Hello all you jive-talkers, ginbabies and winged creatures of the night. Here's the dope —

Those lusty Brooklyn boys Kiss were given a raucous reception at Metro Airport by a couple hundred Kiss fans, many in Kiss drag with faces painted to match Gene, Paul, Ace or Peter. At a press conference they were presented with keys to the city of Detroit by Steve Glantz , impersonating Mayor Young. After the Sunday night show they were presented with a platinum record each onstage for Kiss Alive, which was recorded at Cobo Hall. Glantz also received one of the fake records (We hear they don't really play ... at least o urs doesn't). Tuesday night CREEM arrived on the scene, in the person of publisher Barry Kramer and editor Jaan Uhelszki, to collect a platinum record for our incredible part in the success of the

album. But that's not all. Steve Glam2 and Casablanca Records threw a bash at the glittering Roostertail to celebrate three sold-out nights of Kiss. Genial Jerry Schoenith hosted the proceedings, which were highlighted by the painted patooties themselves strutting around sans makeup . The Mouth can't tell you how we recognized them .. .maybe because they were the only black-haired seven-footers lurching around the place (we know Gene wore platforms, honey, but they only count for so much!). Of course, the minute they opened their mouths ("Pleezed da meetcha") we knew it had to be... Celebs like Jerry Hodak of Channel 2 lounged around the club, mixing in with the satin and leather rock crowd very nicely, we thought. Paul Stanley raved about the new album, just recently recorded and produced by Bob Ezrin. Gene simply growled and leered at appropriate moments. All in all, more rock people assembled in one place than we've seen in a long time. There was even a ladies' room fracas — an alleged CREEM photographer and several prominent DJs seen strolling out of the ladies' , which caused no end of a fuss, my dears.

Speaking of the Roostertail, Jerry Schoenith informs us that he's opening a club downstairs which will be aimed at the bluejeaned crowd. Drink prices will be somewhere around 85^, which sold us on the spot.

Hmmm, guess Jerry had our number all along.

Peter Frampton and Gary Wright

stunned and delighted everybody, selling out show after show... Gary himself was quite shocked when he heard about the fourth Frampton/ Wright show while sitting in Paul Christy's office, listening to W4boom in over the speakers. Outraged, Gary called his management who pleaded that they couldn't get hold of him in time to tell him. Ah, you can't argue with success, Gary. The Dream Weaver was in town with his stunning wife to do a raft of interviews, picture sessions and general PR in advance of the Cobo shows. Mike Stone of Bugs Bunny & Co. took the Wrights to the Maharajah restaurant on Eight Mile for some flaming Indian cuisine.

Well, the Mouth kinda knew this one was coming: Gary Burbank, the Mouth in CKLW's Mornings for yea these many months, is returning to his old Kentucky home for TV and radio work. Gary confided to us his longing for his sunny bluegrass home — and he's always been hot to do TV work, any TV work, so we know he'll be happy.

We are just all smiles', having heard Nick Stem of A & M is feeling better.

Also CREEM lady editor Jaan Uhelszki, back at her typewriter and hot to trot.

Marty Fischoff, EXTRA CREEM writer, resident of Flint and editor of the Detroit Guide sued the editors of Detroit Metro Guide (the two are being hawked side by side at Motor City newsstands) for a variety of reasons... parts of Marty's book were simply rewritten and stuck in the newer publication, which he had nothing to do with. Detroit Metro Guide settled with Marty financially, and also will have to buy up any of his books still unsold in September 1976. So says da judge. Detroit has its very own teen star: Dennis Frawley — that zany record spinner at ABX was recently featured in the teen rave magazine 16. Sweet... Speaking of Mr. Frawley, he is now the last remaining "ABX Air Ace" since the voice of Dick Tyne is gone from the X's airwaves.

Dan Fogelberg hit the stage at Ford Auditorium looking like a Topanga Eagle Scout in blue denim and red neck scarf. He won his first class badge for entertaining, second class for all around friendliness since he took time

out from his wacko schedule to stop by the Wagon Wheel and hear Pontiac's Travis. Even sat in on a number, say our kids on the scene.

A special thanks to Pasquale's spaghetti heaven for allowing us to run amok while shooting the photos for this month's feature.

Attention all would-be rock stars;

Loii Speers, whose father started the Michigan Palace, is running jam sessions on Sundays at the Sandbox Lounge in Livonia. Local musicians just show up and do their stuff; recent examples have been Roger Russo, the Russell Brothers and the Axis Blues Band. So get your buns and your axe, or iyories, or whatever you get music out of over to Livonia,

Detroit police were looking at last check for one Edward Kay, who sold quite a chunk of tickets for an "Osmond Brothers/Julie London" show that was

all in his imagination Glad to hear Alice's old band (sans Glenn Buxton) — Dennis Dunaway, Neal Smith, Mike Bruce and all were reforming, calling themselves "Billion Dollar Babies". Well, you know who churned out all those albums...

Again, the promo men of Detroit have pulled a round of musical chairs: Brian Rooney is now doing promotion in Minneapolis, Craig Lambert moves from Casablanca to Warner Brothers and Frank Horowitz is now doing promotions in TURN TO PAGE 14.

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Cleveland for MCA. And Jack Ashton, late of ABC locally, has switched out West to United Artists in El Lay.

Scenemakers and whirling dervishes are counting the days until that wench Patti Smith hits town with her filthy band. We're looking forward to Patti's gig in the Silver Dollar Saloon in East Lansing . Despite the unfortunate name, the place is small and rowdy, and Patti should be able to get everybody breaking chairs over each other's heads.

Tantrum, another wide-track band from Pontiac, is blazing a trail in local bars playing British-flavored rock — besides penning their own material they scorch through songs of the Pretty Things, Rod Stewart, Alex Harvey, and Peter Frampton in an attempt to avoid the bar-band blahs. Check it out! Here's hoping you were lucky enough to catch the February-long engagement of Robin Morgan, a young Ms. of country folk rock bent and mUcho gut-level talent, at the Union Street on Mack Avenue in Grosse Pointe. Don't morn and mewl if you missed the up-and-coming vocalist, guitarist and supple summation of foxitude, though — you'll be seeing a lot more of her around Detroit area bistros, laying out that fine mellow music...

Tim Walter, hardworking promo guy for MCA, had a chance to cop some of those steaming Florida rays last month. When he wasn't lazing around in the sun, Tim stopped in to see the lovely Chris Brown, late of the Free Press, who's very happy in her new slot as entertainment editor of the Miami Herald, and sends her friends in the chilly Midwest a sunny smile.

Local love-lee from the East Side received a billet douce (mash note, chumps) from Queen guitarist Brian May, and will probably be touring part of the Midwest with him.

Two local thread designers getting some well-deserved recognition this month; Maryanne of Fabulous Second Hands was featured in a full-page layout in the Free Press. Maryanne researches and collects period pieces for both sexes, and designs quite a few of her own. Aloma Julian specializes in fine detailed handwork, and is able to conjure up stunning confections of antique satin or black leather — whatever's your thaing.

That's it folks, finito, until we murmur more bon mots in your ears next month.