Jeez! In your QoD about your favorite gambling song, you talked about a "regrettable" personal experience with Kenny Rogers. C'mon! You can't open a can of worms like that without dishing a little dirt. What happened?
Don't leave us hangin'! Well, you can, but please don't. Can you tell us about your encounter with Kenny Rogers?
OK Advisor, you gotta tell us about that regrettable Kenny Rogers experience!
A few days ago, a Question of the Day had the comment: “Unfortunately, we had a, let's just say, regrettable personal experience with Kenny Rogers in the mid-1990s." Inquiring minds want to know, are you at liberty to give details about what happened? He’s dead now, so he can’t sue you.
Hmm. We were hoping that little mention would slide by mostly unnoticed. But since it didn't, here's what we can say.
Way back in 1994, a couple of photographer-entrepreneurs came to town, looking for sponsorships for a big coffee table book on Vegas. At the time, this type of book had been popularized by the "Day in the Life" series, large-format collections of frames snapped by 200 photojournalists unleashed to visually document entire countries over a single 24-hour period. It started with A Day in the Life of America (1986) and was followed by A Day in the Life of the Soviet Union (1987). In all, 13 books in the series were published, including A Day in the Life of Calfornia.
The two shutterbugs who showed up in Vegas were on the California shoot and they got the idea to do a similar book on Vegas. They approached the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority and the big Strip casinos and managed to raise enough money to hire 20 of "the world's leading photojournalists" to spend a day shooting the city -- and Huntington Press to write the captions for the 200-odd photographs that were ultimately selected.
By then, Kenny Rogers was perhaps the biggest star, pogonotrophy and all, associated with gambling and the book's producers wanted him to write the Foreword. He agreed -- with conditions. First, he wouldn't actually write anything. Second, the eventual ghostwriter who did pen the Foreword was to have no contact with him. None. Ever. Third, he had final approval of the text. And fourth, he set a price.
Since we were already doing the writing for the book, we also agreed to ghostwrite the Foreword.
With all due respect to the dearly departed, it was, all in all, a lamentable process that left a permanent bad taste in our mouth, though this is the first time we've ever told the story.
Insult to injury, we won't go into the financial details, but we will say that to use his autograph at the end of the Foreword and his name on the cover of the book, Rogers earned 33.33 times more than we did.
The book is called Planet Vegas and you can still buy used copies on Amazon. We hung out with one of the photographers (a friend) during the shoot and managed, completely by happenstance, to wind up in one of the published photos. You can also see our smirking mug in the group shot taken on the pirate boat in front of Treasure Island. And, of course, read the captions that Deke and Anthony wrote.
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