Kissing is something which died when the world changed. Well anyway for me. But Sunday Night Kissing is still just about possible.
Last night we went to see Kiss perform their last ever English concert.
It was loud. It was cartoon like. It was larger than life. It was ridiculously full of explosions. It was Rock and Entertainment at its best.
Unbelievably I noticed a young chap stand up without prompting, start dancing, shouting, singing and clapping. That’s a first. Thankfully he has more rhythm than his Dad.
I have to say music has been a lifesaver. It’s always been the one constant. It wasn’t embarrassed when I struggled with depression. It didn’t turn its back on me when death came calling in 2016. And it didn’t batter an eyelid when Autism came a calling.
Yes Kissing is a memory. No more Kiss concerts for us. But we have precious memories.
Music is an unwavering friend who has embraced our son. Thank you Kiss. Thank you Rock. Thank you Music.