Letters

it wasn't until the fall of 1975, that amid all the John Denver, James Taylor, Easy-listening FM drivel, that I began to hear a little tune called, Rock & Roll All-night. I happened upon a music store called The Record Museum, and stapled along the back wall of the store, above bongs and rolling papers were mini-posters of KISS ALIVE. I picked up a copy of the album and stared in awe at the cover photo. This college-aged dude was standing next to me, and he leaned over and said "that's a great album". When I got it home to my turntable, my bedroom was transformed into Rock & Roll Heaven.