Alice Cooper snickers while telling the story of his onstage midair skewering of a doll thrown from the audience, done with a sword formerly owned by Errol Flynn. Moments later, I'm standing just a few feet away from the original shock rocker as he raises another potential instrument of death and prepares to whack away at a small object. But instead of aiming for my head, Cooper sends a dimpled golf ball sailing out over a grassy expanse, courtesy of a highly polished titanium driver and a powerful but elegant swing.
It's my first lesson in a good golf swing. To be honest, it’s my first golf lesson of any kind — and from Alice Cooper, no less.