Old writings

Over the past decade or two, I sent out emails to friends that probably would have made better blog posts. Here is one from 14 years ago, Nov 12, 1996. Thank you to Anne Berry for digging them out of her inbox for me.

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I was with KISS in full make-up. We were in a small hole-in-the-wall record store in a seedy section of NYC. We went into a secret closet in the back of the store and as soon as the door closed the floor dropped out from underneath us. We (Ace, Gene, Peter, Paul and I) ended up on an escalator w/ lighted stairs, like the stairs on the inside of Alive II's gatefold sleeve stage shot. The escalator slowly headed down a very curvy path with nothing around us, like something out of Dr. Suess. As we descend, we notice all these KISS toys from the '70's like masks, model vans, dolls, etc. are floating around and resting on ledges on the rock walls. There's no way backup - we're helplessly stuck heading down this bottomless cave-like place - there was smoke and the walls were tinted orange as if they were reflecting flames. One of the guys in KISS, I can't remember which one, says, "This is ironic - we're being damned to a hell with our own merchandise." Next thing I know my alarm's going off.

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