Alice Cooper

This past Friday Colin and I saw Alice Cooper at the Centre for the Performing Arts. I may seem like an unlikely Alice Cooper fan, but if you know me, and have seen my itunes list, or our CD collection, this shouldn't be much of a surprise. To say my taste in music is eclectic is an understatement.

What I thought was my first exposure to Alice Cooper was Wayne's World. But according to my mum, he used to make guest appearances on Seasame Street. But my first memories of interest in his music was thanks to Wayne's World. The movie also introduced me to Queen (with some help from Lisa), and my talent for headbanging...

Colin and I thought we were going to stick out like sore thumbs, dressed in our conservative ways. Turns out though there was every type of person possible at this concert. People my parents' ages dressed like their age. People dressed like Alice Cooper. People dressed like us. People still in their business suits.

We were very close to the stage, which was good and bad. Good because we were so close and had a good view. Bad because we saw every wrinkle and sag on Alice's face, and we were right next to the speakers, and seem to be in denial that we are both in our 30's. We didn't have earplugs. When I went to bed Friday night I could hear my eardrums banging - that can't be good, can it? Here we are Monday morning and my ears are still slightly plugged.