There's a guy at work that I interact with quite abit that has a common interest:

 

Guitars.

 

He's alittle bit older than me, but when we have the chance to "talk shop" guitarwise, it's been alot of fun. He's a Van Halen guy. I'm an Ace Frehley guy.

 

It's been fun talking about who influences us, and why. What guitars and equipment we would buy. What was hilarious is we both have expensive dreams as far as equipment goes. He's much more established than I am, so he was able to purchase a new guitar. Me, I'm looking into effects pedals, but even the basic of what I want is pricey.

 

The one belief we both believe, however, is that no matter what the equipment is..the guitar, the amp, the presets, processors---

 

It's the one whose fingers and feelings behind them that define your style.

 

There was a story by bluesman Kenny Wayne Shepherd that epitomizes the point. The story goes is that Kenny grew up around the late Stevie Ray Vaughn, and Stevie had a special guest to play along with him. B.B. King. Of course, they had some sort of jam together, and Stevie ripped into an incredible solo. B.B. 's answer was just striking a single note, and held it for what seemed like forever. Stevie's response? "I can't compete with that."

 

You know when you're in that zone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your backstage pass

And black sunglasses

Make you look just like a queen

Even the fans

They know your face

From all of the magazines

 

 

 

 

On March 4, 1977, I got the best birthday present. Ever.

 

On that morning, my dad gave me a card. It was one of those gag cards, where you opened it up, and it had a monkey staring at you. I don't recall what it said, but it was priceless.

 

However, it was the gift I got that day that probably defines my love for rock 'n roll.

 

 

Why you can't find the album version of this song on the we escapes me. The news commentary at the beginning of the song is why I love this song, because it sets up the song so well. A KISS fan dies on the way to the show, they pay tribute to him. Maybe it's just me.

 

 

Personally, I think this song and Detroit Rock City are one song, because this song answers the incident of the previous song from the rock star perspective. A fan died, and I didn't know it.

 

 

I love this song. Paul wrote this song, and on KISSOLOGY the original cut is brought to light. Gene turned it into a monster.

 

 

I think that this is the best song on the album. It's Gene's tribute to the Stones, but also a tribute to the fans. If you've been to a concert, this is THE SONG. It's the expectations from a fan's point of view, and from the band's point of view. Of course, for groupies, it means much more.

 

 

It's a shame that Ace wrote this song, but chose to play poker. Paul does an awesome job on vocals, but can you hear Ace sing this one?

 

 

Definately a Gene song about being dominent in the realm that only Gene can give us innuendos. Ow.

 

 

This is probably the best love song written in my book. It's about Peter and his wife. It also sums up the life of a musician, because you want to make it perfect, the song. Sometimes love comes into the mix of things, but if there's common ground, things work out.

 

 

This is more of an anthem for the fans.  It's upbeat, has one hell of a catchy phrase to interplay with the fan.s

 

 

This song wraps up the rock and roll lifestlye, fame, groupism. How will you take it being the significant other of a famous person? Is it the money or fame, or do you just love me for who I am.

 

Destroyer is my album I would have with me on a deserted island, because it would be my anchor.

 

That;'s my favorite birthday present.

 

Ever.

 

(Besides being alive).

 

 

 

In the constellation of Cygnus
There lurks a mysterious, invisible force
The black hole
Of Cygnus -1

Six stars of the northern cross
In mourning for their sisters loss
In a final flash of glory
Nevermore to grace the night....

1
Invisible
To telescopic eye
Infinity
The star that would not die

All who dare
To cross her course
Are swallowed by
A fearsome force

Through the void
To be destroyed
Or is there something more?
Atomized ---- at the core
Or through the astral door ----
To soar....

2
I set a course just east of Lyra
And northwest of Pegasus
Flew into the light of Deneb
Sailed across the Milky Way

On my ship, the Rocinante
Wheeling through the Galaxies,
Headed for the heart of Cygnus
Headlong into mystery

The x-ray is her siren song
My ship cannot resist her long
Nearer to my deadly goal
Until the black hole ----
Gains control....

3
Spinning, whirling,
Still descending
Like a spiral sea,
Unending

Sound and fury
Drowns my heart
Every nerve
Is torn apart....

Rush, shut up.

 

I'm sick of you, because you're a damaging voice.

 

For you to hope that Obama fails, to me that is just pure hatred.

Give all that $$ you make spouting shit like this to people like me if you bitch about spnd, spend, spend.

 

I call your fat ass out because of the fact that you want our country to fail in saying that Obama should fail.

 

Fuck you.

 

You're not American.

 

I used to be a Republican, and went Independant I'm giving Obama a chance.

 

I'm tired of party politics.

 

Just shut up and listen to everyone's view but you own. WANTING to have an admisistration to fail is just pure hatred.

 

Think of your words, sir on how the rest of the world thinks.

 

You're such a fucking dumbass.

 

Scott