There was a group of very hairy clowns from NYC who formed a band.  The clowns had their makeup, limited musicianship, downright stunted lyric-writing capabilities, and a novel idea to wear Halloween costumes.  In high school, while I was a straight-A student with a ticket to Annapolis, I asked my dad if I could drive over to Birmingham and see KISS.  Without hesitation, he gave an emphatic "absolutely not."  I was hurt, but in hindsight, my dad was right.  I didn't need to be around that nastiness.

Now, the irony of KISS is that Rush was the warm-up band for them.  This was the equivalent of Beethoven on the piano opening for a duck pecking at a child's plastic keyboard.

I suppose Ace Freely was the most gifted of the four.  He died yesterday.  RIP.

"Frehley", but yeah.