By Bobby Webster
I always seem to have some kind of profound experience in Las Vegas. Whether it’s being a wealthy European’s good luck charm, or getting drunk and near-naked in a casino pool, my experiences there remain unrivaled when it comes to well meaning yet completely obscene and overindulgent shenanigans. So when I learned New York nightlife icon Amanda Lepore would be performing at Krave nightclub, I was quite positive going to see her would turn into another storied evening of excess.
I had spoke to Amanda earlier in the week and she informed me she would be traveling alone, and would only be in town for one night, as she had just returned from a European club engagement. My best friend Michael, who is a visual genius for Tom Ford, happens to be a friend of Ms. Lepore and was fortunately in town for work. We dressed in our most dazzling Vegas ensembles (sequins) and met her at her hotel suite to escort her to Krave.
Amanda, predictably, was a complete bombshell. Dressed in a gorgeous coral-orange silk cocktail dress, dripping with diamonds, she turned the head of every individual as we exited our car and entered the club. The staff at Krave was superb and very attentive, escorting us to a private dressing room and VIP area. The club was packed with gorgeous young guys, as it happened to be an eighteen plus night. When you think of Amanda, you almost always get a visual of her with a glass of champagne in hand. Not tonight. Imagine my surprise as the waiter came with a bottle of Patron, salt and limes.
“I have worked so hard on this record. I just want everyone to love it as much as I do. I suppose I am a bit nervous,” she replied with a schoolgirls blush.
“You look ravishing, and I am sure you will be JUST FINE.”
Michael and I took our positions front row, and Amanda came on stage with all of the confidence in the world. Working with Cazwell and a tour-de-force of NYC dance-music producers, she has compiled a selection of dance-floor bangers and earnest compositions dedicated to magical fierceness and matchless glamour. Her soft spoken schoolgirl’s demeanor magically transforms into spellbinding sermons of love, lust, and utter fabulousness. The standout track would have to be “Marilyn,” a kick-ass ditty overflowing with all of the attitude of Peaches and Miss Kitten combined. The crowd at Krave was in awe, completely transfixed. The crowd danced and cheered with all of the collective coolness and glamour conjured by Amanda’s material. And of course, the deafening roar of the crowd as Amanda characteristically disrobed on her encore.
As she exited the stage, and we took our places behind our velvet rope, the kids lined up to meet her. The staff weren’t letting many of the eighteen to twenty-one year olds come up, as it was in a section with a bar and liquor laws did not permit them on that particular level. Amanda grabbed us, pushed her way down to the dance floor for air kisses and danced for the rest of the evening.
“This is what thrills me. This is what is truly glamourous and cool, being with them, complete strangers who you would never in a million years believe would have anything to relate to a transexual girl from the big city,” she said with all the modesty in the world.
Amanda Lepore Facebook fanpage here.
Her new music is available on iTunes.