Six-strings, Stevie Nicks shams and satanic metal

I lost a $20 bet last month when no one ended up perishing of dehydration or ecstasy overdose at the Las Vegas Motor Speedway during the much-anticipated and oft-dreaded Electric Daisy Carnival. Who knew Vegas could handle a crazy-ass rave better than Dallas and L.A.? Anyhow, this is one time I’m happy to have lost money. Maybe Vegas should start selling itself as the ideal location for giant dance parties?

Speaking of sales, big news in the Vegas gearhead scene last week. Roxie and Jesse Amoroso, the bassist-guitarist/wife-and-husband team who lead sleaze-rock band Pigasus, bought vintage instrument shop Cowtown Guitars (2797 S. Maryland Parkway, 866-2600) from Bob Seger’s touring guitarist Mark Chatfield, who opened the local oasis of cool guitars and amps way back in 1990. Jesse had been Chapman’s employee and store manager for the last eight years, and Mark says he couldn’t leave the store in more capable hands.

“I sold it to them at a great price, and I’m confident they’ll succeed with Cowtown,” Chatfield told me before the Deep Purple show June 23 at the Pearl. “I’ll be involved as a consultant and look forward to seeing what Jesse and Roxie do with the shop.”

“I can’t believe I actually own this place now,” said Jesse via phone the day after the sale. “Mark gave me an opportunity to feed my kids with this place. Now I have more guitars than anyone! Tell everyone to come out and see what we’re selling.”

Done, dude. Cowtown hours are 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Monday through Friday, 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Saturday (closed Sundays).

Only downside to the deal? Deadhand guitarist Brendan Scholz, who worked at Cowtown for the last six years, is now out of a job until the shop steadies itself. Any musical instrument dealers in need of a guitar salesman whose sheer personal charm gets soccer moms ready to open their purses should contact him at

Yes, I realize Stevie Nicks herself played Vegas back in May, but I can’t get enough of her uncanny voice and stage presence. Which is why I’ll be checking out the ersatz version, Bella Donna, “a Tribute to Stevie Nicks & Fleetwood Mac,” 8 p.m. July 8 and 9 at The Cannery (2121 E. Craig Road, 507-5700). The wild-hearted woman up front is vocalist Michelle Tyler, and she nails the Gold Dust Woman in terms of sound and visuals. Her band is spot-on, too. The more I study Fleetwood Mac’s music, the more enthralled I am. Maybe my parents’ taste in music wasn’t so bad after all.

Finally, something billing itself as The Sacred Veil of Darkness Tour arrives at Meatheads (1121 S. Decatur Blvd., Suite 120, 870-4440), 10 p.m. July 13, and features six bands with pretty frightening names—Infernal Damnation, Dismantle, Leprous, Morbid Gods, Predatorial and Xenos Paradox. The last two are Vegas bands that I haven’t experienced yet, and I’m interested to see how they stack up against acts from L.A. and San Diego, cities that have stronger death-metal scenes. I’ll be the old guy with earplugs wearing a Guttural Secrete T-shirt.

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Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan write the celebrity-skewering website Go Fug Yourself, which regularly makes me snort aloud, especially when they transcribe imaginary conversations with Karl Lagerfeld (to Claudia Schiffer, while holding an oblong statuette: “You look like a frail wedding cake sneezed on by an eagle, and this dildo bores me. TANGO.”). So when I heard they had written a young adult novel (Spoiled, Poppy, $18), even though I’m almost two decades beyond the target age range, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it.