As Las Vegas grows more commercialized, the schmaltz of old Vegas is being pushed out for the big bucks of arena headliners. So what's a lounge singer, or excuse me, "interpreter of standards," supposed to do when his stage gets mowed down to make room for Celine Dion or Elton John? They take their satin-jacketed charm to the stages of civic symphonies in whatever neck of the woods will have them. Take Steve Lippia: He's not a Frank Sinatra impressionist, but he's... More >>>