show I arrived early. I was excited - this was
Sheena Easton - the woman who starred in many of my adolescent
fantasies. The thought of her cat call yelp still gives me a rise. I
wanted to see her bad. VIP Services set me up that night with 3rd
row center - woo hooo!!! The lights dimmed and a curtain went up
behind a transparent black screen. The soulful sounds of a single
saxophone flowed out from the middle level of a three level stage.
To the right - two backup singers, dressed in black, snapped their
fingers to the beat of brush on a cymbal. The backup singers began
to sing as the band and a third backup, dressed in red and walking
down from the top of the stage with her back turned, joined in. As
the first song ended, and the next one started, I was puzzled as to
where my dream girl was. I took a long hard look at the singer in
red. She had strait blonde hair, wide hips, and chubby knees. I was
almost sure it wasn't her. Then.... all of my boyhood fantasies came
crashing down when the song ended and the woman in red spoke with a
What happened? Where was the Sheena I once knew? The one who
would wail on the conga drums and used to "Strut?" I'll
tell you what happened to her - middle age hit her, and hit her
The show lasted about 90 minutes. the accompanying band was
tight, but the choreography and stage theatrics were not. This was
no Meat Loaf show. Granted, this was only the third of fifteen shows
in Vegas, and was by Sheena's own explanation "practice"
for a European tour. Sheena's show was further hampered by a desire
to tell very bad jokes between songs and share boring details of her
life. The majority of her show focused on her new album titled
"My Cheri." Her new album is a huge departure from her
past style. gone are the blaring electric guitars and high pitched
yelps. Present are lonefull sounds of a Les Paul Classic guitar (not
that THAT's bad) and a deep husky voice. I think Sheena has been
smoking too much and hanging out in trashy Scottish pub's. She did
take time to cover her hits, you know, "My Baby Takes the
Morning Train," "For Your Eye's Only," and a dismal
rendering of "Sugar Walls." According to Sheena, her self-
proclaimed new style is jazz based. I'll give her that, but she
cannot deny the words to her songs are strictly the blues.
Sheena Easton's music, like her, has matured. I will miss the
image of her I once lusted for, and I think I will have a hard time
getting used to a new middle aged, chain-smoking, bar-trash, single
mother named Sheena Easton. Especially if she insists on telling
jokes. No thumbs up - no thumbs down - it's just a shrug for Sheena.
I want my Bally's commercials back!!!!!!