Word comes today that perpetually mustachioed guitar god Carlos Santana has signed a multi-year deal to launch a Las Vegas residency on May 27 — and that the show, entitled Supernatural Santana: A Trip Through the Hits, will make him the “first rock and roll resident” to come to the Strip (suck it, Celine Dion!).
Granted, El Vee is no longer quite the seniors-in-spangles parade it once was; Wayne Newton and the tiger tamers now bask in the relatively youthful company of Cher, Toni Braxton, Elton John, the Beatles-based Love show, and Bette Midler. Until now, however, illusionist and occasional musician Criss Angel — bless his little Ed Hardy-wearing, Playmate-banging heart — was the closest thing the city had to a rock-star-style badass.
Santana’s people promise he’ll trot out the hits, from “Smooth” to “Evil Ways,” but it’s got me wondering: who else out there, amongst the more “mature” subset of rockers, should we be seeing in the land of showgirls and slot machines? I have marvelous visions of Axl Rose at the Mirage, throwing Jack Daniels-dusted ice cubes at pranksters who shout out requests for Velvet Revolver songs, or Metallica shearing the blue rinse right out of old-lady perms with a Bellagio-glass-sculpture-shattering rendition of “Enter Sandman.”
Seriously though — who would you cash in your chips to see? Zeppelin? Fleetwood Mac? The Doors, with that dude from the Cult? Spill it!