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Sunday, May 4, 2014

Super Duper Alice Cooper




Super Duper Alice Cooper
2014 documentary on the life of shock rocker Alice Cooper
directed by Reginald Harkema, Scot McFadyen, Sam Dunn
Hotdocs screening in Toronto
by Live Music Head













 




   
In each of us,
there is a war between good and evil.

Hello! Hooray!
Let this Doc Opera begin,
I’ve been ready.
Narrated by the same voice
as that of one of the greatest rock vocalists of the 1970s,
the new documentary based on his life;
the life of the legendary Godfather of Shock Rock,
was screened this week
at the Hotdocs international film festival in Toronto,
a Canadian city he's had a life-long relationship with.
Vincent Damon Furnier was born an American
on February 4, 1948
in that great rock and roll Michigan city called Detroit,
about a five-hour's drive from Toronto.
His father was a preacher.
His grandfather too.
So the belief in the power of God
was instilled in skinny Vinny at a very young age.
But like most young people,
Furnier couldn’t wait to get far, far away,
from his church-going hometown
as soon as he was old enough.
Upon discovering rock and roll,
he found his way out,
indeed.
Alice Cooper was born from a Ouija board,
and Vincent Furnier was left behind for oh,
I dunno,
about two decades.
Two decades where life was all about rock and roll,
sex,
and drugs.
There simply was no time for church.
My earliest memory of Alice Cooper
was hearing about how he hung himself on stage
from my older brother
who was old enough to see him in concert back in the 70s,
when I was not.
And that he got his head cut off in a guillotine too.
Cooper drew from horror movies he had seen
and vaudeville
to become the pioneer of grand theatrical rock shows,
and concept albums,
the covers of which were often seen
propped up against the record player
in my family home.
And then there were the photos.
Photos of him posing with a boa constrictor,
shirtless.
As a teen who had not yet had sex,
I was fascinated by these photos of him shirtless
because they showed a scar running down from his navel,
down inside that part of his pants
that also peeked my curiosity.
It wasn’t until much later that I learned
he got that scar as a kid,
from a bout with appendicitis/peritonitis
that nearly killed him.
All I wanted to do was run my tongue along it.
Because All the Young Girls Love Alice!
Elton John too,
who was in the audience that night
at that Hollywood Bowl concert,
trying to catch a pair of them panties
that rained down from a helicopter
upon the Alice Cooper crowd. 
You see,
once Frank Zappa, The GTOs, and Shep Gordon
got hold of Alice Cooper in the city of Los Angeles,
they turned the band into a household name
that saw all the little pretties wanting to lose their virginity
to School's Out,
with boys who wore eye makeup just like them.
And this scared the bejesus out of every parent across the land.
Made some boyfriends jealous too.
The GTOs dressed the band to look like demented Barbie dolls.
Zappa produced their first record
and had them open up for The Mothers of Invention.
And Gordon became their manager.
The manager who made sure they topped
every outrageous thing they did.
The same manager who wore the t-shirt that said:
"No head, no back stage pass".
It was also Gordon who got them that gig
at the now-legendary 1969 Varsity Stadium show in Toronto
known as the Rock and Roll Revival.
This became the show where Cooper truly alienated
not only every parent across the land,
but any trippy hippy that may still have been
floating through his audience since ‘67.
By killing a chicken.
But it wasn’t him that killed it.
It was killed by assholes in the audience.
Where are they now I wonder?
Myself, I like to think that Cooper never would have
tossed that bird from the stage
had he realized it wouldn’t fly away.
For I'm a rock and roll hippy chick vegetarian
who loves Alice Cooper.
And what allegedly transpired in the audience
after he threw it
is one of the most despicable rock and roll stories
I have ever heard.
And not in the least bit funny to me.
I prefer seeing him cut the heads off plastic babies.
Billion Dollar Babies!
My favourite album,
followed by Love It To Death,
notably because of the drumming.
Neal Smith’s drumming on these two albums
is some of the best I’ve ever heard.
Albums that were produced by Toronto-born Bob Ezrin.
Super Duper Alice Cooper is great at documenting
what life was like for the great rock icon and his band
during the making of these albums;
the crazy tours that were designed to sell them,
and the drinking and drug-taking that made it all possible.
It’s quite simply a must-see for any fan of rock and roll,
despite how well you may know the story.

LMH with Reginald Harkema
(director, Super Duper Alice Cooper)














And speaking of Elton John,
his song writing partner,
the great Bernie Taupin
hung out with Coop in his pool house
after he returned from alcohol-detox.
They wrote songs together
about Coop’s stint in the sanitarium.
But although Cooper got off drinking,
there was always cocaine.
A necessary substance if he was to keep up
with the likes of The Ramones,
and The Sex Pistols.
Or so he thought.
Bernie left the pool house.
And a riot erupted at CNE Stadium in Toronto.
Welcome to his Nightmare.
Vince’s mother and father heard the call from Phoenix.
So did his God from above,
the Lord,
Jesus Christ.
Help!
Cooper went down for the next several years,
staying off the road, and far away from partying.
A clean and sober Vince Furnier emerged
who came to the conclusion that
the Salvador Dali-inspired character he created
to allow him to express the dark side we all have,
was killing him.
And Vince wanted to live.
Unless he wanted to end up like Jim, Janis and Jimi,
Alice Cooper was no longer allowed to live in his world.
And that was fine with Alice.
He didn’t care to live in Vince’s house anyway.
He didn’t want to be married.
And he didn’t want to be a father.
He preferred the stage.
And so Alice Cooper returned to the stage,
the Joe Louis Arena stage in Detroit to be exact,
where he received thunderous applause from his fans.
It was broadcast live on MTV.
Re-claiming the wife and child he temporarily lost along the way,
Vincent Damon Furnier took up golf,
and is born again.


The trailer for Super Duper Alice Cooper...




The official website for Alice Cooper...
http://www.alicecooper.com/ 

Hotdocs 
Canadian  International Documentary Film Festival...
http://www.hotdocs.ca/










Saturday, August 31, 2013

Remembering Diana, Princess of Wales


Remembering Diana,
Princess of Wales

by Live Music Head


(Former wife of Prince Charles killed in a car crash
in the Pont de l'Alma tunnel in Paris, France
along with her companion Dodi Fayed and driver, Henri Paul
on this day back in 1997)



I first heard about the accident as it happened
because I was at home watching CNN when
the Breaking News banner flashed across the television screen.
No one yet knew if she’d been killed,
but broadcasters were quickly scrambling for details to report.
Some guy called the station to say he was at the accident scene,
a passerby,
and went on to describe Diana’s body looking very dead
splayed across the hood of the car covered in blood and glass.
Just as that horrific image was settling in,
the caller laughed and hung up.
It was a prank.
But it wasn’t much longer after that,
the Princess was indeed reported dead.
The next morning,
I saw the front page of The Toronto Sun
from the corner newspaper box.
The headline screamed “DI DEAD!”
Now I was never much of a follower of The Royal Family,
yet I found myself up all night watching her funeral,
moved beyond belief by the images of the horse-drawn carriage
as it carried her casket
through the London streets to Westminster Abbey
with the constant ringing of church bells in the distance.
And William and Harry following,
now mother-less little Princes
left behind.
Completely heartbreaking.
I couldn't stop watching.
I was very saddened and moved.
And bothered
about the circumstances surrounding her death.
I cried my eyes out.
My then-boyfriend,
a brilliant stand-up comedian,
was with me when the breaking news hit CNN,
but he didn’t watch the funeral.
He did however use the news
in the comedy routine he was writing
and actually got up on stage days later
to deliver the opening line:
“I wish I was a florist in England right now.”
Tragedy is comedy.
Saddened, moved and bothered,
and then saddened, moved and bothered once more
when I learned Bernie Taupin left Marilyn Monroe behind,
to re-write the lyrics to Candle in the Wind
for Elton John to sing at Princess Diana’s funeral service.
The song was originally recorded on the beloved 1973 album,
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.
I cried my eyes out.
May both these unforgettable women rest in peace.


Elton John singing Goodbye England's Rose
(a re-write of Candle in the Wind)
at Princess Diana's funeral...





Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Captain & The Kid ~ Elton John



The Captain & The Kid
by Live Music Head














When I heard about Elton John and Bernie Taupin
hooking up to make this record, 
I thought, no! 
No, no, no, no, no! 
The headline will read... 
“Captain Fantastic
and The Brown Dirt Cowboy meet Walt Disney”. 
No, no, no, please god, no! 
Being a huge fan of this songwriting team's work 
from the 1970's 
and not as large a fan of the work since, 
I convinced myself this 2006 sequel wouldn't be any good. 
1975's Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
is a great, great record. 
It's the very first record I ever bought
with my own money, 
and it's still very dear to me,
getting regular plays to this day. 
So I pretended I never heard about the sequel, 
and avoided it entirely for the past two years. 
And then a couple of weeks ago,
it came up in conversation, again... 
"I felt the same way as you, 
but trust me, it's pretty good,”  he said. 
I heard myself replying…  
"Okay, well, if you burn me a copy, 
maybe I’ll listen." 
A week later, 
a burned copy of The Captain & The Kid
sat on my dining room table. 
But I continued to resist, 
playing anything and everything else
from my collection instead. 
Until yesterday,
when I grabbed the disc from the table,
and popped it in the old discman as I ran out the door, 
wondering if I’d regret it. 
Nothing worse than realizing
you made the wrong choice in music 
once you're already en route. 
But, oh my goodness! 
I was struck before I even reached the subway. 
And once on the train,
I was listening so intently, 
I went two stops past my destination. 
Now, I wouldn't want to make
any comparisons to the first, 
but the title track did give me shivers
upon hearing the same melody as the original. 
And Tinderbox had me from the get-go, 
with an opening sounding an awful lot like
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. 
The Captain & The Kid
was the soundtrack to my errands all that day. 
And it will likely get a few more plays. 
Thanks to friends who burn me stuff.


The Captain & The Kid title track...