A fictional rock memoir about the unknown man behind the legendary band—and the three months that changed everything.
From glorified roadie to producer, Mark Cohen spent a lifetime behind the scenes of the music industry. Although well respected by his peers, most people don't know his name. Certainly not the way they know the name of the legendary band that gave him his start.
But as founder and lead guitarist, Ginger Smith once told a reporter from Rolling Stone; none of Coven’s success would have been possible were it not for a chance meeting with Cohen at a bowling alley in Parma, Ohio.
Long before the sold-out arenas and platinum records, there was a used cargo van, a string of dive bars, and a band nobody had yet heard of.
Told by the man who had a front-row seat for all of it, Coven: Love, Sex & Pizza, takes the reader on a trip back to the three months in 1985 that altered the course of his life—and the face of rock—forever.
Set against the gritty backdrop of blue-collar towns, steamy nights in cheap motels, and long days on the road, Mark Cohen provides an unflinching, unfiltered, and highly intimate look at what life on the road with five beautiful, talented, and ambitious women was really like.
The year was 1982. Jennie was 38, recently divorced and my aunt's best friend. I was 19, a Star Wars nerd, and had little sexual experience.
She yearned to feel desired again. I just wanted to get…well you know what I wanted.
When circumstance threw us together, the attraction was powerful. But was it strong enough to get beyond the taboo?
Would we walk away or give into our lustful desires?
I was about to turn 20 years old and Lynn was 42. It was the Fall of 1983 and this is the story of the voluptuous MILF who changed my life.
When the classy blonde walked into Lenny’s Home Furnishings, I was too focused on making a sale, to notice the curves hiding beneath her business suit.
When she tried to seduce me, I was too naïve to understand what was happening. Instead, I embarrassed her and myself. Was it possible she would give me a second chance
1983 was coming to a close. I had just turned 20 years-old, and I was no wiser than when the year began.
For starters, I seemed to fall in love with every woman I slept with.
On top of which I had to dodge the sexual advances of my best friend's mother.
And I had just blown the biggest job interview of my life.
I desperately needed to prove to the woman in Human Resources that I really was the best man for the job.