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I wanted the best, I did not get it ... Another KISS

are the 1:25 am, 3 hours ago comparsa Simmons and took the first riffs in cactus soil and I was not there. Au \u200b\u200bcontraire, I'm in my room, you feel wrapped in a small air of frustration mixed with heat and a few drops of insomnia. The Rolling Stone this month adorns my desk, and it is an ad in the magazine KISS [in the story of Waters] what inspires me, once again, to write about KISS.

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Where this condition obsessive compulsive 4 bastards in platform shoes, makeup and fireworks? What is the rational reason that I was hooked for more than 10 years singing "I Want to Rock & Roll All Nite and Party Every Day" every day while I shower? I do not know if it is routine, a habit or an unhealthy attitude that makes me repeatedly hear the same songs in different versions and trying to keep my feet attached to the battery of Criss Love Gun, move my hands abruptly at the rate of Frehley revered guitar I Stole Your Love , jump and sweat with Deuce and other songs from these madmen.

My memory betrays me, let me not remember the exact moment, day, month and year I was thrilled listening to Gene Simmons singing [my pre-teen idol] for the first time, but I do remember the song : "Rock & Roll All Nite." Does

album? Not sure if I first heard Alive III, Smashes Trashes & Hits or Psycho Circus. What care I could put 10 years of age? The only thing that excited me was the sound out of a walkman [cassette] COBY and is encased in a pair of old headphones [new to me, since not heard any music before that age] exploding in my ears and making me the first creditor to get scolded by Broom on guitar.

There can be a time when these 12 years can not directly associated with a song by KISS. High school was a good time and very exciting because you never expected to be prefect KISS fan to die [has or had painted the logo of the band in the water tank in his house]. My writer [birthday gift when I give chickenpox at 12] is to play ad nauseam Psycho Circus [birthday present "hidden" by a cousin at 11] and Greatest KISS, playing [ad nauseam also] Alive III Gene Simmons Solo, Peter Criss, KISS, Hotter Than Hell, Dynasty and the first bootleg [unknown both the term and the songs at that time]. Add to this the attack of menopause in my mom ["pimp" but at the same time repressive agent of "The Music of Doped those Satanic] and hormonal swing at me and see no results. Internet

makes it easier to raise the music catalog [currently nearly 7 GB] of the group. Each output to anywhere is focused on finding something about KISS. Whatever. And I have found everything and had almost everything except concert tickets ...

As I said before, my fascination goes beyond music, perhaps because KISS represent my only relief in specific moments and frustrating of my life: The "fart" with my parents, the illness of my mother, my own frustration, the death of my grandfather and many other things. It has become my modus vivendi , my way of venting, an area to discourage those who are bent weird crazy sometimes worm through from the inside.

Nothing but my hearing aids, high volume and memorized the chords and even helped me cope with my life and might even say, that fueled my selfishness. I do not know if it's good or bad, only it is, and that, otherwise I do not know if I could be writing this right now.

saddens me a bit, yes, know that come again, and went back to not being able to see them, but I still like comfort while not playing for me in the video, do it every time I press play.