That may be the lesson I’m slowly absorbing, more than any other, as I process our Kiss concert last week.
Though it was my first Kiss show since April 14, 2000, I’d seen and heard plenty of live Kiss since. The Rock the Nation Live! DVDs include cool stuff like “Tears Are Falling” and “Love Her All I Can,” which are awesome to see and hear. The AXStv concert I DVRed not long ago has “Shock Me” melting into “Outta This World,” which I love. It’s good stuff. Crank it up a bit and sing along, perhaps with a slight whiskey haze, and it’s a fine time.
But I left all of the truly visceral reaction I had to spend on the floor of the Birmingham Jefferson Civic Center 14 years ago. I’ve made peace with that.
Nothing will ever top my Hot in the Shade show, because it was my first Kiss show. Goodness gracious sakes alive, I liked both Winger and Slaughter, but their sets were interminable. Bring my guys out!
I was going to revisit this no matter what, because I wanted to get my boys a live Kiss experience, and I was certainly going to go with them. So this was going to go this way no matter what.
But I have choices elsewhere.
For example, I haven’t eaten Underwood Deviled Ham in perhaps 35 years. I remember my mom making me sandwiches with it, and I remember loving it.
I’m sure it’s a fine food product, but I’m confident my memories of it are better than a 2014 sandwich would be. So I’m leaving it alone.