![]() It was right at the beginning they came about six months before us. “I remember Paul and I went to see the Dolls play at a local thing in New York City. That was to be bigger than the New York Dolls! Kiss weren’t obviously handsome, rich, cultured, preternaturally talented, advantaged or even art-school dropouts like their British counterparts, but the implied message was that, given the right circumstances and drive, anyone could become a rock star.īut to be accurate, self-empowerment wasn’t really their early mission. But there’s something compelling about the egalitarian ideal that anyone could do what Kiss did. It was a state of mind a place where feeling alienated was venerated, where boys were men, girls were groupies and nobody ever had to turn down the volume. Maybe at the heart of it was that Kiss has always been more than just a band. The European leg begins next week, and there are plans to extend the tour until, probably, mid-2020. Good luck with that.) So far, 44 shows have been played in North America, with another 25-date run beginning in August. (They’ve attempted to trademark the term with the US Patent office to prevent any other retiring bands from using it. While the band’s message has changed over the years (they’ve become more family-friendly and forswear any cursing during the show), they still attract legions of foot soldiers into the Kiss Army – even now, when they’re calling it quits in one final tour they’ve dubbed the End Of The Road. They stormed out of a $40-a-month fourth-floor walk-up in New York’s Chinatown in their six-inch platforms and sweaty black leather looking like four beasts disgorged from the underworld, and unleashed an unholy and entirely masculine creed of sex, braggadocio, innuendo and conquest, all delivered at a screeching 110 decibels and addressing every young man’s fantasies. Gene Simmons, a former elementary school teacher Paul Stanley, a cab driver with a heart-shaped face Peter Criss, a sometime butcher and itinerant drummer who studied under the mighty Gene Krupa and Ace Frehley, a gang member-cum-liquor delivery man. ![]()
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