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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
So with today, we have the last KISS show, an end to a phenomenal run as few can have, and the soundtrack of my life as a 'KISS freak' since I saw the cover of the first album in a grocery store no less in the early 70's. Every wall in my room was plastered with posters, articles, ticket stubs, and confetti, and picks collected from the shows. None of walls was visible underneath. The music was adequate enough, the optic undeniable. As an impressionable early teen, just being a fan created a sense of belonging. I had plenty of friends, was very athletic, but this was something special that seemed like you were in or out of, very little gray area.
Because they are so visual, I became interested in art, as I was always sketching their images individually or as stage show.
Bodia, myself, and a few others were reflecting on how many times we saw them, it's 25 for me in and around Chicago, with the KISS Konvention probably topping all. To be able to see the costumes, gear, memorabilia, the beginning of songs on various stationary, etc., an intimate unplugged set, and getting to meet them reduced this 33 year old down to that giddy early teen again. My first show was at the Chicago Stadium in 1978, 7th row, dead center. My mom of all people scored the tix for the price of $8.50. Myself and three buds had to scratch for that. Little did I know or even expect that I would be taking my kids to see them many times years later.
So, as the last chord and pyro goes off, the book closes for many, many, many fans. This is not to create debate over music style or quality, the level of marketing they employed. It's a fond and thankful adieu to an entity that heavily impacted my life over five decades.
Thanks boys!
Because they are so visual, I became interested in art, as I was always sketching their images individually or as stage show.
Bodia, myself, and a few others were reflecting on how many times we saw them, it's 25 for me in and around Chicago, with the KISS Konvention probably topping all. To be able to see the costumes, gear, memorabilia, the beginning of songs on various stationary, etc., an intimate unplugged set, and getting to meet them reduced this 33 year old down to that giddy early teen again. My first show was at the Chicago Stadium in 1978, 7th row, dead center. My mom of all people scored the tix for the price of $8.50. Myself and three buds had to scratch for that. Little did I know or even expect that I would be taking my kids to see them many times years later.
So, as the last chord and pyro goes off, the book closes for many, many, many fans. This is not to create debate over music style or quality, the level of marketing they employed. It's a fond and thankful adieu to an entity that heavily impacted my life over five decades.
Thanks boys!