Alice!

Alice Cooper during his, "The Nightmare Returns" tour: Nov. 4, 1986; Allen County War Memorial Coliseum, Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Alice Cooper.

Alice hadn't released any new music for much of the early 1980s as I started becoming interested in music. I had bought a couple of his records in a thrift store ("Killer" and "Alice Cooper Goes to Hell") and I loved both of them, even though "Killer" was so warped, it would barely play on my record player. I also remembered him from his appearance on the Muppet Show. At this time, nobody ever thought he was a relic of the 1970s. Record stores were not stocking many of his albums in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, at least. I was fascinated by Alice, so I would go into one of our local video rental stores, Hivedex Video, and ask them to go through their catalog listings looking for Alice Cooper albums they could order on cassette tape and I gradually built up a fair collection of his work.  

I remember being so excited when "Constrictor" came out in 1986.  I couldn't believe he was not only releasing a new album but he would also be playing in Fort Wayne. The crowd was crazy and I was right up there fighting to get up front.  I got a drumstick from either that show or from his next tour which I kept for many years until purging my belongings before my permanent move to Alaska in the late 1990s. I think I ended up burning it in our fireplace with a ton of other stuff I'd saved from the 1980s.

AC/DC Cash

One of the AC/DC dollars that was dropped on the audience during "Money Talks," Sep. 7, 1986; Allen County War Memorial Coliseum, Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Front.

Back.

Who Made Who tour, great show! SO LOUD!! I woke up the next morning for school and my ears were still ringing. I was a little bit worried they were permanently damaged. Pretty sure it was the cannons during, "For Those About To Rock" that did it. I was toward the front of the stage and could feel vibrations from the "BOOM!" echoing in my sinuses. Great, great show. I went with a couple of guys I worked with at McDonalds.

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Hippy Shirts

In the mid 1980s, my friend Duane and I picked up a couple of old hippie shirts at a thrift store. Wide collars, soft and stretched from years of wear. To us, they felt like something dug up from another lifetime. The late 60s weren’t even twenty years gone, but at 16 that was forever. We wore them for an afternoon and just laughed, like we’d stepped into a world that didn’t belong to us.

Twenty years doesn’t stretch the way it used to. It’s like some kid today digging through a thrift bin and pulling out a shirt from 2005—a Von Dutch hat, a Livestrong bracelet, baggy jeans—holding it up like it’s from another planet. To me, that stuff still feels more or less contemporary.

Hands Across America

Yep, I did this. It seemed like the thing to do at the time.
We met at the high school and were bussed  around to where they needed people.
Weird thing.

Hands Across America: May 25, 1986.

I was not particularly community minded in high school, but I do remember participating in things like this. I also participated in a community disaster response drill where I was instructed to act like I was injured along with a bunch of other people at the high school (of course), then we were taken to the hospital to see how emergency response teams would handle such an event. I don't know why, but I was always quick to volunteer for things like that.