Alice Cooper

The reason you see Alice's birthdate wrong alot of the time is because 'Rolling Stone' did a Rock n Roll Encyclopedia in which they decided to list Alice's birthday as December 25, 1945 and since Everyone knows that 'Rolling Stone' must know Everything, it is cited as his birthday alot of the time.
(Renfield, July 1995)

"The Church was suddenly everything to us, a religion, a social life, a new family. My Father`s devotion was inspiring. It affected my Mother so deeply that within a month she stood up in church one day and asked to be baptised. My Father did the same thing a few weeks later, and after that our lives changed completely. A real conversion took place in all of us, my father the most dramatically. He stopped everything bad he was doing - cold turkey. He stopped it all, from booze to tobacco. He was incredibly strong and determined, and the entire family had renewed respect for him.

How was Alice's relationship with his dad after the book ['Me, Alice'] with the introduction by his father was printed?

Great. They really got along like best friends.

The latter. As I have said, I don't think 'DaDa' is as autobiographical as some would like it to be. Actually, by the time Alice was writing 'DaDa', he had moved back to Phoenix so he was seeing his parents more than ever.
(Renfield)

Before he was a year old, the Furniers' had moved to Los Angeles and back to Detroit. At about age three (for Alice), they moved to Phoenix for a year or two. Then back to Detroit for three winters. At eight, back to L.A. and living in his Uncle Lonson's living room. Ether Furnier scores a job at the Jet Propulsion Lab. In May 1961, the family heads to Phoenix after the senior Furnier is ordained. Alice notes that he was thirteen and his father was 38 when his father was ordained, about a month prior to moving to Phoenix.

Close enough.
(Renfield, March 1996)

On the Fourth of July (1961?), only two months after we had moved to Phoenix, there was a huge celebration at a church member's home, and when I got home to my pillow, instead of f***ing it, I threw up two quarts of lasagna on it. My mother chalked it up to spicy cooking. Later on in the night my stomach hurt unbearably, and possessed with the fear that I would be carried to the doctor's office for an injection, I kept my mouth shut and suffered through the pain.
Two days later I was throwing up every hour, which I hid from my mother by sneaking into the bathroom in the back of the trailer and turning the water on full force to cover up the sounds of my retching. Eventually she got suspicious about the toilet flushing so much and I began to crawl outside the trailer where they couldn't hear me. Eventually I was in so much pain that I couldn't even stand to get outside. My mother found me in a pool of vomit on my bedroom floor and in a belated state of panic they rushed me to a hospital.
There had been a dead cow on the Indian reservation we had visited that Independence Day, and I had poked around the carcass with a stick, although everyone warned me to stay away from it. The doctors at the hospital were convinced that I had picked up typhoid from the cow, and they put me in the infectious isolation ward. Another two days went by as my white blood count soared, and for a week I had lost weight like sugar in a rainstorm. Almost ten days after I got sick they decided to slice me open and check inside.
I was full of peritonitis. My insides were literally riddled with it. I was rotting away. They tried to move my intestines aside to find my appendix, but my guts were too infected and not solid enough to touch. My appendix had burst a good week before, but it was too late to do anything about it now. They sewed me up again, stuck draining tubes in me, and told my parents I would die.
My father couldn't believe it. Why had God let him go to Phoenix to work with the Indians, step out on faith with no money, no job, and now take his son away from him? He thought it must be a trial, like Abraham.
The doctors pumped me full of morphine and even though I was in a deep dream world, constantly hallucinating, my parents sat by my bedside and read the Bible and comic books to me: "The sickness is not unto death but unto the glory of God." I looked like I was ready for Hitler's ovens. I dropped almost half my weight, weight that I was never to recover. I reached a low sixty-eight pounds. I didn't even want to jerk off with my pillow.
A call went out to church members around the country for help. In Los Angeles the church people who ordained my dad prayed and fasted for me. Letters and cards arrived at the hospital by the dozens while my parents waited for the end to come.
I can't offer any explanation as to why I lived except that it was a miracle. There is no doubt about it. It was a miracle that I pulled through - thanks to Jesus, and the church and the faith of everyone around me. Years later, whenever my father would tell this story to people, they'd laugh.
"Why would the Lord save the life of Alice Cooper?"

"I was only ninety-eight pounds and had spent a year and a half hunched over in bed, which left a curvature of my spine and shoulders which could have put the hunchback of Notre Dame to shame."(Me Alice)

Nope. He left to go to Hollywood and became a big rock star.
(Renfield, March 1996)

"Glen and I became friends basically because he was forbidden. Cortez was a school of goody-goody kids. There was no juvenile delinquency in our clean American Phoenix suburb and Glen was considered a tough kid. His swagger and unlit cigarette was as close as we got to what the principal, George Buckley, called "negative influences on the community." Buckley, who was a well-known community leader in Phoenix, a Mormon elder and member of the draft board, was obsessed with uncovering "negative influences on the community." My friendship with Glen soon tainted me. Glen was suspended from school a half a dozen times for long hair and smoking in the bathroom, and when Buckley saw me walking around the Cortez campus with him I was automatically put on his suspicious character list."

Vincent Furnier starts going by Alice Cooper on April 12th 1968.
I believe this is correct. This is how I came to that conclusion. If I remember right, in the book "Me, Alice", Alice started calling himself Alice right after the traffic accident he and the band were in. There is a scan of that police report at Michael Bruce's page showing that the accident occurred on Apr 12th '68.

MARRIED: Alice Cooper, 28, decadent rock's man with a woman's name, and Sheryl Goddard, 19, singer and dancer who appeared in Cooper's "Welcome To My Nightmare" show; in a civil ceremony in Acapulco, Mexico, March 20. It was a "seperate estates" marriage, which, in the event of divorce, bars each spouse from a share in the other's propety.

Sometimes there's a little confusion about Alice's marital history. He had a long time girlfriend in the late '60s and early '70s named Cindy Laing - but they were never married. She did, however, sue him for palimony (not alimony) when they broke up in '75. (The case was settled out of court in the early '80s.) Cindy got quite a bit of media attention at the time of the suit ('60 Minutes', 'Phil Donahue', etc). Hey, by the way. I believe that although the Lee Marvin alimony case was the FAMOUS one and actually went to court---as far as I know, Alice Cooper was the FIRST person ever to be served with an alimony suit. (No joke.)
(Renfield, March 1996)

Right. That was Cindy's contention. But she had tons of opportunities to get modeling jobs-she certainly had the connections with who she knew (she once was on the front cover of Andy Warhol's "Interview" magazine c.1974)-but she chose not to work.
(Renfield, March 1996)

These rumors have been flying around a lot especially with the release of 'The Last Temptation' - which certainly has some theological tones to it. But then again, this is nothing new. Many of Alice's lyrics have dealt with this going all the way back to "Fields of Regret" and "Second Coming." He feels it's an interesting subject to write about as he doesn't want to do songs that are just about making out in the back seat of a car or the like.

Alice's make-up is copyrighted in some shape or manner. There was no specific reasoning for the design. It kind of developed out of a demented clown puppet thing I once heard him say.
(Renfield, October 1995)

I think he played Harmonica a couple of times when 'Dirty Dreams' was done on the 'Hey Stoopid' tour.
(Renfield, October 1996)

On the 1997 tour, Alice played guitar in public for the first time. He played rhythm guitar on 'I'm Eighteen' during the US leg of the tour. He also did this on the live performance of the song on 'The Tonight Show' on 30th August 1997. Alice used one of Ryan Roxie's 'Roxie SS' guitars made by GMP in California.

He can play a little guitar and a little piano but never really uses them for songwriting (he may have a little in the 70s.) He comes up with alot of musical parts for his songs but usually "hums" (for lack of a better word) the parts to his songwriting partner. The lyrics come before, after and during the writing of a song. No set rules there.
(Renfield, August 1995)

(Renfield, September 1996)

Alice does get some fan mail that makes it to his private home address and everyone who lives there knows to throw it in the garbage as not to acknowledge that he lives there.
(Renfield, August 1996)

The scar seen on Alice's torso in the 'Killer' calander is an appendix scar.

Even though Alice's Beverly Hills house had been in a fire, it had been repaired. Those old "Maps of Hollywood Stars' Homes" sometimes still list that house. In the late '80s, we saw the house. It had a sign outside that read: "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore, Go Back and Get a Refund!"
(Susie, August 1996)

Alice is very into dental hygene after many years of self abuse. He flosses nightly with waxed (I had him using my favorite, dental tape -much thicker- for awhile but I think he reverted) and he even uses those threader things.
(Renfield, March 1996)

Alice has a classic Mustang, a Mercedes Benz, a fully equipped van and a Bentley. He is constantly trading, selling and buying cars. It's a bit of a hobby of his.
(Renfield, January 1996)

Yup. It was some Prince dude that they figured was the culprit. It's really nicely framed with a dagger.
(Renfield, November 1995)

Does Alice still paint?
Yes, on occassions. He's pretty darn good.

Have any of these paintings ever been auctioned or sold?
A few times he has done a sketch that has been auctioned off at various charity events.

Is there ever a chance that Alice would paint an album cover for one of his records?

Interesting notion. It's never come up (although, you do see his initials on the artwork for 'Flush The Fashion'. I hate to burst bubbles but although it was alice's concept and he did the original art for it, someone else did the final version.) He does do sketches sometimes for album cover ideas.
(Renfield, August 1996)