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KISS WEEK KICKS OFF!

Monday, November 16th, 2009 | musiX | No Comments

Anyone who knows me knows that I’ve pretty much lived, breathed and slept KISS since I was about 5 … which is, no doubt, both impressive and extremely sad. While my devotion to the band has waned over the past decade, I think it’s safe to say that once you join the KISS Army, there’s really no getting out. I love ‘em … err … I leave ‘em … I mean …

Today TDoL kicks off KISS WEEK … because, well, why not? The band is riding a wave of critical acclaim (?!) with its new record, Sonic Boom. Still selling out shows. Finally nominated for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in their 10th year of eligibility. Besides, like it or not, the b(r)and has influenced three generations of music—some of it good, some not so good—while becoming the rock ‘n’ roll equivalent of Ringling Bros. meets Disneyland. Fun … and sometimes nauseating.

But if you can get past the KISS tampons and the KISS Kaskets and KISS M&Ms and KISS wine, KISS lunchboxes, KISS belt buckles, KISS Kondoms, pinball machines, KISS this and KISS that, you’ll find the music—loud, dumb, primal rock ‘n’ roll music. And when Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley aren’t spewing their agendized drivel (which isn’t often) you can sometimes catch them talking about the great bands they grew up listening to—The Seeds, The Pretty Things, The Beatles, The Move, Stax/Volt records. That’s what appeals to me anyway.

So, let’s go back to the beginning, shall we? Before the merchandising empire. Before the prepubescent fans. Before the pyro. Before Gene started taking up photography. Beginning on Jan. 30, 1973 KISS performed a series of shows at New York’s Popcorn Club, located on Queens Boulevard, which would soon be renamed Coventry. Ace Frehley and Peter Criss had just joined. And they had changed their name from Wicked Lester to KISS, which Paul Stanley took from the New York Dolls song “Looking For a Kiss.”

The first shows were sparsely attended, the makeup and costumes crude (Paul was still donning the short-lived “bandit” makeup), and the band was still unsigned. But KISS’ performances at those sleazy, roach-infested clubs were ferocious and brazen—not much different from the ones they’d give only two years later for sold-out crowds at majestic rock ‘n’ roll shrines like Cobo Hall and Madison Square Garden.

These old performances make me wish time travel was possible. I can’t imagine what this must have looked like to people in 1973. This performance from the Popcorn Club on Dec. 22 of that year was the band’s very first caught on film—a single-angle shot from behind a modest crowd. Paul and Ace look like they’re wearing jeans under them thar boots, Peter Criss is spry behind the drum kit, there’s no giant KISS logo … hell, there’s not even a stage—only four hungry young kids from New York and a couple of dancing queens up in front (one of whom is Criss’ then-wife Lydia). What a difference a few years would make.

In memory of Mark Louis Arnone, Feb. 24, 1973 - Oct. 21, 2009

Tags: Ace Frehley, Coventry, Gene Simmons, KISS, KISS WEEK, New York Dolls, Paul Stanley, Peter Criss, Popcorn Club, Sonic Boom