Bender Jamboree Preview: Bluegrass in Sin City
S in City. The City of Lights. The Entertainment Capital of the World. The seething cesspool of money, lights, vagrancy, hopes, dreams, nightmares and visions. The future home of the graves of Penn and Teller.
Las Vegas, Nevada.
The name elicits a response in everyone. No city brings so much baggage before a blue suede footstep is even made on its concrete. No city stirs such feelings of joy, hope, pain, victory and defeat.
Into the jaws of Vegas we are about to be devoured, but Sin City may just burn its tongue, because we are coming in hot.
A thousand of our closest friends and acquaintances are about to descend on the City That Never Apologizes – not for the Mint 400 Motorcycle Rally – no, our sins are of the bluegrass variety.
Bender Jamboree is the name of the game, and we are headed in with a head full of ether and a suitcase full of costumes. Gonzo style, we plan to submit ourselves to the full fury and fates of Glitter Gulch, all in the name of a good story.
We are, after all, journalists, and we have an obligation to cover the story, for good or ill.
So wish us luck that we aren’t swallowed by bats, that the walls don’t cave in on us and that our attorney makes it through the week alive.
“Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard … to Las Vegas … with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.”