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<h4>Hey Baby, if its dancing baby that you're after then Vegas is Scotlands premiere
swing dancing, salsa dancing, latin, easy listening and country and western
clubnight offering scintillating swing and libidinous latin rhythms delivered
by frankie sumatra, bugsy seagull, sam jose, dino martini and friends with assistance
from the glamourous lola las vegas and her showgirls plus the fabulous scott
brothers manning the tables at the stardust lounge casino. Vegas is a sophisticated
soiree. <span class="subheadITALIC"><span class="subhead"><span class="subheadRED"><span class="subhead"><span class="subheadRED"><span class="subhead2">Frankie
Sumatra</span></span></span></span></span></span> delivers those sweet songs,
so save the last dance for me baby. If its swing music and swing dance you're
after then put on your dancing shoes and get yourself dolled-up or sharp dressed
to kill and get on down to Vegas which is hosted by Frankie Sumatra, Bugsy Seagull,
Dino Martini, Sam Jose and friends in venues all over Scotland like Ego and
The Ocean Terminal (Edinburgh), The Renfrew Ferry and The Barrowlands Ballroom
(Glasgow) and The Forum (Aberdeen). Vegas has been voted Edinburgh's Number
1 club by The List readers twice and if its entertainment in Edinburgh, Glasgow
or Aberdeen that your after then you'd be hard pressed to find a more sophisticated
soiree. Get your glad-rags on and dance the night away at this top club night.
Music & Dancing, its all romancing, all swinging, salsa-dancing libidinous
and croon-tastic - Where James Bond meets the Rat Pack in Club Copacabana or
The Stardust Lounge Casino. Here's a bit more info on some of the gang:</h4>
<P><span class="body">The Italian-American streetfighter from the slums of New
York who tenaciously clawed his way out of the ghetto to become the foremost
exponent of the art of the popular song and close confidante of the power brokers
of the late 20th century. He consorted with presidents and royalty, stars of
stage and screen and was even, allegedly, invited into the inner circle of the
mafia itself. All this happened to that other guy , the Sinatra one. Frankie
Sumatra had a very different , yet in some ways uncannily similar, story to
tell. </span>
<P><span class="body"> Father unknown, probably an itinerant
Hungarian postal worker. Mother a "professional" lady. Born in a bordello in
Budapest, Frederick Dopo was a sickly child who spent most of his childhood
at the local picture palace where his mother sent him when gentlemen visitors
came to call. John Wayne and Humphrey Bogart were his English teachers and Frederick
was an excellent student. He soon became a great attraction in Budapest with
his word perfect recitals of dialogue from popular motion pictures. He had a
gift as a mimic and soon began acting out all the parts in the style of the
great movie stars of the day and he even added appropriate sound effects. Freddy’s
recreation of the magic of the movies became all the rage amongst the local
populace and for a while the movie theatres could not compete. Hollywood studios,
incredulous at the sudden slump in the Hungarian sector, decided to act. They
dispatched a delegation of bigwigs to Budapest to track down the young phenomenon
and make him an offer he couldn’t refuse. In return for a sworn promise to cut
out the movie mimicry the child prodigy and his mother Fifi were offered the
chance of a new life in Hollywood. Freddy was to have a position in a prestigious
animation studio as dialogue coach to their cartoon characters while his mother
was given a job in the wardrobe department. All was well for the first few years
but Fifi had developed a fondness for one of the studio’s major stars, Sydney
the Squirrel. Freddy saw the telltale signs , nuts & berries stored around the
house , you know ,the usual stuff. He loved his mother deeply but he’d rather
see her shacked up with Franco Rodriguez the notorious hen teaser of Honolulu
or even <A HREF="campari.htm" TARGET="vegas-right">Carlos Campari</A> the callous
chicken juggler of Cordoba than a cartoon squirrel. </span>
<P><span class="body"> Frederick left Fifi, Sydney and
Hollywood behind and pursued his dream. He’d witnessed the meteoric rise of
a crooner from Hoboken, New Jersey with envy. With Freddy’s gift for mimicry
he believed he could follow in his idol’s footsteps. All the way to Vegas! <BR>
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<span class="subhead2">Dino Martini</span>
<P><span class="body">Ladies love cool "D". Who is this suave mysterious figure
who exerts such a hypnotic influence over women? Some say he’s an antipodean
imposter and con artist whose moderate career is at best a pale imitation of
Vegas’s best loved and most nonchalant crooner. Others say he is the full enchilada,a
bona fide reincarnation of the Italian-American lounge legend. Displays a mildly
alarming propensity for entertaining latino types at his bachelor pad. Senor
Love Daddy in particular is spending far too much time relaxing poolside at
Dino’s retreat for my liking. <BR>
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DINO MARTINI Q&A - everything you never wanted to know about the living legend.
Sauve, sophisticated groover of repute - "even his socks smell of success" <BR>
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Born: <BR>
Under a bad sign ("Joe's Tattoo Parlour - Open 24 hours"). <BR>
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Marital Status: <BR>
3 time loser, currently single but now enjoys the company of Vegas showgirls,trans-sexual
lap-dancers, uninhibited latin lotharios,"lady boys" of Bangkok (subject to
availabilty) and the kittenz at "Kiki's Kathouse", the swankiest salon on the
southside: " Where even naughty katz get the cream!" <BR>
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Family: <BR>
The " Italian stallion" has fathered numerous children (via a combination of
ex-wives and numerous affairs with young starlets). Astronomical alimony/palimony
payments ensure that they all live in the lap of luxury. (Not to be confused
with "The Lap of Luxury" where most of Dino's transexual dancing friends work.)
Dino now spends most of his time and money caring for his stable of imported
sports cars. Also makes regular generous charitable donations to various bookies
at the track and the casino. <BR>
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Job: <BR>
In addition to crooning and mixing up his uniquely intoxicating musical and
alcoholic cocktails for the gang Dino holds down a day job constructing musical
instruments. Reputedly erected Tony "Da Wig" Tarantino's incredible organ at
"Tony's Drive in Synagogue and Steakhouse". <BR>
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Hobbies: <BR>
Cruisin' in one of his extensive fleet of "lovemobiles", or in his "sin-sational"
custom-built stretch limo (equipped with in-car cocktail bar, king size waterbed
and jacuzzi) looking for high times in low dives with showgirls and broad-minded
latino types. Lounging poolside with Senor Love Daddy and his compadres, relaxing
to the soothing sounds of Japanese Mariachi maestro Harri Achi. Hanging around
"Hughie's Gymnasium and Sauna Complex." Participating fully in the rough and
tumble of manly physical sports like tag-team wrestling , followed by enjoyable
locker room shenanigans such as flicking wet towels at team-mates, hunting for
the soap in the communal bath etc. Collecting rare South American knitting patterns.
Worm charming. Travelling to war-torn and economically deprived global outposts
to provide emergency supplies of comfortable sweaters. <BR>
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Favoutite Music: <BR>
Harri Achi's Mariachi Experience and anything that he can croon along with while
he's boozin', cruisin', schmoozin', carousin' or perusing his vast collection
of groovy Peruvian pullovers. <BR>
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Favourite TV shows: <BR>
Richard Attenbourough's fabulous (yet rarely seen) series of documentaries on
the history, tradition and development of South American knitwear. <BR>
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Ideal Partner: <BR>
Friends (Frankie, Bugsy, Bronco Billy etc.) reckon that a deaf, dumb and blind
showgirl would be Dino's best bet, but Dino would probably prefer a simple,
sultry native knitter from Chile. Worryingly at the moment seems more interested
in hangin' out with Senor Love Daddy... <BR>
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Ambitions: <BR>
Would like to be credited with solving global knitwear inequalities (particularly
the critical South East Asian Long John Shortage) , but more realistically dreams
of opening a combined drive-thru 24 hour cocktail bar and museum of South American
woolen products, which he'd franchise around the world as "Dino's Drinkin' Den
and Chilean Knitwear House". A great idea, although the brand name obviously
needs a little work. Perhaps he could merge with "Kiki's Kathouse" and start
up "Brandies, Hand Shandies and Pyjamies From The Andes." <BR>
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<span class="subhead2">The King </span>
<P><span class="body">Needs no introduction, doesn’t do interviews but he does
offer this advice : </span>
<P><span class="body"> "Put on your blue suede shoes and
mosey on down to Vegas. There’s no room to rhumba in a sportscar but at Vegas
you can bossa nova baby until the blue moon of Kentucky comes up over the blue
bayou. Folks get dressed up real fancy at Vegas - you might even meet the devil
in disguise. If you come on down I’ll be your teddy bear and possibly even your
hunk of burnin’ love if you play your cards right. That’s the wonder of Vegas!"
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<span class="subhead2">Bugsy Seagull</span>
<P><span class="body">Bugsy had a dream. When he looked at a little strip of run
down habitations in the middle of the desert he saw a vision of dancing girls,
broadway stars, high rollers, gamblers, hotels, nightclubs, casinos and lots
of money. However at the precise moment he opened up the Kalahari Oasis Resort,
several thousand miles away Bugsy Siegel was busy doing pretty much the same
thing in Las Vegas, Nevada. Seagull learned the hard way the three cardinal
rules of opening gambling resorts in deserts : Location, location, location.
Bugsy and his crew figured they’d better crash the Vegas party while they still
stood a chance of getting a piece of the action. Seagull’s mob were pretty handy
: The Gambaccini crime family of London, England. There was Paul Gambaccini,
"Fat Tony" Blackburn, Alan "Fluff" Freeman, and the notorious duo Tim Rice and
Andrew Lloyd Webber who were wanted in five continents and 47 states for musical
crimes against humanity. Seigel and the Chicago mob might have got there first
but Bugsy Seagull and his motley crew wouldn’t be far behind. <BR>
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<span class="subhead2">Lola Las Vagas</span>
<P><span class="body">Her name is Lola and she was a showgirl. But that was many
years ago when they used to have a show at the legendary Club Copacabana. She’d
wear yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there. She would merengue
and do the cha-cha. And while she tried to be a star husband Tony tended bar.
They’d work from eight till four, they were young and they had eachother, who
could ask for more. But Tony tore down the Copa and turned it into Tony’s drive-in
synagogue and steak house. Lola stayed on for a while but prayer mats and prime
cuts couldn’t replace the thrill of the show. She had been a star back then
and would be again. She was losing her youth , she’d lost her Tony long ago
and she feared she was losing her mind but she knew one day she’d help rebuild
that legendary oasis in the desert : Club Copacabana, the hottest spot north
of Havana, a place where music and passion were always in fashion. Then she
met Rico, a smooth talking latin lothario who toured the lounge circuit under
the intriguing pseudonym Senor Love Daddy. He introduced her to Bronco Billy,
Dino, Frankie, Sammy and the gang. The rest as they say is history. </span><BR>
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<span class="subhead2">Little Sammy Jnr. </span>
<P><span class="body">The joker in the pack. Short in stature but long on talent.
Little Sammy Jnr. has always been the runt of the litter, the young pup with
something to prove. So short he is almost undetectable to the naked eye but
a pocket dynamo whirling like a dervish fuelled by his own inner demons. Sammy
is the butt of most of the jokes but pound for pound he punches well above his
weight. In fact if he was normal size he’d probably be able to punch a hole
clean through the fabric of space and time and warp himself into another dimension!
Not a tall man even when standing on a crate little Sammy has pulled himself
up by the bootstraps and bitten the ankles of the entertainment business in
a uniquely tenacious and rather annoying sort of way. So small you probably
won’t see him at Vegas but don’t worry he’s down there somewhere </span><BR>
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<span class="subhead2">Senor Love Daddy </span>
<P><span class="body">He’s a lean, mean, slightly ageing latin love machine. Born
and raised in the mean streets of Havana little Rico Rodriguez could have been
just another ghetto kid with no future were it not for one very special gift.
Ricky could dance. He could bossa nova baby, merengue and do the cha-cha. He
could do the mambo, samba, rhumba and la bamba like no one else. From the Tropicana
to the Copacabana the boy danced his way into the hearts of Cuban society. But
then tragedy struck. Little Ricky ‘s parents were implicated in the great Havana
badger baiting scandal of ‘47. Rather than let their disgrace ruin little Ricky’s
lucrative career Mr.& Mrs. Rodriguez did the honourable thing and ran away to
Texas to join the rodeo. Ricky was all alone except for his new friend Chico
the chihuahua (a parting present from his fleeing parents). Ricky loved that
dog. He resolved to teach Chico how to dance and soon Ricky and Chico were the
hottest double act in town. In fact Chico learned so well he was named "International
Mambo King" of ‘53, the first canine recipient of that prestigious award. Ricky
and Chico were the brightest stars in the Cuban sky but like shooting stars
their radiant careers would be dazzling but tragically short lived. One night
in Havana at an M People concert little Chico went in search of a plate of warm
milk but took a wrong turn and ended up on stage. Tragically at that very moment
he wandered into the path of an assassin’s bullet meant for Mike Pickering.
The result was never in doubt. The little chihuahua exited this life a hero
forever to be immortalised in the folklore of two very different cities. You
can be sure that whenever talk turns to chihuahuas in the pubs of Moss Side
it’s not long before a heroic little Cuban dancing dog called Chico mambo’s
into the memory, bringing a tear to the eye of even the hardest hearted Mancunian.
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<P><span class="body"> For a while Ricky returned to dancing
solo like the old days but soon people were saying Chico had been the real star
of the show and that Ricky was just trying to cash in on the reputation of Cuba’s
most famous dead dog. Heartbroken Ricky had to agree. It was as if he had buried
his magical dancing shoes with his canine friend. Then the former dancing maestro
took the fateful decision to leave his homeland and travel to the U.S.of A in
search of his disgraced parents. </span>
<P><span class="body"> Years of travelling through the
rodeos of the South , with no one to keep him company but bittersweet memories
of badgers and dancing dogs, had provided Ricky with a few contacts in the expatriate
Cuban cowboy community but eventually the trail ran cold. It seems the Rodriguez
family had gone west with a travelling show and disappeared. Some said they’d
hooked up with a Columbian chicken juggling cult in California others said Mr.Rodriguez
had become head honcho of an Haitiian hen teasing consortium based in Honolulu.
Out of money and luck Ricky settled down in cowboy country and soon he returned
to his first love : showbusiness. He couldn’t dance any more but he could croon
a little. He decided to relaunch his career as a lounge singer on the rodeo
circuit. Ricky Rodriguez no longer cut the mustard as a hoofer so he gave himself
a new name for a new career : Senor Love Daddy was born. </span>
<P><span class="body"> Little did he suspect when he started
singing latino versions of popular country & western numbers at cattlemen’s
conventions and buckaroo bonanzas that Senor Love Daddy would win the hearts
of ranchers daughters throughout the South and that the trail he was blazing
would roar all the way to Vegas itself and indeed consume that glorious city
in a raging inferno of hot latino love action. </span><BR>
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<span class="subhead2">Johnny Shaft </span>
<P><span class="body">Standing on the corner in a white Godfather hat, he drive’s
a long black gangster cadillac. Johnny Shaft is one real cool cat. He can steal
a broad’s mind, man, in 3 or 4 minutes. It’s not how long you talk, brother,
it’s what you put in it. The answer to all the young girls dreams, this young
black brother is is even funkier than he seems. They call him the iceman because
he’s so cold, he’s got iced water running through his veins I’m told. He wears
his hat tilted way to the side. Jump in his cadillac and he’ll take you for
a ride. If you need a plan, Johnny Shaft is the man. Who’s the black private
dick that’s a sex machine to all the chicks? Johnny Shaft. Damn Right. Who’s
the cat who won’t cop out when there’s danger all about ? Johnny Shaft. Can
you dig it? He’s a complicated man and no-one understands him but his woman.
Shaft was the wildest thing to hit Vegas since the hurricane of ‘57 sheared
the roof right off the Sands. This mother Shaft blew into town like a sirocco,
tore the roof off that sucker once again, took his funky deposit right to the
bank and wiped out Vegas’s funk defecit in an instant. <BR>
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Bronco Billy Q&A </span>
<P><span class="bodyBOLD">Married : </span><br>
<span class="body">Not since Lucille up and left. She picked a fine time. </span>
<P class="body"><span class="bodyBOLD">Children : </span><br>
Three and a crop in the field.
<P class="body"><span class="bodyBOLD">Job : </span><br>
Proprietor of "Bronco Billy’s Buckaroo Bonanza."
<P class="body"><span class="bodyBOLD">Hobbies : </span><br>
Ropin’ Steers, Drinkin’ Beers, Breakin’ in "Queers" (cowboy talk for "rogue
stallions" explains Billy)
<P class="body"><span class="bodyBOLD">Favourite Music : </span><br>
I like both types. Country and Western.
<P class="body"><span class="bodyBOLD">Favourite TV Show : </span><br>
Bonanza.
<P class="body"><span class="bodyBOLD">Ideal partner :</span><br>
<span class="body">My friend Bucky Goldstein always says his ideal partner would
be a nymphomaniac who is only attracted to Jewish cowboys. I figure that’d have
to go for me too, even though I’m not Jewish. </span>
<P class="body"><span class="bodyBOLD">Ambitions : </span> <span class="body"><br>
To come up with a snappy tag line for the Bonanza. Something like "Suck a shrew?,
I’d rather Buckaroo!". "Pluck a Jew?" was my favourite but Bucky didn’t like
it. In fact he had a preference for " Buckaroo? F*** You !" I told him he’d
have to stick to the rules if he wanted to play but then again Bucky always
had his own style. (I haven’t told him about my latest idea yet : "Even the
Lufthansa dig the Bonanza!") </span><span class="body"><b><BR>
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<span class="subhead2">Viscount Bisquet </span>
<P><span class="body">The aristocratic Viscount, heir to the Bisquet biscuit billions,
having been caught in flagrante with the wife, daughter, mother and dental hygienist
of a prominent cabinet minister had no alternative but to banish himself across
the pond until the blasted fuss had died down a bit. A fortnight’s vacation
in Vegas should do the trick thought the Viscount, but he didn’t bargain on
the delightful quality of fillies on offer in the colonies. Now the naughty
bon vivant from blighty is a bit of a fixture on the Vegas social scene. The
only opening he hasn’t attended this year was Dino Martini’s wallet, but then
again we all missed that one. </span><BR>
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<span class="subhead2">CHANCE! The Story unfolds!</span><BR>
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And as fate would have it their seperate paths came together in Vegas. Lola Las
Vegas , Senor Love Daddy, Frankie Sumatra, Dino Martini, Little Sammy Jnr., Bronco
Billy, Bugsy Seagull, Viscount Bisquet, The King & Johnny Shaft: they were to
become the hottest thing to hit the town since the heatwave of ‘55. The gang cut
a deal with Tony " Da Wig" Tarantino to hire his drive-in synagogue and steakhouse
on Saturday nights. For one magical night of the week only Club Copacabana was
recreated in all it’s gaudy glory, and the gambler’s paradise called The Stardust
Lounge Casino was added as a nice finishing touch. Lola Las Vegas was a showgirl
again. Frankie, Dino, Sammy and The King topped the bill and Bugsy and his mob
provided the muscle. It was beautiful. Vegas was just the first step. They took
the show on the road to Rio, Acapulco, Key Largo, Miami, Montego, Kokomo, Lima,
Amarillo, San Jose, Bermuda, The Bahamas, New York, Casablanca, Marrakesh, Atlantic
City, Beverly Hills, Palm Springs and soon to a <A HREF="events.htm">town near
you!</A> </span> <br>
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