The New Vaudeville

I wasn't able to write here yesterday because I was taking my son to camp in North Carolina.

It's a great camp organization, by the way. It has done wonderful work with John. I recommend it.

Since driving straight back would get me into Atlanta in the middle of rush hour, I detoured via the Blue Ridge Parkway and through Cherokee.

You know who I saw there? Merle Haggard. Well, Haggard on a billboard.

The Carolina Cherokees have a casino. I didn't stop in, but it is fun, sometimes, to watch the white man's dollars flow into red hands (some of them anyway).

Given the needs of the tribe, I can't object. I've watched this corner of paradise for many years, off and on, and I can see that there are now more health centers there, more education, more offices. Sure some of the money gets siphoned off into strange pla ces, but that's the way it is with anything you don't really earn – that's why Houston and Saudi Arabia are screwed-up.

Anyway, back to Haggard. What I realized, suddenly, is that casinos are the new vaudeville.

Instead of doing Pantages Time or Keith Time to reach the Big Time , former big-timers do a circuit of casinos. If they're lucky they stay on the road and make money until they die or can't take any more dough. If they're not they may go further down the ladder – to Branson, perhaps, or the church circuit, or maybe they do their penance in dinner theaters .

All we have really done in 100 years is to reverse the entertainment career path, or maybe just brought  it around full circle. You don't make it big by playing one-night stands in Nowheresville, USA. You make it by getting on TV, signing the “standard rich and famous contract,” getting some hits (or parts in hits) under your name.

Then, once you're recognized on the American street, you hit the street. Then you get your act, and you go on the road.

A few years ago the Mississippi Gulf Coast – Biloxi and Bay St. Louis – they were part of the circuit. Now they've been replaced by upstate halls like Tunica, which is just two hours from Tupelo, birthplace of Elvis Presley.

I find that amusing somehow.

Comments

[Thuktun]

Don't forget reality shows on TV. Faded celebrities have been relying on the "no publicity is bad" and have been trying to get back into the public eye on reality shows.

"The Surreal Life" was probably the biggest example of this. Kathy Griffin's recent "My Life on the D-List" is even more obvious about it.

[Jesse Kopelman]

How do Vegas and Broadway fit into your concept? No touring invloved, just hundreds of shows a year at the same venue. Some of the performers are still at the height of their celebrity as well.