Last Concert Ever

Came pretty close to ordering the final KISS concert PPV last night. If the PPV were 19.99, i would have gladly paid that amount to watch KISS perform their supposed last concert ever from Madison Square Garden. A show I kinda considered go to but I caught KISS on their final tour ever when it came thru San Antonio in 2019. Kinda wild how covid-19 spun the tour into a couple of extra calendar years.

My love for KISS started at the tender age of 4. I went to a flea market with my family and there were a number of large KISS posters for sale and I was allowed to buy a few for a dollar. The poster captivated my imagination. I wouldn’t hear any music performed by the Rock Band KISS for a couple of years, but in my head they were the HEAVIEST band that ever walked the earth. They had a Deamon dude who spat blood… a starchild and a cat drummer. Most importantly they also had a guy from outer space called ACE.

Kiss circa ALIVE 2 - 1977 or 1978 - I had this poster on my wall

Getting to actually see them live back in 2019 was like seeing that poster come to life. The original lineup has been altered and Paul Stanely had a cracked voice…. but the theatrics were all in place. Its one of the few times in life where if felt like i didn’t pay enough to attend a concert. KISS over delivered on my concert going experience.

I’m not convinced its the last time they’ll ever perform. They will however be the first costume band I ever loved.

KISS - live in San Antonio, 2019

Dream Scenario

Took in a screening of “Dream Scenario” last night and it kinda exceed my expectations. I saw a trailer for it earlier in the week and kinda assumed it was an extension to Spike Jonze’s fever dream ‘Being John Malckovich’. A film that came out roughly 25 years ago and it’s kinda wild to think how inventive that film was then and still is now. Dream Scenario by Kristoffer Borgli, explores other ground and I would recommend it to anyone who has any interest in communal thought/conscience.

Not entirely sure if the film/script is also a commentary on Nicholas Cage & our collective audience pop-culture affection/defection to his 100+ films. Of which, I’m pretty sure i’ve seen over 50 of them and for reasons that I can’t really explain, I seem to enjoy the bad ones.

Another reason for me seeking this film out was because I suffer from having very VIVID dreams. Absolutely nonsensical dreams where i’m in scenarios that don’t really make any sense. I’m pretty bad about writing dreams down, but there’s rarely a week that goes by where I don’t have a dream that doesn’t stay stuck I my head when I wake up.

I have a knack for having dreams where celebrities (minor ones for the most part) make cameo appearances. Just the other night I had a dream where Greta Gerwig appeared and asked me to help find a small but unique theater/stage in America to do a weekend of Stand Up Comedy dates. Her name was completely lost on me because in my dream Greta was “Frances Halliday” . She may have even appeared in black and white… when I woke up, I felt compelled to actually find interesting looking small theaters around the states and then try to convince comedians I don’t know to book the spaces to have an bizarre tour of intimate comedy dates.

Target Audience of None

I seem to recall reading once that one shouldn’t reintroduce themselves after a lengthy absence from writing. I can’t remember the last time I sincerely sat down in front of the screen to freely allow thoughts fall onto the digital screen.

When Rhiannon passed away, I made it a point to distance myself from writing. Those who can sit in front of the keys and allow their head and heart to flow, know of the risks of peering into truths that eventually get worked out on the page. Every now and again, something would occur in life that would compel me to blurb something on instagram. I’ve slowly become disinterested in the platform… it kinda feels like a weird place for short film / informercial nonsense. I rarely go out of my way to see what friends are posting and find comfort in seeing Animals do adorable things on camera.

Which leads me to a return to this medium. A little place on line where I can broadcast random thoughts and work through things that I’ve been reluctant to address because of my fear of writing.

this is your captain speaking…

Not entirely sure what cured me of said fear. Time has a knack of healing all wounds I guess.