Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Do I start with the midget strippers? Or do I start with the John Entwhistle interview?
I was asked this question during the question portion of my book signing at the Barnes and Noble in Cary, NC Wednesday night the 9th of January. That is possibly the easiest question I was asked.
Thee Dollhouse of Raleigh had signed up “Little Sisters”, twin midget strippers, for a weekend in January in 2005 and the entire weekend sold out weeks in advance! I nailed down an interview with the two and they came by to talk in person the Friday before their first show.
The reason why the interview went so horribly was because they had nothing to say. This is the air check.
Twin Midget Strippers Interview January 2005
The other really bad interview was with John Entwhistle of The Who no less, may he rest in peace. I had no idea that Entwhistle was legally deaf. The interview was by phone and the poor guy couldn't hear my questions very well so it was a five minute interview of…
Two of the greatest-worst interviews of 20+ years of rock radio.
Monday, January 7, 2013
David Menconi of the News & Observer and I will be doing live readings of our new books this Wednesday night in Cary at Barnes & Noble at 7pm. David’s book was finished and published in September of 2012.
My book is an autobiography so the book has a few different directions to follow. Having been brought up in the military for the first 18 years of my life meant moving all over the world, and being a rock radio air personality for 25-plus years brings it’s share of stories also.
Throw in scizophrenia and a mysterious illness and early death of my father.
Alice Cooper 1992
Hardbacks and softcovers will be available, personally signed. A question and answer period will follow the reading.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
A preview of the new book from Bob “the Blade” Robinson.
I was the boring one. The rest of these housemates were one hundred percent shits and giggles. Things happened. Things happen at that age when you are just finding out how the world works. I ended up in bed one night—and I do not know how—with some fourteen-year-old girl. She made it clear she wanted nothing to happen, so nothing did. I think I was too afraid anyway. I have no idea how a fourteen-year-old got to that house and ended up spending the night with me, but at nineteen years of age, I was not asking questions or looking for anyone’s life story. At fourteen, she didn’t have much of a life story anyway.
That was the summer I first set foot in a rock nightclub. All the bikes were parked side by side outside the main entrance in front of the big club in town called “The Cellar”. My roommates and I walked in, the worn-out door attendant carded us before we walked down that sticky carpeted hallway and let me tell you it is a proud moment when you are carded for the first time. You never forget it. Inside, the disco balls were rotating, smoke was everywhere, the girls were walking around in high heels with skirts up to their necks; all of them had lit cigarettes in their hands. The beginning of Rod Stewart’s “Hot Legs” starting up as I walked in is a memory that I will never forget. Rod Stewart was in his prime in the seventies. I look back and realize how lucky I am to have grown up in that era. Think about it: “Hot Legs”, “Stay with Me”, “I Know (I’m Losing You)”, “Maggie May”. God bless Rod Stewart.