Drummer and R&R Hall of Fame Inductee Neal Smith, of the original band called Alice Cooper, celebrates 65 year on the planet today, September 23rd. Happy Birthday Neal, you are the best!
All five members of the original band called Alice Cooper will be inducted into Cleveland’s Rock & Roll Hall of Fame on March 14, 2011. Among their fellow performer inductees are Neil Diamond, Dr. John, Darlene Love, Tom Waits and Leon Russell. This was the first nomination for all inductees with the exception of Love, who was nominated twice previously. It’s unfortunate that nominee Donovan wasn’t also inducted, because then he and the band could have performed “Billion Dollar Babies” (on which Donovan sang back up) live at the induction ceremony. Talk about missed opportunities. The Worley Gig sends sincere congratulations out to all five members of the band that created Shock Rock – lead guitarist Glen Buxton (RIP), rhythm guitarist Michael Bruce, bass player Dennis Dunaway, drummer Neal Smith and vocalist Vince Furnier – without whose enduring influence bands like Kiss and Marilyn Manson would certainly be doing something else for a living.
It has been pretty freezing ass cold in NYC these past few weeks. But I don’t think you could have asked for a more beautiful mid-winter day on Sunday, and it certainly was perfect weather to uncover your head, strip down to maybe one or two layers and make the trip down to Soho to visit the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Annex. Because it is no secret that I like to Rock. Geoffrey snagged a few discount tickets on Goldstar, so I met him and his friend Susie outside the Annex and we got ready to rock like nobody’s business.
Our visit began in a small theater with a fifteen minute film featuring live performances and notable quotes from many of the artists ensconced in the HOF. My favorite clips were The Beatles, The Who and The Doors. They did show a live clip of Queen (I saw them five times back in the 70s), but it was from after Freddie Mercury cut his hair off and started looking like one of the Village People. So it did not yank my chain quite as hard as it would had it been one of those satin-jumpsuit-wearing Freddie clips. Anyway, when I saw Jim Morrison in his leather pants singing, “Come on baby, light my fire,” like the immortal Sex God that he is, well, I got a little teardrop.