Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Eighteen, because that’s the number of reviews I need for Occasional Soulmates in order to qualify for a listing on Digital Books Today when I run a promotion in a few weeks.
One more review will do the trick, so if you’ve read Occasional Soulmates, consider posting a brief review in the next few days. Here’s the link to the book. If you’re a paperback lover, here’s where you can grab a copy if you haven’t read it yet!
I don’t know why DBT requires eighteen reviews. Probably because the average book has seventeen. Whatever the case, if you can do anything to help, I will sing your praises to all who will listen. And this is my last appeal for that one review. I know: it gets old.
As for Alice Cooper, for some reason I love watching him now even more than I did back in the day. There’s just something prescient about his act that predicted, or maybe even caused, the overblown spectacle thing in rock, making it almost impossible for a few dudes or dolls with guitars to simply stand up and play. Like the Germans used to shout at The Beatles in Hamburg, you now had to “mach schau!” Alice begat big hair, wild make-up, outrageous on-stage stunts, and a persona that nothing to do with the guy putting it on.
Oh, and like another fellow who changed things up quite a bit, his real name is Vincent.