|I told my sister I had no idea what happened to her KISS ALIVE II record. Don’t fucking say anything.|
In December of 1977 I was a first grader who had a recently turned seven. My world was the size of my parents yard, which while sizeable at 10 acres, was still small in frame of reference. But I was seven and it was all I knew. Anyway, there I was a typical and happy small town (Country) Minnesota boy. Other than going to church once a week I had no complaints. It was a seemingly mundane trip to the Owatonna Pamida that would impact the rest of my life (as well as my wallet) in a manner I was too young to yet comprehend.
|Still Got It|
Inexplicably my historically cheap (broke) parents told my sister and I that we could each pick one record album as a pre-Christmas bribe. I think my sister had been squawking about having to baby sit me for free and to keep the peace I was offered a treat as well. Being as it was Christmas time I was drawn to a record called Halloween Horrors. But it was the cover of the record my sister picked that was far more scary. She picked the released just in time for Christmas KISS ALIVE II. I had no idea what I was looking at as my sister held it in her hands. Was that paint on their faces? Why is his mouth bleeding? Is that a piece of his lip floating around in the blood flowing out of his mouth? Dear God.
|In Canada the posters were square because the puzzle was too hard|
|Cords that may or may not have been
wet a few months earlier
Somewhere in the middle of December 1977 I became a KISS fan. And by May of 1979 they had released 6 more KISS albums. Just a little over 18 months. During that time I slowly devoured their back catalogue. It seemed every newsstand had an issue of 16, Tiger Beat or Teen with KISS on the cover. KISS was everywhere. Lunchboxes, Halloween costumes, board games, trading cards, pinball machines. Even in my small town. I soaked it all in as fast as I could. I spent more time with headphones on staring at album covers than being parked in front of a TV. Rock Star had replaced truck driver as my future occupation. My memory of that time is still that of a seven year old. The space between all of those events seems like years upon themselves by today’s comparisons. I can’t believe it was only 18 months.