What started out as a week with high hopes ended with a whimper – and it all has to do with the fact that Paul Stanley tested positive for COVID-19.
Last year, I bought tickets for a KISS show in Raleigh – part of the outfit’s End of the World Tour. This concert was to be my son’s bachelor getaway. Just Wes, his best friend Xavier and me.
Not quite unexpectedly, the tour got postponed.
We changed our getaway plans and set our sights on an eventual rescheduled show, which was supposed to have happened on August 28.
Then came denial. What if Paul felt fine and could perform? Sure, that could happen…
How about surrounding Paul with Plexiglas… wouldn’t that work?
Then acceptance: No way any of that was going to happen. The show – and the tour – has been postponed.
I’ll get an email from Live Nation when there is a new date.
Wes and I have an incredible bond around KISS, proof that I did something right as a parent. He’s been a fan since before he started kindergarten. I’ve been a fan since I was 12 or 13, and can proudly say I was in attendance at The Forum in Los Angeles during the taping of ALIVE II in 1977. Xavier has been a fan since middle school.
We patiently await the rescheduled date. Hell, we’ve been waiting for a year already.
As much as I love KISS, this is it. They already launched one farewell Tour in 2000 (see shirt any my shitty makeup job in the above photo), and I get that it was in fact a farewell of sorts to Peter Criss and Ace Frehley after things started to go south, but I could swear we saw KISS with Peter on drums in 2003 on the World Domination Tour – but if Paul and Gene go out again, I will write them off.
There is talk about a franchise model for KISS, but that’s not what I am talking about here.
Get well soon, Paul.