If you know me, you know that I’m pretty laid back…secretly high-strung, yeah (those who REALLY know me know this), but not big on confrontation, unnecessary social entanglements, or sticking my nose where it has no business being inserted. (Full disclosure: I also give exactly ZERO sh#ts about “sportsball” of any kind, have no frame of reference, and am only nodding & smiling because it seems more polite than asking if we can find some Law & Order reruns to watch on one of these screens. “Closed captions, please.”)

BUT, there are three things you may not malign in my presence - my family, my friends, or the band KISS. It’s OK if I talk smack on any of these, but if a stranger starts in on anything from my trinity, there’s a high probability of fisticuffs in the forecast.

 With that said, let’s have a moment of silence for Ace Frehley, the Spaceman, from the planet Jendell, who left us yesterday, after 74 years away from his home world, having been sent here to not only inspire an entire generation of guitarists, but also to piss off Paul Stanley & Gene Simmons at virtually every turn of their star-crossed association. Our planet will never be the same.

 OK then, I’m gonna slap ‘Hotter Than Hell’ on the turntable, and time-travel for a while. You should probably do the same. Ack!

           D.

I’ve got Rock N’ Roll Over tattooed on my arm
I’ve got a pistol for action
I’ve got my Fists & Guitar

            -KW