Back in the early 80’s, Cecil and I were in New York and had just left the KISS concert that was held at Studio 54. We were looking for this fantastic burrito place in Hell’s Kitchen at around 3:00 am, when all of the sudden Ace Frehley, sans make-up, runs up behind us puts his arms around both of us and starts singing, I was made for loving you, baby! It was pretty surreal.