My dreams last night had a recurring theme. In three separate dreams, people would approach me and say that John Travolta doesn't like me. He didn't like me personally and hell, he didn't even like the concept of my existence. As I woke, I realized that this must be an omen that I would have something fantastic to write about today. I've waited twelve hours and nothing...so I'm taking matters into my own hands.

Behold the majesty of Iggy Pop from the infamous peanut butter incident at the Cincinnati Pop Festival, 1970. This one is a tad long, but he looks like a golden god in the end.



Alice Cooper talks about the original Alice Cooper group and the "chicken incident."




I prefer Alice Cooper without the gimmicks, circa 1971. Alice Cooper released two masterpieces in 1971, "Killer" and "Love It To Death." In a perfect world they would be on classic rock stations instead of Boston.