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PUNCH & JUDY PLAY THE TOILETS
It looks good on your resume...
July 1, 1975
I’m riding with Alice Cooper in the limousine which will take us to his plane, when a blues song by Howlin’ Wolf comeson the radio. “Oh, shit, “he groans. “Get that crap off! God, I hate blues.”
I suggest that he do a blues album someday. Drinking muddy water and sleeping in a hollow log are not so very different, after all, from some of the other humiliations his stage persona’s endured. “Yeah,” he says, and begins improvising a 12-bar deathless right on the spot: “ ‘I scraped out my underwear...’ ”