James Lileks visited Las Vegas and yesterday’s, today’s and, we’re told, tommorow’s Bleat are about the fun and games. Pretty good so far, including this paragraph about the Bellagio fountain.
Water pressure + computers + well-timed lights + Italian aria = tears of joy. One day I’ll go back and film the faces lined up along the balustrade; everyone was rapt, their faces frozen in the posture of ecstatic gratitude. So secure was the fountain’s grasp on the crowd that a bunch of drunks could stumble down the walkway laughing, drop a bag full of bottles, shout FUCK THAT WAS MY FUCKIN BEER, FUCK! and no one was dislodged from the moment at all. Vegas may be high-gloss philistinism all the way, but in the center of it resides this spectacular work of art. Four times an hour. Free for all.