As Yankee fans, libertarians, and soccer aficionados well know, I like to tease, taunt, and torment people—in a jocular way. Don’t ask why. I just do. Twenty years ago today, my letter to the editor of the Arizona Daily Wildcat (the student newspaper of the University of Arizona) was published. Here it is:
To the Editor
Thank you for the feature article on the rock group Kiss (Encore, Oct. 8)[.] As writer Mike Gillette implies, it is high time that Kiss is recognized as the musical and social force that it is. Thousands of us who came of age in the early ’70s fell in love with such classics as “Deuce,” “Hotter than Hell” and “Ladies in Waiting.” I’m proud to say that I attended seven Kiss concerts and purchased all of their albums. No musical group has had more of an influence on my life, and I doubt that any ever will.
And yet, despite the obvious quality of their music, Kiss is shunned—even ridiculed—by so-called music critics. This never ceases to amaze me. You see, when the history of rock ’n’ roll is written, Kiss will have a chapter to itself. Other groups, such as the Beatles, Rolling Stones and Bob Dylan, will warrant at most a footnote. In the end, quality always prevails. Long live Kiss! It’s time for the Kiss army to come out of the closet. We may be attorneys, doctors and military officers by now, but we still groove to the strains of “Detroit Rock City.”
Keith Burgess-Jackson
Graduate Assistant
Department of Philosophy
One of my fellow graduate students, Jonathan Kandell, was the newspaper’s art critic. He called me one evening before the letter appeared to inform me that the editorial staff had debated it. He wasn’t sure whether the letter would be published, but guessed that it would be. My aim, as you can imagine, was to provoke. It was by then fashionable for twentysomethings to dismiss Kiss as nothing more than a “hair band.” I still chuckle when I read my letter.