I was never a huge KISS fan. But they were part of the milieu of my 70’s childhood. I think I was ten when Kiss Meets the Phantom came out. My best friend had a KISS lunchbox. Late high school when the makeup came off. Big things in this inner-child’s development. I know it shouldn’t matter… on the intellectual plane, I know it really doesn’t mean anything. But that doesn’t stop the pain.
The Pepsi commercial… the Pepsi commercial… my god, the humanity.
Ah, a KISS before dying. Didn’t they make a movie about that?
I feel your pain, dear. For me The Day the Music Died was hearing the Beatle’s “Revolution” used to sell Nikes. Or Adidas, or something. I blanked it out, like the Muzak “Eleanor Rigby” I heard once.
Hallie was pretty good in “The Insider”. Otherwise…
I know what you are feeling
My favorite band sued it’s lead singer for not allowing one of their songs go in a Levi’s commercial and they needed his approval because he owns that particular song.
Money Makes the World Go 'Roound
In other KISS news, according to the new issue of “Rolling Stone,” Gene Simmons is launching his own TV sitcom, which he describes as a real-life look at the record business. The pilot, “Smash,” features cameos by Tommy Lee, Sebastian Bach and Mark McGrath. Simmons plans to pitch it to networks in 2001.
Did that kill another little piece?
I assume you’re talking about the DKs… I’ve read statements by both Jello and Peligro, and it’s not quite as simple as that… but, yeah, it sucks.
McKenna: Awwww, come on… the Beatles, commercialized??? Puh-leeze. I’m sure Paul, George, Ringo, and Yoko have been wiping their asses with royalty dough for years…
Nope, Michael Jackson gets most of the Beatle royalties, 'cause he owns the songs.
python:
Q: How do you know it’s bedtime at the Neverland Ranch?
A: When the big hand is on the little hand.
I thought MJ has to split the royalties with The Five? Unca Cecil did a column on this once, but I’m too lazy to look it up…
I posted this in another thread, but I think it bears repeating.
OK, so KISS did a Pepsi commercial. BFD. Everybody knows that they’re the most commercial band ever to come down the pike.
It’s not lide Gene, Paul, Ace and Peter opened their veins to add their blood to the red ink in a comic book so that Marvel Comics could peddle it to rabid KISS fans…
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but it was strange to see them debasing themselves even more than usual. And as long as we’re on the subject, apparently the Gap leather commercial was Vince Clarke’s decision, not the current DM memebers’.
And you’re in pain because… a once popular band that never met a self promoting, money making idea it didn’t like decides to do a Pepsi commercial? At what point did your credulous “inner child” get the idea that KISS was all about “art for arts sake” and would shun such a crass move.
Well, Wacko Jacko was having money problems, and sold all the Beatles songs he owned (not quite all of them) to Sony for millions of dollars.
Of course, Paul, George, Ringo, and the Estate of John Lennon still get song-writing royalties, but none of them own the songs.
We bought my BIL the KISS Second Coming DVD, and I managed to even sit through a part of it. Even he, the biggest KISS fan ever, busted up when the band started waxing poetic about the KISS vibe, the KISS ethos, the KISS phenomenon. It was like Spinal Tap…only it wasn’t a satire.
To me, it’s not so much that they did a commercial as it is that they joined up with the Pepsi demon.
It’s not the Pepsi Demon that bugs me, it’s that little fucking shit who Jack Palance does the voice-overs for! GAWD I hate that cunt! She’s got those eyes, like a shark or a china doll… ::shudders:: Creepy I had a good amount of respect for Palance before I heard his world-weary cowboy voice eminating from her skull…
dammit
punk snot dead,
broccoli!
Oh. I forgot to clarify. As much as I think that Pepsico is demonic, I meant the curly-headed shit who would best serve society by becoming dogfood. for a really ugly dog.
We’re on the same wavelength here.
I wouldn’t even feed her to a dog. I would incinerate her. That way, worms won’t eat her, and she won’t be a part of the cycle anymore…
The hell with KISS…
I’m repulsed by the Pepsi Einstein commercial. Even before the little pixie comes out and says “Duuuuuuhh”.
I mean it’s one thing for Kiss or Faith Hill to consciously sell out while still upon this mortal coil, but must they invoke the image of the Man of the Century half a century after his death?
I don’t want to see the most influential scientific mind of the last 300 or so years do a cheesy heel kick over sugar water.
Amen. For fuck’s sake, that’s even more demeaning than forcing one of the 20th century’s most talented dancers shill for vacuum cleaners after his death.
…which was at least done with a modicum of taste and style.