Ken

Kiss' "I Was Made For Loving You" - "Tonight.... I wanna give it all to you, in the darkness, there's so much I wanna do". They're using this to sling Jello. I suspect Paul Stanley wasn't thinking of eatin' Jello in the dark. Ken.

Yeah, Peachy. THAT guy. Thanks. Thanks a lot. GOD I hate that guy. Ken.

Sounds a lot like Ghost Story. The movie that disturbed me the most was the "Exorcist'. It wasn't the film, it was that face that flashed every once in a while. To this very day I hate looking out a dark window at night. Or driving alone at night. I know I'm alone in the car, as long as I don't look in the rearview mirror. Because if I do, I know he's there in the back seat. Ken.

Katie, I am so glad you enjoyed the show. Even running on 2 out of 4 cyclinders, they'll blow away any other rock act out there. I so wish you could have seen Frehley and Criss with them. It's............. different, somehow. The chemistry is different. I am surprised they opened with "King Of The Nighttime World". "Deuce" is such a powerful opening number. The inclusion of the 'newer' material is an offense (to me, and prolly any other red-blooded Kiss fan), but they are appeasing fans of all incarnations of Kiss. Katie, all I have to ask is....... how's yer ears? Ken.

Little Richard and Paul Stanley. Little Richard's screamy falsetto is instantly recognizable, and Paul Stanley's wail is the voice of Rock and Roll. Roy Orbison has a voice like flowing honey, and AC/DC's late Bon Scott whiskey-soaked-cigarette-scorched voice loaned huge amounts of character to the original songs. Ken.

I thought it would be fun to post photos of local landmarks from where we are all from. Here's my kick at it. This is the Ambassador Bridge, connecting Windsor, Ontario, Canada, to Detroit Michigan. (Canada is on the right. My home is 15 minutes from here.) Ken.

"O Brother Where Art Thou?". LOVED the music. Ken.

That's the reason Frehley isn't with the band. He is of the attitude, "We said goodbye, that's it.". Hung up the platforms and walked away.

Hi Katie. I have been a hard-core Kiss fan since Halloween night, 1976. Here is what you can expect to see. You will see one of Rock's most enduring theatrical rock bands going through the motions. You are seeing a 'ghost' of what 'used to be'. Oh, the volume, pyro, and theatrics will be intact, the original spirit of the band, long gone. What you will see is an excellent tribute band. 2 of the original 4 have been booted / quit / sent packing, depending on what your sources are. The two that are left (Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons) are carrying on something that should have been retired honourably , 4 years ago. And while I may sound bitter, consider this. As I type these words to you I can see my Kiss Calendar and my Kiss action figures, both proudly displayed in my office here at work. Without Ace Frehley on lead and Peter Criss behind the drum kit, you are seeing an elaborate cover band. They have taken Kiss' old tour manager and put him into Frehley's "Space Ace" make-up and costume. They have taken a drummer they randomly use and put him into Peter's "Catman" make-up and costume. The make-up you will see on those two men was designed by the originals. The make up.... meant... something to the two originals. To me, it's like this. I love both my Mother and Father. And if they split, I'd still love them both. But I don't want my Dad marrying someone that looks like my mother, talks like my mother, acts like my mother, smells like my mother, and tell me it's Ma. I know the difference. I turn my back on the men that were once my idols, yet embrace what they once represented. Being different. Pushing the limits, and challenging the norm. When other bands had 5 Marshall stack amps on stage, they had 20. When other bands at the time (New York Dolls, Cooper, Bowie, T. Rex, Gary Glitter, etc) were fooling with the whole 'glam' thing, eyeliner and stuff, they drove it up over the top. Blue Oyster Cult had a bit of pyro. Kiss took it to the max. Their true identities were never really known. There was mystery and magic. That's all gone now. Katie, you go and enjoy your show, and I mean that sincerely. You probably paid a hefty price for your ticket. You are going to have your eyeballs blasted, and your ears assaulted. If you like your rock theatrical, you'll not leave disappointed. But for this old guy, I'd just leave sad. But I have the memories and the music burned brightly in my brain. Ferocious guitar licks and that illuminated logo keep me warm. The original members... stay with me. Take care, Ken.

Ravel's "Bolero", Vivaldi "Le Quattro Stagioni", Mozart "Symphony #25 in G" George Winston "Variations on the Kanon" (Originally Pachelbel)" Andrea Boccelli (I know, it's opera, I'm still including it here), "Con Ti Partiro". More, but these are some favorites.... Ken.

"Picture", Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock. Ken.

Tim Burton's "The Nightmare Before Christmas". In particular, the opening song and the movie that goes with the lyrics. This is Halloween Lyrics [sHADOW] Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange? [sIAMESE SHADOW] Come with us and you will see This, our town of Halloween [PUMPKIN PATCH CHORUS] This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night [GHOSTS] This is Halloween, everybody make a scene Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright It's our town, everybody scream In this town of Halloween [CREATURE UNDER THE BED] I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red [MAN UNDER THE STAIRS] I am the one hiding under yours stairs Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair! [CORPSE CHORUS] This is Halloween, this is Halloween [VAMPIRES] Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song [MAYOR] In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise [CORPSE CHORUS] Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can! Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll... [HARLEQUIN DEMON, WEREWOLF & MELTING MAN] Scream! This is Halloween Red 'n' black, slimy green [WEREWOLF] Aren't you scared? [WITCHES] Well, that's just fine! Say it once, say it twice Take a chance and roll the dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night [HANGING TREE] Everybody scream, everbody scream! In our town of Halloween! [CLOWN] I am the clown with the tear-away face....... Here in a flash and gone without a trace! [sECOND GHOUL] I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?" I am the wind blowing through your hair........ [OOGIE BOOGIE SHADOW] I am the shadow on the moon at night........ Filling your dreams to the brim with fright! [CORPSE CHORUS] This is Halloween!, this is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! [CHILD CORPSE TRIO] Tender lumplings everywhere, Life's no fun without a good scare! [PARENT CORPSES] That's our job, but we're not mean In our town of Halloween [CORPSE CHORUS] In this town [MAYOR] Don't we love it now? Ev'rybody's waiting for the next surprise! [CORPSE CHORUS] Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back! And scream, like a banshee! Make you jump out of your skin! This is Halloween, everybody scream! Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy? Our man Jack, is King of the Pumpkin Patch Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King (now) [EVERYONE] This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! [CORPSE CHILD TRIO] In this town, we call home....... Everyone hail to the pumpkin song! [EVERYONE] La la la la-la, la la la la-la Halloween! Halloween!

Alice is supposed to be playing the Chrysler Theatre in my hometown of Windsor this July 26th. However, the casino is on strike and there have been rumors that the show may be scrubbed. It's a disappointment because Alice is from Detroit, right across the river from us. He's always kind of been regarded as a hometown boy here. My own favorite Alice creation is "Go To Hell". Ken.

I LOVE Eddie and the Cruisers. EXCELLENT movie. The music was just fantastic. Ken.

Ooooooooh, I dunno. How about THIS one? Ken.... (Sorry, I just had to.)

Here's something you never thought you would see here, or anywhere else... ROGER WHITTAKER Ken.

Marcus, that isn't an original. The lyrics posted rang some distant dim bell. Cocker? Someone like Cocker? Lots of background singers doing the chorus? Ken.

I grew up with David fronting VH. So, for me it'll always be Diamond Dave. However, lately he has a 'Carol Channing' thing going and scares the bejeesus out of me. He looks like a cross between Phyllis Diller and Joan Rivers. Stay out of the spotlight, Dave. Your scalp is showing..... Ken.

Cath, you downloaded those, right? I suspect someone mis-credited Van Morrison to the song "Dancing In The Moonlight". What you are listening to is King Harvest on both MP3's. The one titled Van Morrison is actually King Harvest. This is common as, Van sang "Moondance". Moon, Dance? People screw that up all the time and it gets misleading. Ken.

(Ken, arching eyebrow slyly....) Really..... I bet I would..... BWAHAHAHAHA.... Ken.

If I made you laugh. the lottery is won. That's what its all about. As for the beer, well, I forgot mine back at my campsite. Can I get one from you? Kenny.

This will be long. If you've got something to do, do it, it will be better than reading this. A couple of years ago, Kelly wanted us to start camping. I positively, absolutely, totally hate camping. We've been married almost 17 years, and after that long, we have accumulated some reasonable creature comforts. I have a king-sized Sealy Posturepaedic pillowtop mattress. A swimming pool. A hot tub, a refrigerator that spits ice at you when you want it, satellite tv, cd, mp3 and DVD. I've got a stainless steel barbecue big enough to cook a whole cow on. High speed internet, hot 'n cold running water and a bathroom that is clean and comfortable, WITH cable tv in there, too. And yet...... 6, maybe 7 times a summer, we........ leave all that stuff behind. And go to the happiest place on earth. Jellystone Park. I forgoe all the creature comforts to live in an 8'X12' aluminum box. The pop up camper. The Jayco. Dear God in Heaven, how I hate that thing. I leave my bed to sleep on 1/2" plywood under 2" of foam rubber. As, my wife prefers the side of the bed closest to the door (in case she can get out before me if the damn thing catches fire? Her concern for me is overwhelming), I have to straddle her just to get out and pee in the middle of the night, stumbling almost into a still-hot campfire. The public showers at Jellystone (which, by the way, is a 25 minute drive from our house, so much for 'getting away from it all'), the public showers smell like the monkey house at the Detroit Zoo in the high of summer. She packs all my stuff in a hermetically sealed Tupperware bin. This is great when you have soap in your eyes. You DON'T wanna set the soap down in the dish to get the shampoo outta the Tupperware bin, because there is a little curly hair in the dish, and I know it ain't mine, or any member of my families, so you gotta hold your soap in your teeth and balance on one foot being careful not to lean on the wall to get the shampoo. Showering there is hell. You have to cook on a little tiny hibachi. With coals that take forever to ignite. No TV, and a bazillion kids running everywhere. Jellystone is graced with a swimming pool I suspect they flush at night, so I don't go in there, either. You wind up 'camping' next to people you wouldn't turn around and talk to if you were in front of them in a bank-line. You usually get your pre-requisite frazzled mother weighing about as much as my refrigerator at home wearing a stained t-shirt 2 sizes too small for her, and it's got a picture of kittens on it. But the shirt is so stretched, the kittens look Asian. Eventually, you'll hear my son, "Daaaaad, the portable-toilet is full, y'gotta empty it.." Usually, at that point, a big fat guy with a hairy back wearing a Speedo will come trundling past with a Weight-Watchers mug as big as your head full of beer and say "Ahhh, nothing like getting away from it all, is there?". I want to punch that guy in the face. Hard. It was there last summer when I believe I had an Epiphany. We were setting up the aluminum torture chamber (er, camper). It was late summer and there wasn't many people in the park on that early Friday afternoon. I'm cranking up the camper and heard a rhythmic bass thump coming from down the laneway from us. Another campsite. I wasn't paying too much attention, trying to ignore the sweat in my eyes and the rusty squeal from my back. But the bass thump was.... catchy. And then the wind drifted the lyrics down to me that are now burned indelibly into my brain. "My neck, my back, my (I can't spell the word, rhymes with 'wussy' ) AND my crack." The artist's name is Khia. The key to good writing is to be specific, and Khia pretty much had THAT nailed down. I looked at kelly, and asked her "didjoo hear THAT?" She shrugged, nonplussed. "What are you gonna do? Your in a public place, you're gonna get stuff like that." That's when the Epiphany happened. When I was a kid, we'd go out with Ma and Dad on Friday nights for dinner. We'd beg for quarters for the jukebox, Ma would dole them out with stern directions at me NOT to play THAT song. THAT song was "My Ding-A-Ling". Invariably, my traitorous fingers would punch up B14 or whatever number the song was listed under, Ma would get mad, and Dad would laugh. I downloaded Khia's little ditty to yodelling in the gully, and played it for my Mom with a big grin. "Whattya think of THAT, Ma?" She shrugged and said, "It's the year 2003. What do you want me to say?" I wanted to hit her over the head with a burned chicken off the hibachi. My ding-a-ling indeed. G'night all. Ken.

Sinse whan is JT boring?

Si!, Esta noche bailamos. Umm, voolay voo a cooshay avec moi, er, um, well, something like that, anyhow. Well done. Ken.

Darlin', count on it. (In my best cheesy Puerto Rican accent), "My love, you and I, we dance the Lambada, no? The dance of love...." Ole! Ken.