GENE SIMMONS: BAT LIZARD ROCKS THE BOAT!

There was an appointed place: a hotel room in the gleaming steel rod Henry the Deuce built on the Detroit River to atone for the sins of his grandfather.

An appointed time and purpose; to interview.

But how to interview somebody whose records left one cold? I’d never been a part of Robert Duncan’s magical mystery tour, except for when he’d break into “Rock ’n’Roll All Nite” next door at the posh bar, and I’d join in pounding fists on the table, like a mute twisted cheerleader. But that doesn’t count—that’s just being obnoxious with your fellow editor. Huh? I didn’t eOen have a 14-year-old brother I could discuss Kiss with, and gain older sisterly insight into his bent little brain., My 14-your old brother is into sports. He listens to Richard Pryor records and marks time until his 16th birthday, when he’s sure everything will be cool.