Adam Warren (Dirty Pair) Draws KISS

Drawing this illo brought back a poignant, late-’70s memory of my sister playing the ‘Destroyer’ LP over and over again…which is, as poignant as late-’70s memories go, a big improvement over recalling how my other sister played Barry Manilow LPs over and over again…

Looks like Gavin’s Christmas gift has finally arrived! Now, I can see what the hell went down when KISS visited Riverdale!

*yes that does say GUEST STARRING: SABRINA THE TEENAGE WITCH

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Hey!  Who took a photo of my car!?

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Can you guess which one is mine?

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KISS - Plaster Caster (MTV Unplugged 1995)

One of my absolute favorite tunes from the band that perfectly highlights the group’s ability to write catchy pop-rock.  The song is written as a tribute to Cynthia Plaster Caster who became famous for molding plaster casts of famous rock stars’ penises like Frank Zappa and Jimi Hendrix.  She never cast any member of KISS, and had some choice words over the song:

For the record, I think Gene wrote the song to make people believe he’d been cast, and maybe, perhaps, to give me a gentle hint that he was available. I didn’t go out and buy the album immediately because I hated the idea of putting money in the pockets of a band I didn’t like.

I finally broke down and bought it for my scrapbook. When I first heard it, I hated the song…I was so distressed because the lyrics weren’t true. Back then, I couldn’t hear the melody. It wasn’t until I heard the Lemonheads’ version that I realized what a kickass, wonderful melody it is. I’ve rediscovered the KISS version and I love it as much as the Lemonheads’ version…in fact, I can’t get it out of my head sometimes…it’s really a strange sensation.”

If the lady who makes plaster casts of dicks loves the song, then you should too!

KISS - 1975

One of my favorite photos of the group, it’s a shame that I cannot pinpoint exactly when/where this was taken though.  I’m fairly confident that it’s during a Hotter Than Hell photoshoot in 1975 where the guys walked along Central Park in NYC but Paul’s hair and Peter’s hoop earring is throwing it off!

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I hope you all enjoy reading about the weird shit that bugs me on a lazy Saturday morning.

I’ve lost control of my life.

Even though I’ve met several of my Tumblr followers in real life, there are very few of them who I would consider to be actual friends of mine.  Beyond that, there’s another tier that’s reserved for the ones that are truly special to me, ones that have either helped me immensely in my own personal life or served as a catalyst for myself becoming a better human being. 

Today, I opened up a secret gift from a person that fits all of the aforementioned descriptors perfectly.  To my surprise, I was sent a copy of No Regrets by Ace Frehley one full week before its national release from the absolutely incredible Natface.  The handwritten note found hidden inside the book’s cover not only reminded me of her penchant for perfection but also sparked my recollection of her repeated joking of wanting absolute adulation from everyone around her (which is what this blag post is). Her note:

“Hi Bryan,

I thought you would enjoy this! You have it before the rest of the world does. So remember, with great power comes great responsibility.  Also, I now expect to be worshipped.

Begin construction of my shrine.

-Natasha”

Even though we rarely see each other, there will always be a part of me that loves the shit out of this girl for everything she’s done for me.  Thank you so much, Natasha.