Here I go Again. This time I decided to Feed My Frankenstein fascination with horror and head to Munich, Germany, to see Whitesnake & Alice Cooper, both at their peak in the 80s, but still going strong. Knowing the trip will be pretty long (390 km one way), especially on my way back after midnight, I equipped myself with an energy drink to match the occasion (Hell).
The hard rock band Whitesnake and the American shocker Alice Cooper performed in the Olympiahalle, but to warm things up in temperatures below zero were the German rock band Five and The Red One.
The thirty-something Whitesnake with David Coverdale asked themselves very soon Is This Love at seeing the audience. The hall wasn’t full and it was actually split in half, it was mostly filled with nostalgic fans. But it was love. For the old times.
After the Snakebite, Alice Cooper, known as the king of shock rock, famous for his bloody, theatrical and horriffic performances, appeared as a sillhuette in the midst of a killing.
This was a show with the capital S. Dead bodies, wielding a sword, a knife, throwing pearls into the audience, money… Zombies walking on stage, the henchmen and women which he eventually beat to death, throwing them around, slapping them, then stole a baby and slaughtered it, was then put in a straitjacket and was eventually punished for his crimes by hanging. Yes, he really did got hanged on the gallows and then taken away.
Performing hits like No More Mr. Nice Guy, Welcome to my Nightmare, Vengeance is Mine, School’s Out and Poison, he lived up to the expectations. Not a pretty sight with that makeup, but a nice guy nevertheless. For a great part of the show, he was less than half a meter from the audience, and for the first four songs, les than 20 cm from the photographers, patting one on the head in one of his interractions with his audience.
Little by Little the horror show unfolded, his nightmare and Dirty Dreams. The Zombie Dance, Sunset Babies, Dirty Diamonds – all a part of his haunted house show, the kind he’s very famous for. He’s 60 now, and wrinkled – together with his trademark make-up, it’s quite a scary sight. He’s no Pretty Ballerina, I tell you…
Six Hours after I arrived in Munich one of the best shows I’ve ever seen ended in death by hanging and his final words that we’re all Poison. I guess I knew it’s worth the trip. It was love for the old times, but Love’s a Loaded Gun, when you’re travelling that far in times when conditions on the road are not the best. But this time icy roads on my way back didn’t pull the trigger.
And in the Still of the Night with Hell on my side, I got home at half past four in the morning, feeling like a Wind-Up Toy, full of impressions. An amazing performance, an amazing artist and one freaky show.