The point that I’m trying to make here is that KISS has influenced my life just as much as, if not more than, my parents have. It hurts a lot that they are calling it quits but I’d rather see my heroes actually go out as heroes, not as washed-up stars. I just want to let them know that KISS means so much to me. The word appreciation doesn’t even come close to describing it. I wish I could tell them face-to-face so they could tell that I am sincere, but that won’t happen. KISS will always be in my thoughts and dreams, calming me down and reminding me of how sweet life can be. Thanks for so many unforgettable moments and years of happiness…and many more to come. KISS will never die because, like the T-shirt says, “Legends Never Die.”
“94 WYSP. Hello, you’re the 9th caller!”
I let out the loudest scream right there in Ruby Tuesday's. Everybody who wasn’t already looking at me because of the lovely yellow headset immediately shot their head in my direction. I didn’t care, of course! I had to think about those hard questions the DJ asked like, "How old are you?" and "What's your phone number?" I only gave her half my address and she said, "...Okay...And that street would be located in what town?" I was a mess. I couldn't talk coherently or eat for at least 30 minutes. When I was asked what row my tickets were in, I realized that I had no clue! I was so excited that I won a KISS contest that I didn't know exactly what I won. The next day, I called the station and said, "Hello, I won the contest yesterday. The KISS giveaway? Well, I was so excited that I won that I don't know exactly what I won. I was hoping-"
"Sure, we'll put you right through."
Naturally, I thought they were patching me through to the contest department or something. This is what happened next.
"Hey! What’s up?"
"Hi...My name's Karen and I won the contest yesterday-"
"The KISS contest?"
"Yep."
"Awesome."
"Yep. Anyways, I was so excited that I won because I’m a huge KISS fan that I didn't really get the gist of what I won."
"Well, you won 2 tickets to the concert on Friday and you're entered in the contest to upgrade to front row tickets and to win the Stanley cup. You know what that is, right?"
"Yeah. Ah-hem…umm...boy's sports wear."
"No…ever reach your hands down a boy's pants after a football game?"
"Umm...yeah. I guess..." (not knowing what to say to a guy who's 30 and I’m 14. "not supposed to know these things,” you know)
"Ever feel something hard down there?"
"Umm...yeah..." (I didn't want to know where he was going with this; he's been known to do some pretty quadruple X rated stuff)
"Well, that's called a cup...protecting his balls, ya know?"
"Yeah...like I said, 'sports wear.' "
(laughs) "Yeah...you could say that. Well, it's autographed by Paul Stanley and we thought since the Flyers couldn't bring the Stanley cup to Philly, we'd bring it to you."
"Wow...that's cool!"
"You actually want it then?"
"Oh yeah! Anything that Paul Stanley just looked at is cool!"
"What are you gonna do if you win? Gonna wash it?"
"Hells no!"
"Gonna put it in a glass box, aren't cha?"
"You know it!"
(laughs) “Well, we're gonna put some Metallica on for ya now. Who's Philly’s #1 rock station?"
It was then that I realized I was ON THE AIR and quickly said "YSP!" Pretty cool, huh? Well, this meant that I was going to see at least two KISS concerts this tour, so I decided to call up my KISS Army recruitee from my old school and invite him. I invited him to the Psycho Circus concert but his mom wouldn't let him go. We both talked his mom into allowing him to come and off we went on June 16th to see our heroes.
No, I didn't win the upgrade drawing to front row, so our seats were General Admission. That's okay, though, because we got free chair rentals with the tickets. Anyways, Skid Row was awesome! I hadn't listened to them in forever and was surprised I knew most of the words. Ted Nugent came on after that. He wasn't anything special. He just blabbed on about how if you can't speak English you should "get the fuck out of America." Hmmm....maybe someone should treat him he way he treats the animals he hunts, eh? It's a thought. On with the show...
KISS played so tightly! And Ace was extremely lively! Even though I was about halfway back in the venue, I could see everything very well and the stage looked so awesome! About 20 minutes into the show, I waited until there was somewhat of a lull in the crowd then screamed as loudly as I could, "I LOVE YOU, PAUL!!!!!!!" Guess what? He heard me! He smiled and softly said into the microphone, "I love you too." - there's audiotape to prove this! I was so elated!
KISS played forever and it never got boring. The graphics on the jumbo screens were awesome as well - lots of pictures and video clips of KISS through the ages. After they had taken their final bow on the Camden stage, "God Gave Rock and Roll to You II" came on over the speaker system. As everyone filed out, voices singing along could be heard. That was too much for me and I plopped back into my chair and bawled. After a little bit, security kicked us out and I walked out the entrance, still bawling. Karl was doing the "male" thing and trying hard to pretend he wasn't crying. After all, it was his first and last KISS concert - ever. What a way to go out...
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