Today we're handing the keys to the blog to spook rock pioneer Alice Cooper. Here he talks about a few music artists doing him proud. By Alice Cooper See Also: - Ten Creepy Movies That Scare the Hell Out of Alice Cooper - The 25 Creepiest Heavy Metal Album Covers
On April 12, St. Vitusthe metal outpost in Greenpointturned one year old, but the birthday celebration went down between April 23 and April 28. Bands, cartoons, go-go girls, celebrities, sacrilege, and a metal magician were in attendance. "It was chaos," says bartender and co-owner Ju ... More >>
The 2012 edition of The Bamboozlethe weekend-long festival of complete and utter overstimulation in the name of music and carnival rideswill take place May 18 through 20, and instead of being held in the parking lot of the Meadowlands' football stadium, as it has been for the past cou ... More >>
This morning the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame announced its 2012 inductees, and topping the list is the snarling chroniclers of Sunset Strip decadence Guns N' Roses. (Will they get back together for the induction dinner? Is Axl Rose only going to call up Izzy for the big night? How does Tracii ... More >>
From the Jill Stuart show. Photo by Graham Rayman. What makes the fashion industry such an elitist, exclusory world? Vogue's Anna Wintour attempted to explain it in the moderately sympathetic new documentary The September Issue; she insisted, with clipped British finality, that the unstyli ... More >>
When I saw In The Heights, the peppy Broadway musical which is very Electric Company comes to your barrio, I brilliantly noticed the smoldering talent of Karen Olivo in a supporting role and told everyone about her hot culo. Now that Olivo is Tony bound for her fiery Anita in West Side Story, I can ... More >>
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