We were at my Mom and Dad’s house in New York for an overnight, after a trip to Manhattan (photo album coming soon…pinky swear). Jill got her hands on a real life honest to goodness record player.
Ya know…a turntable.
Something us middle age folks remember quite well. It’s a novelty for the teens and young adults among us.
Anyway, she’s excited for two reasons…
1. Apparently, people are starting to make actual vinyl records again.
2. There are years and years worth of records at my parents’ house. And Jill loves a lot of the early standards. Yes, my 19 year old is a maniac for Nat King Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, lots of stuff from the Big Band era.
And my parents, like a lot of people in their 60’s and 70’s have a pretty extensive collection.
Then I hear her calling me from the other room.
“Hey Dad…look what I found!”
The Hottest Band In The World…
And not just Alive II…
Now most of me is thrilled, to have these treasures from my youth. But a little bit of me is bummed out.
That’s because Love Gun was missing. Love Gun was the first album I ever bought.
Now…I gotta pivot this whole discussion to a piece about personal development, growth and HOW TO RECEIVE.
Because let’s face it, it’s a personal development site, right?
Like I said, Love Gun was the first album I ever bought. I remember clear as day, plopping down my cash at Sam Goody in Smithhaven Mall, grabbing it and getting ready to go.
Then my neighbor, Barry asked me what I had bought. He was two years older than I was, and while not the epitome of cool, definitely had more of that elusive quality than I did.
So when I was able to show him (I didn’t tell him…I pulled it out of the bag and showed him Love Gun) I received a look that was a mixture of surprise and approval.
Very satisfying to this then 12 year old boy.
I do wish I had Love Gun still. Not that the songs were so great. But a great reminder of the fun of losing the need for approval from anyone else.
Scroll up a bit and take another look at the album cover for Destroyer. The stuff nightmares are made of.
So when you realize that album was a birthday present from my grandmother, Ruth, it makes it even more special.
The sweet old woman talked to her daughter (my mother) who told her for my birthday I wanted something called Destroyer from Kiss.
And she swallowed her pride, walked into the record store and picked it up.
I wish I had the album. The music was really cool. You might actually know some of the songs. Shout It Out Loud and Detroit Rock City got their fair share of airplay.
Unfortunately, that’s a picture of only the front of the album. My teenage brain somehow thought it was a good idea to cut the album cover apart and use it as a poster. Duh! I could have just bought a poster! (To go right next to Cheryl Ladd in my room).
Don’t know what happened to the rest of the album, but hey, that’s what iTunes and Youtube are for!
Love knows no bounds. A grandmother gives herself nightmares for weeks on end to thrill her grandson.
Alive II was all me. By then I was a true member of the Kiss Army. I gobbled up their music. I memorized the lyrics, found every piece of information I could about Gene, Paul, Ace and Peter. I was hooked. Still didn’t get to see a concert until 2009, when I was just another old guy a crowd full of them.
But man, they could still wail!
So yeah…find yourself something that kicks a**. Present day.
And put the same passion into it you did when you were a kid.
And Rock n Roll All Nite….and Party Every Day!