James Taylor meets Alice Cooper

In 1974 my parents had a Motorola Stereo console which I inherited and kept in my room. I was oddly obsessed with records. I remember around 6 years old waking up early every morning whispering to my mom as she slept ,"can I play music? I'll keep the volume on 2". They say I was an easy kid to take care of - just plop me in front of the stereo and go about your day.
Those days my parents had what was typical for pop records, Beatles, Creedence, James Taylor, Burt Bacharach, Partridge Family, Beach Boys and some cool hip bongo lounge record (Persuasive Percussion). I soaked in all that amazing music. My music intake was relatively smooth besides the beautiful brashness of John Fogerty's voice, and the tiny distortion on lennon's Revolution. I could go on for days about my thoughts and feelings for each one of those records but my intent here is to express that cataclysmic moment when I heard the big bang of the universe of Shock Rock introduced by Alice Cooper.
One of my brothers friends left a record of Alice Cooper's "Killer" at our house without the jacket. At that time he was on Warner Brothers records- so was James Taylor (what a great Record label back then). I used to listen to JT's "Mud Slide Slim" all the time....still do. Both these records looked exactly the same-dark green. One fine Saturday morning I picked up my green Warner Brothers record thinking I would hear the smooth singer/songwriter ease my 7 year old mind with "You've Got A Friend", but what I got was the Amazing, Crunchy, Screaming Assault of "You Drive Me Nervous"!!!! It was the screaming distortion of his vocals!! This guy was pissed! his "fn' throat was pissed! Those guitars were like atom bombs going off in my little room. Those scary minor progressions and the flanged cymbals....OH MY GOD ....LOVE LOVE LOVE I was in love. This was the sound of me - my guts my emotions. I may not have been able to defend myself to two older(big) brothers, but I could listen and sing to this stuff. This was my courage and my voice at the time. This memory is so vivid. I was in that room in awe all day. My grand parents were over and I never came out. I wanted more and more - I was hooked, a Shock Rock junkie. I mean c'mon who wouldn't be? He sung about death and dead babies and Hell! My mom eventually caught on and supported my infatuation (God bless her) by buying me more AC records. When I finally saw him on T.V. with the make up, the horror show, and the metal guitars, I made up my mind I wanted to be him. So much for baseball and normal boyhood.