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06-18-2006, 12:25 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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Alice Cooper or Kiss, who had better shows?
who do you think had the better shows, Kiss had the paint, pyro, unique costumes, Alice Cooper had the showy efects, the dark look to him and his shows, so Who is the better band to see at there live shows?
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06-18-2006, 12:27 AM | #2 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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Alice Cooper
Because he could get rid of all that stuff and STILL put on a great show because he was a great songwriter who experimented with his music as well as his stage show. Kiss wrote lame cock rock. No fucking contest
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06-18-2006, 01:58 PM | #7 (permalink) | |
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06-18-2006, 02:02 PM | #8 (permalink) |
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Kiss tried too hard.
Alice Cooper didn't have to. That and the guys of kiss sometimes give me the creepy crawlies
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06-18-2006, 02:02 PM | #9 (permalink) |
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The crowd did. He just threw it out into the crowd.
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06-18-2006, 02:20 PM | #10 (permalink) |
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go ask alice
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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