I was an eleven year old girl! Us kids used to beg our aunt to take us to a Kiss concert all the time. Trash picked an old guitar and pretended I was Ace Frehley.
Totally! I ‘absconded’ with my brother’s ‘77 Fender Strat (my beloved Siobhan, who I still have and play although she really needs to be re-fretted) and never looked back. I was an Ace girl until I realized the guy was a total moron and became smitten with Gene... I’m now a big fan of Paul Stanleys. His autobio is really beautiful.