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Rating: Now the reason is clear to me.
An exhausting heat. The queue waiting for the gates to open, a few cigarettes, a beer, while I looked around noting with not much surprise that the army that Kiss still manages to gather has no age.
Children, gentlemen, young, very young, painted faces.
Sneaky glances at the watch from a boy nearby and myself in what I could call moderate trepidation.
The moment arrives to enter and the line, like a long snake, moves sinuously humming "Rock 'n' Roll All Night"...
I reach the second tier and find a great spot to the right of the stage, thinking I'll see them well, and I'm thrilled.
In the time it takes to meet a few people around me, the lights go out, a group named Cindi Road (I'm not sure of the name, I apologize!) arrives and some genuine Rock'n'Roll can be heard. I'm already at the barrier, legs out of control and arms to the sky.
Someone taps my shoulder, and a gentleman politely asks me to sit down.
My God, sit down???
We're not at the cinema, friend, this is Rock!
The idea of what Kiss might say if they saw me seated on a chair, perhaps with crossed legs and arms delicately placed on my left thigh, flashes through my mind.
Good Girl, what a Horror!
In no time, I dart into the corridor of the tier, intending to pray to get down to the first.
Without much begging, they let us through, and from there to getting under the stage is a moment.
I'm ready.
They don't make us wait long and descend from the sky onto the stage as suits the Gods. I'm already in adoration. They start with "Deuce " and "Strutter" while I sing and jump like a madwoman, dancing and unleashing myself with the music pulsing through my veins.
A semi-empty space forms around us (the floor wasn't particularly crowded) while my legs tremble incessantly. My ears delighted by those beloved songs, which are as many as 19, "Got to choose", "Hotter than Hell", "Nothin' to loose", "C'Mon and Love Me", "Parasite", "She", "100,000 Years", "Cold Gin", "Let me go R'n'R", "Black Diamond", "Rock'n'Roll All Night", "Shout It Out Loud", "Lick It Up", "I Love It Loud," "I Was Made for Lovin' You", "Love Gun", "Detroit Rock City"... and it's magic.
Everything is special, that singing of Modugno's "Volare", the introduction of "Black Diamond" sung loudly by all of us in a breath of eternity, where it seemed to me a light breeze blew on my sweaty face and through Paul's hair.
Gene and his demonic blood-spitting up there where everyone can admire him, and again Paul calling out before gliding down among the crowd in total frenzy to the notes of "Love Gun".
Fireworks, tongues, confetti, a million pure and natural smiles.
A show.
I have no terms of comparison, so I certainly can't say if age has marked, shaped, or scaled down the show of these four Olympians, and I'm not even good at pointing out or even just noticing any technical details on the sound or possible hiccups and imperfections in executing the tracks. What I can say for sure is that the Wild Soul, the charisma, and what they transmit from the height of their timeless platforms is unique, and every drop of sweat that soaked my forehead and body, every uncontrolled movement of arms and legs, every crescent moon shining on the faces of the people around me, makes me think how much I love Kiss. They who in my imagination have no age, immortal and timeless like their pieces. They who, interacting with their audience and winking with a few provocative pelvic moves, generate pure adrenaline!
And it is obviously clear why I love Rock. Yes, because for a glimpse of the night, four Glam Stars reminded me who I am, for those two hours of music I stripped away all respectability, appearance, compromise. Rock reminds me that the Soul dances naked and doesn't care about circumstances and those trivialities and baseness that plague my mind these days.
Kiss were needed.
It was needed, upon exiting, that background "God Give R'n'R to you" because it is what I truly need, because it accompanied me all the way home.
Verbose, huh? Maybe. But mere words, though a thousand and perhaps even appropriate, aren't enough to capture an Emotion.
An Emotion called Kiss.
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