MY YOUNG DAD AND A CHUBBY LITTLE STARCHILD.
MY PARENTS ON THEIR WEDDING DAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1948.
TWELVE YEARS OLD. I WISH I COULD GO BACK AND GIVE HIM A HUG.
A NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD TAXI DRIVER READY FOR THE STREETS OF NEW YORK. MUTTON CHOPS OPTIONAL.
A PAGE FROM MY FIRST SONGBOOK, WHICH I JUST FOUND. LYRICS TO ALL MY EARLIEST KISS SONGS ARE IN IT.
ABOVE AND BELOW: TWO FORTY-FIVE-YEAR-OLD, NEVER-BEFORE-SEEN SHOTS OF A NEW BAND CALLED KISS.
STUDIO 54. WATCHING IT ALL HAPPEN WITH ANDY WARHOL, ANNIE LENNOX, AND FRANK ZAPPA. A GOLDEN AGE OF EXCESS.
1975. ALL GLARE AND HAIR.
PHOTO: BARRY LEVINE
WORKING OUT TODAY. YOU CAN’T WIN AT ANYTHING YOU DON’T START.
PHOTO: BRIAN LOWE
AT HOME. MY HAT, MY GUITAR, AND MY PAUL STANLEY PUMA SUEDES. STYLIN’!
BACK TO 531 WEST 211 STREET. A BOY LEFT, BUT A MAN RETURNED.
A MAGIC MOMENT WITH SARAH, EMILY, AND COLIN.
ANOTHER AWESOME NIGHT COMES TO AN END.
PHOTO: KEITH LEROUX
JIMMY. AN ICON, A LIFELONG INSPIRATION, AND A LOVELY MAN.
PHOTO: ROSS HALFIN
ROAD WARRIORS READY FOR THE END OF THE ROAD.
PHOTO: BRIAN LOWE
SOUL STATION. SEAN, GAVYN, CRYSTAL, LAURHAN, AND RAFAEL. PART OF THE TRIBE, PREACHING ONSTAGE AND LOVING LIFE.
I WENT FORWARD WITHOUT REALLY KNOWING MY DESTINATION. BUT I KNEW WHEN I GOT THERE, IT WAS HOME.
PHOTO: BRIAN LOWE