by Kelly O
on Thu, Jun 19, 2014 at 12:03 PM
Alice Cooper was my first-ever concert. I saw him play when I was still a wee baby-child in grade school, with my dad at an old drive-in theater in Northern Michigan. We couldn't afford tickets, so my dad parked on the grass just outside the fence. We stood on the roof of the cab of our truck, the huge summer night sky full of stars, and watched Alice Cooper's nightmare unfold—a world of pyrotechnics, fake blood, and headless baby dolls...