Posted 15 March 2018 - 08:04 PM
15 March 1976.
42 years ago today.
Goodness me, where does time go?
An album that truly, honestly and without exaggeration changed my life.
I was a lad of just 13 years old when I walked into Fay's Drugstore in Shop City and bought that record with my own money that I earned from my paper route.
I went home and played it over and over while drawing the KISS logo over and over until I had "perfected" it.
I went downstairs and showed me mum, who (God bless her) put it on the refrigerator.
Neither of us knew what a transforming experience was about to take place.
Now, I always loved rock and roll music from a young age...
...Me mum's "The Early Beatles" album, my sister's 45s, Alice Cooper and the radio saw sure to that.
There was something different going on here.
This was not mum's music.
Not my sister's or uncle's rock and roll hand me downs.
This was a first, of many I might add...
...this band was all mine.
Followed by Rush, Cheap Trick, Ramones and countless others.
The perfect storm of simplicity and intensity along with the visual spectacle that just blew me away.
As if that wasn't enough for my little brain to absorb, later that year I saw my very first rock concert.
You guessed it, KISS!
They played the War Memorial in Syracuse in December of 1976.
I recall being driven there by my friend's and fellow KISS freak's dad.
Walking into the arena where I had seen Disney on Ice, Barnum and Bailey Circus and the Harlem Globetrotters was familiar, but yet not.
My body and mind was charged with the exhilaration of a combination of fear and anticipation of what was about to happen.
The sights of the older kids, especially the girls with the cool looking guys, that sweet smell in the air with the bluish haze settling on the arena, the frisbees flying about, etc., etc.
The lights went down and I was somewhat afraid until the opening band, Uriah Heep, hit the stage.
That was it.
I was, and am, forever hooked.
Then KISS comes on and all bets were off.
I sang every song at the top of my lungs.
I was red faced, sweaty, worn out, happy and most likely, high as a kite.
From that day until this one I have been a rock and roller.
I didn't dress the same, didn't think the same, didn't act the same...
...a die was cast and there was no way to go back.
So much so that years later I would refer to my birthday as 15 March 1976.
I may have been born thirteen years earlier but that was the day I came alive.
All from a little rock and roll record that lasted all of 34 minutes long.
But what a life changing 34 minutes it was.