"As soon as we moved to the farm in Pontiac, Charlie Carnal and Mike Allen began to build a death machine. Our first idea was called the "Cage of Fire," which looked like I was being burned to death, and I very nearly was. The cage was made from a bent shower curtain rod. On it we hung forty or fifty tightly rolled, long plastic bags, like you get at the cleaners. At the finale of our show we rolled the cage on stage and I got inside. The rest of the group surrounded me with matches like pixies at a ritual and lit the plastic from the bottom. As the long plastic burned all around me it coagulated into fiery balls and fell to the ground with an incredibly loud whssst sound. When it all got going I looked like I was standing in the middle of a fiery rainstorm, imprisoned in burning bars. It was a great effect for $15, and we billed it as "Can Alice Cooper Escape the CAGE OF FIRE?!!" We used the cage only a few times, fortunately. Club owners and promoters didn't like it because of the fire laws, and the few times we did sneak it on stage we wound up paying for damages we did to the stage floor and it nearly roasted me like Bavarian shish kabob."
(Me Alice)