Letters

As a 44 year old rock musician who shout it out loud in Turkish rock arena, after watching your show on tv tonight, I decided to write to you. ('You' is for 'Kiss' here..) You are not my idol actually, but you were a surprise gift for me: A rock'n roll mythology. I was one of those Kiss fans but in a very different way, just because I was in Turkey, where was too far from rock'n roll mainstream at that time. Just like poets, painters or scientists writing appreciation letters to their masters after years; please accept this message something like that, even if it looks a bit funny in our case: You're a businessman more than an artist now, and we have no mutual ideals, ideas, thoughts or doctrins which I can write to exalt. On the road, my first 5 or 6 years passed as a Kiss Fan, later Led Zeppelin, King Crimson etc came to front, then Bach, and naturally my music. (So, this is not a fan letter; please do not put it on a web page or something.) Probably in deep of you, you don't take Kiss that seriously too. Creating a story of success in American dream must be fair enough. Maybe that wasn't the way to sing about gods who mount on Olympus. (Let's say that God Gave Rock'n Roll To You and Psycho Circus were exceptional as philosophic expression.) But: It's not really possible to write or even understand for me, but the thing you gave me in my teen ages, was larger than life. That was like a punch, a seal, a stigma. To see a Kiss logo in any detail of daily life, is still an impression, just like to see the house you were born. You were the most colourful dream of my teenages, but now I understand that wasn't just a dream. For a newborn rock musician, that was 'home'. I don't know what is it which you gave to me, but I'm grateful for that. Can Girginko�