DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER

 In the beginning, Alice Cooper was the name of a rock group. Then my stage name. And then a monster. Now I've written a book that tracks Alice's 'evilution', how he and I became almost fatally intertwined, and how I've tamed him at last.

After over thirty records and sixty-plus years, the story of Alice Cooper has become a tangle of embellishments, elaborations and outright fabrications, that I think it's time to sort reality from myth: the slaughtered chickens, the bans and record burnings, the evangelical terrors, Ouija boards and poltergeists, resurrections and revenge from the grave, the cross-dressers, thieves, drug addicts and hopeless alcoholics, the house fires and car crashes - all will be revealed for what they really were.