The Neon Gutter
Tales from the seedier side of Las Vegas and the gang who turned it upside down with scams, mischief, and mayhem.
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Monday Apr 15, 2024
Monday Apr 15, 2024
In this episode, the Neon Gutter recounts the many ways they thanked Bob Stupak for the free money, free rooms, and free drinks with a series of practical jokes involving a lump of beef, police tape, Jell-o, and the most advanced printing technology the era offered to college kids. One of the jokes had a lasting legacy on Vegas World in its waning days.
Tuesday Apr 09, 2024
Tuesday Apr 09, 2024
In this episode, Burt, Dan, and Matt recall what was surely the strangest major hotel-casino in Las Vegas, the space-themed Bob Stupak’s Vegas World, its maverick owner, and how the Neon Gutter crew exploited a loophole to enrich themselves while the property fell into decay.
Join Us In the Neon Gutter
The Neon Gutter Podcast features Host Burt Cohen, and raconteurs Dan and Matt as they recall a forgotten Las Vegas, the dives and dumps, the thick haze of smoke, the pungent smells, hustlers, anglers, and watered-down cocktails served in paper cups by waitresses older (and possibly more dead) than your grandmothers. And the smells that never wash out. This is a podcast you can really smell.
The Neon Gutter recounts a time after the Rat Pack, when the mob was in decline and the corporate bean counters hadn’t yet set their sights on Las Vegas. Casinos were still owned by families who enticed a dwindling crowd to take a seat at their nickel slots with two-dollar steaks, topless showgirls, and free decks of cards.
While the Neon Gutter is a time and a feeling, it’s also a place. Specifically, the title refers to the rough edges of town, where intrepid seekers of adventure wandered off the beaten path to find cheap and unsavory thrills in casinos and bars not listed in travel guides and not welcoming of tourists. It’s a Vegas in the shadows of the giants, where the neon flickered, the carpet was worn through, and blood occasionally spilled.
Dan, Matt, and their friends wandered down every alley, into every smoke-hazed den and uninviting bar, and danced in every lounge that posted a “No Dancing” sign. They ate 15-cent hot dogs, pumped rolls of pennies into decrepit slots, climbed through windows and went through closed doors to find the backside of Las Vegas. Theirs are the stories of hustles, pranks, shrimp cocktail eating contests, condemned hotels, shady strip joints, impromptu accordion concerts, and decades-long friendships. And the smells. Oh, lord, the smells.