One afternoon we got a call from Alice Coopers tour manager. He asked if we could possibly let Mr Cooper come by the shop after hours. We shut up as usual and half an hour or so later a limousine pulled up outside. Out got Alice and couple of band members. He hung out for an hour or so, talking B Movies with our resident horror film geek and left with a bunch of tapes.
That became routine when Alice was in town, in turn we got tickets and back stage passes.
It’s funny how these things play out. A few years later I was working in music publishing and had the opportunity to ask Mr Cooper for a favour, I was working with an called Donovan who had added backing vocals to Billion Dollar Babies and he wanted to see Alice’s special invitation show at the Marquee in London. Tickets and passes arrived at my office, we went to the show and the party afterwards.
The strangest part of all this was meeting Mr Coopr once again and have him shake my hand and ask how I was doing and what had happened to the old video shop.
Seems that those heroes are pretty much like the rest of us, especially if we treat them that way.
]]>This is pretty saddening to hear Sarah, but a good point and worth remembering. Thanks for posting.
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