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Geoff Carter

Geoff Carter

Senior Writer

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Geoff Carter has been writing about Las Vegas since 1994, when he joined the staff of Scope, the alternative magazine that would later become the Las Vegas Weekly. He wrote for virtually every publication with “Vegas” in its name—including Vegas.com, the Las Vegas Sun and the self-published Geoff Carter Lives in Las Vegas and is Awesome —until 2002, when he took a ten-year “weekend” trip to Seattle. He returned to Vegas in May 2012 to become one of Vegas Seven’s senior writers and to be the editor of DTLV, the authoritative, yet mellifluous voice of downtown Las Vegas. His work has also appeared on MSN.com, in Time Out’s 1000 Songs to Change Your Life and in the Seattle Times. And he won an award once, but he gave it to his dad.

About Town

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First Friday Returns to Its Nonprofit Roots

Back in summer 2002, I heard the phrase “First Friday” for the first time. My friend Julie Brewer, former proprietor of groundbreaking Downtown café Enigma, told me that her friends Cindy Funkhouser and Naomi Arin were starting up a limited liability company, Whirligig, to stage a monthly gallery crawl between the gallery at Funkhouser’s Funk House antiques shop and Wes Isbutt’s Arts Factory complex. Read More

Latest

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Last Call For the Hard Rock’s Iconic Center Bar

Was it something we said? Last year, we submitted the Hard Rock Hotel’s Center Bar—a fixture of the resort since the day it opened in 1995—for consideration in Vegas Seven’s Bar Hall of Fame. Of its nomination, we wrote, “We’re shocked that three years into this project, the Center Bar is still among this list of nominees.” You agreed, voting it into the Hall under the “Pioneers” category, where it received 33 percent of the vote. Read More

Summer Getaways

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The Good Hang in Portland

First things first: Don’t go there and expect to find Portlandia. Portland, Oregon, isn’t the city you’ve seen on the riotously funny Fred Armisen/Carrie Brownstein comedy; it is neither atavistic (the “Dream of the ’90s” is dead, son) nor inordinately weird (unless you’re kind of uptight and boring). Read More