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Hot day, stifling cab, radio stuck on easy listening. And suddenly I understand the icy resolve upon which the Vegas nation was built: “Thank you for all the joy and pain” sung in a voice as affectless as a Les Paul guitar loop, as passionlessly efficient as a tamed-tiger show at midnight. Chilly in here, isn’t it? Robert Lalasz