Goo Goo Dolls

On June 3, a flood of locals flowed into Red Rock Resort for its summer concert series, where the Goo Goo Dolls crooned their hearts out. And hundreds of 30-somethings stood poolside—intoxicated by the ballads. Unsurprisingly, the crowd knew none of the songs from Goo Goo Dolls latest’ album, Something for the Rest of Us. They tuned out and then snapped back to the show during hits such as “Slide” and “Iris.” Although it felt somewhat like watching a concert that would air on VH1, the band, along with their overwhelming mass of applauding fans, prove that once a rock star, always a rock star.

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