It was an incredible time for us. Everything had kind of exploded and we found ourselves trying to fortify Kiss’s place in rock’n’roll. I wanted to see the band become the biggest it could possibly be.
To reach the Olympus of Rock. That song was more of a fake homage to the person who spearheaded that movement. But no, I never had it done to me.
It always sounded a bit painful. I can think of better things to do with an erection than stick it into a load of dental gel. Sonically, I never felt the studio albums lived up to what we were doing live.
They just didn’t have the kick, the balls or the sonic enormity of what we did live. captured the experience of being at a Kiss show and what we stood for. Sign up below to get the latest from Classic Rock, plus exclusive special offers, direct to your inbox! Oh yeah.
At that point it seemed like I’d entered the realm that I’d aspired to. It hadn’t been too long since I’d been a cab driver in New York. One night I drove a couple to Madison Square Garden to see Elvis Presley and I remember pulling up and thinking: “One of these days people are going to be coming here to see me.
” So it was like being on top of Everest. I’d do that sometimes. And not just on tour.
I really didn’t cultivate much of a home life, so I’d come home from tour and go: “OK, what do I do now?” It wasn’t unusual to pick up the phone and fly girlfriends in. I don’t know if any orgies were ‘thrown’. Those things had a way of ha.
