On November 18, 2012, Alice Cooper performed at the Emerald Queen Casino in Fife, Washington. I bought tickets for this concert as a gift for my husband because Alice Cooper was popular when he and I were in junior high. I knew he would enjoy hearing Alice's tunes again.
As you may have expected, the casino's auditorium was packed to the doors with stoners, bikers, long-haired hippies and other rejects from the 1970's. I kid you not. Almost everyone in the audience wore black, including me.
The show opened with "Hello Hooray." The band played all of their greatest hits, including "No More Mr. Nice Guy," "Be My Lover," "Welcome to My Nightmare," and "Billion Dollar Babies."
Alice Cooper appeared in a variety of fun costumes, including the red and black striped suit and top hat made him famous. Later, he wiggled his way out of a straight jacket. During the performance of "Feed My Frankenstein," Alice transformed himself into a monster. When the smoke dissipated, he turned back into himself again.
Alice was accompanied by a young female guitarist named Orianthi, who is as beautiful as she is talented. When I said that Orianthi's long, blond hair reminded me of our daughter, my husband turned to me and said, "Are you sure she's a girl?" Since it was an Alice Cooper concert, I thought his question was a fair one.
My husband and I thoroughly enjoyed the band's tribute to four artists of the 1960's who helped make rock n roll what it is today. In memory of Jim Morrison, they played the Doors' hit, "L.A. Woman." They honored the late John Lennon by playing the Beatles' song, "Revolution." In memory of Jimmy Hendrix, they played "Foxy Lady." To honor Keith Moon, they played the Who's hit, "My Generation."
For the show's finale, the band played the songs I had been waiting to hear all night -- "I'm Eighteen" and "School's Out." "I'm Eighteen" is a great song about a young man's coming of age. "School's Out" brought back memories of how happy and excited we felt when the bell rang on the last day of school. The confetti and beach balls bouncing over the audience reminded me of summer vacation. What can I say? There is nothing quite like an Alice Cooper concert to make a woman feel like a teenager again.
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