There are certain things in life I want to do. Some things are more plausible than others. I mean, it’s unlikely that I’ll ever end up living in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory or own the yet-to-exist chicken-antelope hybrid (or chickalope). I’m absolutely certain that the chocolate factory doesn’t exist in real-life unless you consider the movie Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory a documentary and the chickalope would probably be an unfortunate creature; a beak, long hairy legs and suicidal.
Other things I would like to do in my life are actually conceivable. I’ve never had street meat. I don’t eat meat but most vendors offer veggie hot-dogs. One day I’ll make the leap, but I digress. The point is that I am going to fulfill one of my life goals. I am going to see a KISS concert. There are those concerts you want to see, those you could do without seeing, those you don’t want to see and those that you’d kill a lion with your bare hands to see. I want to see the Flaming Lips because I think they would put on an amazing show. I could do without seeing Patrick Wolf because although I thoroughly enjoy his music I am pretty content listening to him via my ipod. I don’t want to see Sarah Mclachlan. I just don’t. No offense Mclachlan but I’ll go anywhere but Lilith Fair. I have to see KISS.
The first time I was exposed to KISS was through their video Lick it Up. No makeup. No platform shoes. No fire-breathing. Just four guys rocking out. That began my KISS journey. I became part of the KISS army. Now, I’m not saying I’m going to be buried in a KISS coffin. I’m not crazy I just love KISS. So come July 20th I am going to my first KISS concert. I’m dirt poor but sacrifices are made and money has to be spent. I can only hope that the cast of Detroit Rock City, especially Ed Furlong, will be there.
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