Letters

Wow, what can be said? The hottest band in the world, MY band, came to North Little Rock last week and rocked the place for two-plus hours! My son, Alec (in the picture with me), came along for his first and certainly not his last KISS concert. He was in awe, as I fully expected he would be. For me, it was the 21st time to see the band play (all since 1996) and I've never been let down. The pyro, fire breathing, blood spitting, firing guitars, Paul Stanley flying through the air, Eric Singer' drum kit levitating and moving, etc. was all part and parcel of what these guys have been delivering for three-plus decades now and I, for one, am thrilled to be part of it. I love the original lineup because, well, they were the guys who got the whole thing rolling. BUT, there is no question the chemistry with this lineup is dead-on. I will always think of Ace and Peter as KISS, but the same is true for Tommy and Eric! Way to go guys. At 42, I've been a KISS fanatic since the tender age of nine. It's a ride I never want to stop, but I know that day will come. In the meantime, I will rock on and enjoy the sonic boom of the gods of rock!