KISS - UNMASKED

In your opinion, what is the strangest KISS album? THE ELDER? One could even consider ANIMALYZE or KILLERS? Well, I’m not quite sure if the word ‘strange’ is appropriate but one must admit UNMASKED is a sure candidate for being named one of the oddest bed-fellows in the KISS catalog.
The name of the album alone brings one image to mind. The year of its release certainly triggers another vision, and lastly the childlike cartoon album cover makes it appear as if KISS had slid off the deep end once and for all. However, any of the album’s faults are made up for two-fold when you look at the album for what it is worth. UNMASKED is simply KISS’ most bubble gum release and a damn fine collection of material to boot.
I had read once that Gene Simmons compared UNMASKED to K-Tel record collections. The crappy Top 40 hit collections you would purchase at K-Mart or Woolworth’s back in the day while your mother shopped for yarn.
UNMASKED is exactly like a K-Tel album. For a pop album chalked to the brim with good songs you can’t find a wider and stronger set of material…for a KISS ‘album’…it is wimpy as hell.
I would have liked to have been around back in 1980 after its release and witnessed the backlash first hand. Sure, there were probably a handful of KISS fans still reeling from the ‘comeback’ of KISS, still carrying memories of seeing KISS during the DYNASTY tour that thoroughly enjoyed the album, but there had to be bands of teens across the nation that hated the album with a passion. The tale of the tape lies firmly in the fact that KISS only performed one show in the US during the 1980 tour. There was trouble in the KISS City, and you spelled that trouble S-U-C-C-E-S-S.
One of the coolest KISS items I have ever ran across was the PEOPLE magazine with KISS on the cover from August 18th, 1980. The tagline says it all,
"Behind that makeup, they’re rich, raunchy & not so repulsive".
When a national magazine comes out and tells every housewife in the supermarket that ‘underneath that makeup’ the band that was once touted as being KNIGHTS IN SATAN’S SERVICE is actually a band of four gentlemen…you’ve got problems. There goes your rock and roll image.
I have to assume image was important to KISS at the beginning of the decade because I had also read that at certain point Gene and Paul were actually getting fed up with the makeup. Particularly because it was causing them to not be noticed when they went out to clubs. To remedy the situation the band along with management actually staged photos of the band ‘covering’ up their faces with napkins or towels. Thus, giving the public a hint at what KISS really looked like, making it easier for the members to be recognized in public. Is this the truth? Who knows? But it does lead one to question…did this topic lay heavily on the minds of KISS while naming the album?
The album as a whole is cheesy. It’s aimed at kids. From the goofy rainbow colors used in the KISS logo on the back cover to the cover art cartoon strip itself, the entire package is ‘preschool’. However, being a true kid at heart I absolutely love it.
I love everything about it. I love holding the album cover art, reading and studying every panel as if it truly is a comic book. I love how Ace is displaying his cape in the first panel…like some Arch-Angel straight from the pages of Marvel Comics. I love how the spark of red fire from Gene’s Axe bass leads your eye to the right, noticing the annoying photographer trying to get a glimpse of ‘unmasked’ KISS during a concert. I even love and have always been fascinated with the mysterious flying pat of butter above Gene’s head in the ‘revelation/GASP’ panel. In my mind, with a teenage fans interest in mind, the sound and cover art might have been a bad idea for KISS at the time but at the end of the day it works. It’s just another piece of the puzzle that builds that wonderful cozy camp feeling we all love about KISS.
When I first started collecting KISS my main objective was to purchase the entire catalog on CD. Living in St. Joseph you never expected to find anything of value, let alone…nostalgic. So, the day I ran across the UNMASKED 33" LP Album for $7.00, I was thrilled. I hopped in my car and ran across town to Bonanza Restaurant where I worked as a cook and where Dan was currently closing down his busboy shift. I pulled into the parking lot and ran through the backdoor as if I had just won the lottery. Little did I know, I had. While I was showing the album to Danny, we squished the album cover open and noticed two folded pieces of paper inside. We had struck gold. We had found the first item to ever be placed in the Howard/Thompson KISS museum, but most of all made our first step in a life of collecting KISS. I was suddenly the proud owner of the UNMASKED poster and merchandise form. My first vintage KISS items ever. I felt as if I had been given the key to the city. Looking back, I can’t actually remember if we actually knew that the UNMASKED poster really existed, but due to our excitement my heart leads me to believe we did not. It was a fantastic day for both of us. One of those days that you wish you could live again all over. One of those days that make you proud to be a KISS fan.
Overall, I truly enjoy UNMASKED. It has become one of my steadies. Never quite inching it’s way into the Top 5…but I find myself liking it more now than I did when I first discovered it. When I first heard the album the only tracks I listened to were "Shandi", "Torpedo Girl" and "Naked City". As a mature KISS fan that actually takes time to appreciate every aspect of an album I find myself enjoying every track. From "What Makes The World Go ‘Round" to "She’s So European"…I like it all. Yes, the guitars are a little soft and the underlying synthesizers are a little overbearing at times…but hey, it went with the times. It was 1980…and bubble gum KISS has never tasted as sweet.

...And You Could Call It KISSCO

The end of the seventies brought KISS to a curve in the road no one would have ever expected. KISS had lightened their sound, glorified their uniforms and taken their stage show to new heights attracting a much younger audience. This of course turned off many die-hard fans. But, as time went on it became increasingly apparent. The KISS of yesterday was history. A new more polished and accessible KISS was being marketed.
What could have caused this drastic change? Many point the finger to disco…and of that lot a good many raised their middle finger as well. Call it crazy…but I have never considered myself part of this particular breed. Perhaps it is my love for the album, DYNASTY? Maybe it was the thrill I received, watching bootleg copies of the 79’ Largo show on VHS as a kid? Whatever the cause…I enjoy ‘disco-KISS’.
It happens to me every year. Around Thanksgiving when a frigid chill hits the air…out come my copies of DYNASTY and UNMASKED and for a few weeks I indulge in the late 70’s excess of KISS. As a harsh winter wind pounds against my window and the bass beat of "Sure Know Something" pumps from my stereo my love for ‘disco-KISS’ grows and grows. In fact in recent years the fever has reached an all time high all thanks in part to a bootleg CD I received as a gift from fellow KISS fans after buying a HOT IN THE SHADE concert-tee off of Ebay.
The CD was a collection of unreleased bootleg demos called DEADLY DEMOS and among the loot was a killer disco remix of DYNASTY’S "Dirty Livin’". It had the beat, the hook, and the decadent excess of a disco roller rink classic only it was KISS and it was spread out for 10 long minutes, giving a nostalgic KISS fan a grin from ear to ear as if it truly were 1979 all over again.
Recently, during one of my (1979-1980 KISS-binge weekends) I began to develop a grand idea… Why not a compilation devoted to ‘disco-KISS’? The templates are already there? You have two complete albums to pull material from with DYNASTY and UNMASKED combined? Just add some bumping bass beats, an experienced DJ and you could whip up some heavy 12-Inch dance re-mixes that would make the cheesiest of K-Tel collection green with envy. Now, does that sound like a gem or what?
Granted, the average fan would scoff at this idea and yes it would be a novelty item at best, however, I would gladly throw down my $14.99…besides look at all the crappy tribute albums that circulate everywhere? At least this would actually be a REAL KISS performance…only slightly spun through a 1979 disco-ball blender.
It would simply be the rock and roll of KISS with the glitter and glamour of Studio 54. Rock and Roll Disco Re-mixes…to keep your Saturday night pumping throughout the darkness of the night. KISSCO…hard and heavy, catchy and melodic…and in pure KISS fashion…completely over the top.

KISS - DYNASTY

There has always existed a certain theory behind the ranking of my favorite KISS records. First off, they must actually be ‘KISS’ records…no solo albums, greatest-hits compilations, or live recordings can be thrown into the mix. Secondly, it has to be an album I ‘go to’ constantly. It simply can’t be a record in which I thought held the best performance or the highest production value; it simply has to be one of the five in which I constantly slap on to the turntable or into the CD drive. That being said, among the list of top 5’s is an album I hold extremely close to my heart for sentimental reasons; 1979’s departure into disco…DYNASTY.
Some of my finest memories of my youth are associated with this album. I first ran across this gem around Christmas my junior year of high school. It was during Christmas break that year, our little neighborhood had received a hefty pounding from old man winter and nothing satisfied late night teenage boredom more than waxing nostalgia in Brett Parker’s basement. Danny had recently purchased the KISS – DYNASTY album and presented it to me in our yearly Christmas exchange, so by the time we discovered the 1979 DYNASTY Tour Book in the closet of Brett’s older brother I was well schooled in KISS-Disco and ready to completely soak it all in.
The beauty of a tour book like 79’s DYNASTY tour book is that it is very obvious that the KISS money machines were churning at an incredible rate. Unlike previous years with the standard picture layouts of the band this go-round young concert attendees were treated to a highly produced and glossy spread featuring one on one pictorials of the band that were also accompanied by a one page description of that member’s ‘alter ego’. It was a delectable treat for any kid still naïve and young enough at heart to believe in KISS’ individual superhero personas. I’m sure my love for the DYNASTY album and the 1979 era costumes had a lot to do with the fact that I could gawk at that tour book for hours on end, but the fascination still exist. I can still see the layout of Paul in his purple stage outfit, holding the glass of red wine and the amazing Technicolor brilliance of Peter’s green lion heads. Sure it was a little Las Vegas but it also clearly told you KISS was back…and bigger and cooler than ever.
The release of DYNASTY proclaimed to the world the "Return of KISS" but on the inside nothing could have been more far from the truth. Although it had only been a little over one year since we last heard from the Superhero foursome, the impact of the Solo Albums left kids everywhere wondering if their heroes had fallen. It was safe to assume it was the ‘kids’ who were getting the wool pulled over their eyes.
Peter Criss’ absence was hardly noticeable audibly. Great tracks by both Stanley and Simmons made everything seem ‘business as usual’ and Ace, packing in a whopping three songs for this record, made it feel once again as if KISS were on fire. The heart pumping excitement of KISS’ first ‘actual’ record since 1977’s LOVE GUN could be heard form pop radio to the dance floor and it sold like hot cakes.
In order to truly discuss DYNASTY, we must mention the one thing most people found disturbing (none of which your friendly author finds disturbing). Granted, some may have found problems with the costumes, the light poppy sound, or the added makeup embellishments; the truly one thing audiences everywhere found disturbing was KISS’ one night fling with the disco sensation, naturally speaking of "I Was Made For Loving You". Yes…I’m sure having been a card carrying member of the KISS Army since 1976 and rocking out to classics like "God Of Thunder"… "I Was Made For Lovin’ You" would have been a tough pill to swallow when the bumping bass of DYNASTY suddenly had your little sister spinning circles at the roller rink…but c’mon…give the kids a break… "I Was Made For Loving You" is simply a great song. "Magic Touch" is simply a great song. The same goes for "Charisma" and "Save You Love". DYNASTY by far was not a far stretch for KISS it was a far stretch for KISS fans, one that this particular fan will cherish forever.
Of my favorite KISS memories the nostalgic banks over flow when I think of the DYNASTY album. By the time it entered my catalog Dan, myself and Brett were schooled enough in KISS that we were beginning to celebrate everything about the band, meaning anytime the three of us got together there was always a good time to be had. That Christmas break was like no other. Brett had ordered a cassette tape of the making of "I Was Made For Loving You" we had discovered his older brothers 79’ Tour Book, and DYNASTY sat atop my top five KISS albums of all time. Not only were we snowbound teenagers thirsting for rock and roll, we now had a portal back in time to the ‘making’ of the album, all the while staring dead on at an artifact from ‘back in the day’. A winter’s night had never felt so engrossing. This is quite possible the reason DYNASTY has become my ‘winter’ KISS album. Although, DYNASTY finds it’s way to my CD player often it never sounds quite as good as it does when the temperature drops below freezing and I find myself wasting away my morning wondering from room to room, coffee in hand, basking in the glory of KISS.

KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK

Throughout the course of our friendship Dan has unloaded quite a bit on me. At different stages in life, naïve or mature Dan has poked me where it hurts more than once, but seldom has the pain stuck with me as it did the night he introduced me to KISS. Either I was searching for something or KISS is just that damn good but something stuck. Eighteen years later I still hold that same shit house grin that was plastered to my face the first time I saw KISS. The same grin that stretches across my face as I write this. KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK is everything to me. It’s the crème de la crème of KISS. It simple does not get more extravagant than that.
KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK took me from being a kid curious about KISS to becoming a kid whom wanted to know everything about the band. It was the catalyst that sent me searching through every newsstand, record store and bargain basement store in St. Joseph on the hunt for anything KISS. It was truly what got me hooked. I remember it vividly. Staring quietly at the Gene Simmons solo cassette, enjoying the rock strut of Paul Stanley in "Who Wants To Be Lonely" from KISS EXPOSED and then simply being floored by the cartoon cheesy-ness of KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK. It was a magical night, a night that has made every day since a little sweeter.
You could say that ever since the blood soaked pages of KISS’ Marvel Comics Super Special hit grocery store newsstands in the late seventies that KISS were destined to become superheroes. You could even go as far as to say that their superhero manifestation was destined from the moment the first time Gene, Paul and Peter donned whiteface in their New York City loft. Myself, I like to pinpoint one simple event in 1974 as the very reason we enjoy PHANTOM OF THE PARK today; Gene proclaiming himself as ‘evil incarnate’ on the Mike Douglas television show. When KISS first set out across the back roads of the United States with nothing more than a dream and Bill Aucoin's American Express card the easiest way for the foursome to gain exposure was television. Bill Aucoin, rising form the ashes of television production knew this and did the right thing by placing the Demon smack dab in the celluloid spotlight. What emerged was our first look as a rock and roll superhero. As the demon-bat sat eerily slumped in his chair, hissing and grinning at the housewives of America the first stone was set…leading us eventually ‘under the skytower’.
From that appearance in 1974 to PHANTOM’S debut in 1978 KISS itself through image and sound grew lighter. The black and white color scheme found itself sharing company with glittering gold, silver and neon amber orange lighting effects. The costumes grew more flamboyant, the album covers more defined and the sound itself tiptoed into the clear waters of pop music. One thing however never changed…and that was KISS’ loyalty to their fans. Fans whom by the end of 1978 numbered in the millions ranging from age nine to nineteen. KISS had become America’s band and every teen magazine on the newsstand reflected that. Anything stamped with a KISS logo from bubble gum cards to trash cans to transistor radios sold like hotcakes. KISS had gathered a cult like status among impressionable youths ensuring the success of KISS’ 1st television movie. As the studio execs, record company sharks, and financial planners grinned on KISS took their first steps into uncharted waters. Sadly, no one saw the ‘no swimming’ sign until it was too late. But for the time, PHANTOM OF THE PARK was as a wonderful gift to the loyalist from the world’s most celebrated rock and roll band.
Ultimately the reason PHANTOM OF THE PARK works is that it oozes that good time, Saturday morning, cheesy superhero cartoons that we loved as kids. From its cheap special effects to its unbelievable fighting sequences to the horrible dialogue everything gels perfectly in that unique and comforting ‘Saturday morning’ kind of way. The nature of the film alone calls for kids of all ages to gather in front of their televisions, sitting Indian style on shaggy basement rugs with a bowl of Rice Crispie's popping in the middle of their lap. This is exactly what we longed for in our television viewing. Superheroes…rock and roll…excitement…and pure un-adulterated escape. For that…the KISS media machine does not get any better than KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK. Never has…never will.
Some of the greatest moments of KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK are as you would expect the concert sequences. When the fireworks erupted and KISS began hovering to the stage from outer space to the strains of Ace’s "Shock Me" guitar solo I was smitten like a school girl to the larger than life-ness rock and roll power of KISS. They looked amazing. You could actually feel the excitement and high of an actual KISS concert. Adding the performance of "I Stole Your Love" I was completely done in for. That song sprung me headfirst into KISS euphoria thrusting me to fall in love with the LOVE GUN album and much later scream like a school girl as KISS opened with the same song during the HOT IN THE SHADE tour. Even though it was 12 years later and I was in the middle of Kansas at an outdoor arena, I felt like a bubbling 12-year-old kid at Magic Mountain rocking out at the top of my lungs. Had it not been for my love of PHANTOM OF THE PARK I would have never gotten to enjoy such a moment.
To quote THE LAND OF HYPE AND GLORY, "another high point – or hype point" comes when Gene or the prototype of Gene we shall simply call ‘The Demon’ destroys the park, followed up by the interrogation of KISS by Sneed and his staff poolside somewhere in the hills of Hollywood. My God what I wouldn’t pay to find and take a dip in that pool! Watching the cartoon theatrics of ‘The Demon’ stomp around an empty amusement park, rough house a few guards, and smash a tiny soda shed (tossing empty Coca-Cola cups to the ground with utter disregard for parks cleanliness) makes PHANTOM OF THE PARK special to those of us who love it. If you would sit down any friend, girlfriend or classmate who is not a KISS fan and show them this scene and they will ultimately tell you its ‘gay’ and that it is the stupidest thing they have ever seen. However, that is WHY it works for us. It’s far fetched…it’s completely unbelievable and it’s all KISS.
Of the moments in the film that I would suggest serves as one of the more outstanding (even by ‘PHANTOM-haters’ standards) would be the acoustic performance of "Beth". Granted it’s not a ‘live’ performance and understandably Paul is not actually playing the acoustic guitar but the calmness of the night in which it was filmed, the beauty of that acoustic guitar and the soft serenading of Peter’s vocals make everything work for that moment of the film. The look on Ace and Gene’s face as they somberly glance about the park, make for an incredible moment. The simplicity of the scene has remained one of the most powerful moments of the film for me. It could quite possibly be the single reason I enjoy the track "Beth". I was never a big fan of the song from DESTROYER but its placement in PHANTOM tugs at my heartstrings and turns me all gooey in that good ol’ fashioned nostalgic KISS way.
The final moment of the film that kept me up all night tossing and turning images of KISS ‘fantasia’ in my mind would have to be the exact moment the film ends. It’s stupid to admit. No one else probably gets it but something about that one frame…one last shot…messed with me and made me absolutely fall head over heels in love with the rock group KISS. The moment I am mentioning is the freezing of the frame before the ending credits as Gene begins to play "God Of Thunder" and the ALIVE II version of the song begins to play. My God…I love it! As Calvin states,
"He created KISS to destroy KISS…and lost", spinning Abner around all silver headed in his chair and that deep menacing groan of Gene’s bass is heard…followed by the Bass drum and rocket explosion…goosebumps stood miles high on my arms. I was a 15-year-old kid on the edge of my seat with rock and roll excitement. When suddenly as Gene begins to sing and the frame freezes capturing Gene in that classic rock star stance and glare I was in heaven. Totally swept away in rock and roll bliss. For that simple moment alone KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK was the most important moment of my young life as a rock and roll fan. I was just a kid in my mother’s basement and suddenly because of a silly television show I had just watched on my families VCR I believed there was more out there in the world. I suddenly saw life as more than just my small town existence in St. Joseph, Missouri. I believed in something. I believed in rock and roll. For the first time in a very long time I felt like I could achieve anything I wanted. It was the magical moment of discovering your dreams and discovering the magic of KISS.
To say I was bewildered by the fact that more than just my K-Mart purchased VHS tape of KISS MEETS THE PHANTOM OF THE PARK existed would be an understatement. When Dan told me that a European version of the movie existed with different scenes, different chronological order, and the use of Solo Songs I was amazed and hell-bent on finding a copy. From the moment I saw the film and heard this news I began hunting. Good luck. I searched antique malls, magazine ads, bootleggers, comic book stores, video stores and even video catalogs and turned up nothing. Years later, thanks to the Internet I once again hit up the bootleggers and even tried my luck on Ebay and once again…nada. So, when Dan called me and said that KISS ATTACK OF THE PHANTOMS was to be included on the KISSOLOGY II DVD I was floored. Fucking amazed! I was ecstatic for weeks and honestly terrified that the day would actually never come. But it did…and yes I was amazed. It was like watching my favorite movie of all time on an Acid trip. Granted, I have never been on an acid trip but it felt very intoxicating to watch a movie I was so use to quoting word for word and now everything had been tipped upside down. Don’t get me wrong, I love it (not quite as much as the first) but it still ranks right up there. After all it’s still PHANTOM OF THE PARK…and the added scenes! Holy shit! Melissa – leaving the park in her red Volkswagen bug…the security guards being gassed in the Park Security trailer to "Almost Human"…I literally shit myself watching those scenes. It was as if I had discovered rare childhood archives from my past in a time capsule. It was great. It only made me love PHANTOM OF THE PARK that much more. (More to come on this discussion when we actually review KISSOLOGY II towards the end of this beast).
PHANTOM OF THE PARK is close to my heart because it was my first. Like never forgetting the soft smell of your first roll in the hay with the gal you always had a crush on…the memory remains sweeter in my mind than any other memory. It saddens me at times to feel like KISS wish to bury this gem. Then again there are a few home movies and old school photos I wish I could throw in the incinerator as well. I guess living through it and possibly being ridiculed for it would make you feel ‘less than a man’ and even ‘lesser than a musician’. However, it was a part of their history and I know for a fact there are a hundred kids exactly like me who absolutely love this movie. To me it is the perfect escape. The perfect chill out movie, and above all the perfect example of how KISS ruled the world in 1978. When you have the power to seduce young kids to gather in front of their television sets donned in Halloween costume mask of your likeness you’re pretty much on to something. KISS was on it in 1978. They were the biggest act in the world and permanently cementing their place in rock and roll history. To bad it took me 12 years to discover it. However…I wouldn’t change a single day.

This Is The Day

An event took place in our house last week that not only took the wind out of my sails but also made me realize just how important the music of KISS is to my life. On October 30th, 2007, I put down our family dog of 12 years. I know…you are probably saying to yourself ‘what in the hell is this chump getting all worked up over a dog for?’…Well, quite frankly…after that long she felt more than just a dog…she was a member of the family. She was a piece of the Howard puzzle picked up as a stray when I was still living at my mom’s house. A piece of the puzzle that was there when I ‘missed’ the KISS convention…hooted and hollered at the top of my lungs after witnessing Tupac introduce a freshly made-up lineup of KISS…and finally a piece of the puzzle who sat patiently by my side (actually on the futon) many-a-night while I continually toyed around the idea of starting this KISS manuscript. I raised her in St. Joe…brought her to Kansas City…saw her through Diabetes (2 shots a day for four years) and eventually became a pretty damn good caretaker through the years of total blindness, with a little help from our 3 year old Great Dane. The bottom line is…I’m a dog person. More than kids…more than most people I have met. I trust, respect, and honestly like dogs more.
I fully understand that there are one million more tragic events that could happen to my family much worse than putting a pooch out of her misery but it still doesn’t lighten the sting. It sucked thinking about it, it sucked making the decision, driving there, and most of all watching it. However…it had to be done. At least she went happy…wrapped up in a KISS Solo Album blanket throw. She had to go in style right?
So here I am…being a man…talking a big game…when truth be told…that day I was a blubbering drunken mess. I felt as if I had just wiped out my sick child who depended on me to make ‘everything better’. I was a wreck. Thankfully…that night around 8:00 after 5 hours of slamming Keystone Light tall boys, I stumbled downstairs and slid “Psycho Circus” into the CD player when before you knew it “We Are One” began to play. I tell ya…talk about learning to ‘believe’ all over… sometimes rock and roll is all the soul needs. For the first time on that dark day, a little light shot through the clouds lifting my spirits and giving my soul that quick dash of hope it was craving.
Over the course of a week things got smoother. The remaining cats and dogs of the house began to act a little more normal and any wounds left over began to dry little by little. However at times, especially after work, the house just seemed ‘empty’ and life just didn’t seem that enjoyable…that was, until last night.
A close friend of ours was lucky enough to receive an opening slot for PRONG at the Hurricane Bar in downtown Kansas City, so Dan, myself and David (who will figure into this story much later) all made our way downtown for a few drinks, some old school metal, and the chance to cheer on a friend. After our friend’s set was over and some other local Kansas City bands took the stage when suddenly, it happened. Out of nowhere, amid some very bad hair metal and even scarier metal patrons, plastered across every LCD plasma screen in the bar was an encore performance of KISS “Unplugged” on VH-1 Classic. The room divided like Moses was there in the flesh. On one side you had your angry metals heads performing there boring songs in the their boring clothes never giving you the chance to tell one song from the other and on the other hand you had the ‘beautiful escape’. A larger than life band simply rocking out, giving you a reason to believe…a reason to want something more out of life. That is what rock and roll should do…and THAT is what KISS does. It was beautiful to witness the contrasting sides and see it as a much older person.
The entire night I kept thinking how thankful I was…thankful for KISS…once again picking up the pieces of my ‘momentarily’ shattered hopes and giving me a reason to believe.
To KISS…I say “Thanks for making me believe”.
To Shorty…I say “Cheers…and thanks for the memories”.