MAKEUP TO BREAKUP:
My Life In And Out Of Kiss
Peter Criss
w/ Larry Sloman
(Scribner)
Based on the sheer
shock value of his stories, KISS'
co-founding
drummer delivers
a winner for die-
hard enthusiasts.
shock value of his stories, KISS'
co-founding
drummer delivers
a winner for die-
hard enthusiasts.
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The latest in the ever-growing pile of insider KISS tell-alls, Makeup to Breakup offers a lively and candid account of founding drummer Peter Criss' wild sex, drugs & rock and roll life — before, during, after, during, after, before, during and then again after his involvement with rock's masked messiahs.
Despite his willingness to come clean regarding personal demons (i.e. infidelity, wife beating, drugs and alcohol), Criss' scale of judgment is often unbalanced. He openly questions Paul Stanley's sexuality early in the story, revealing the frontman's unique talent for creating detailed drawings of penises. Yet his own, more disturbing behavior, as well as that of Ace Frehley gets a pass: Ace and I became famous for taking out our dicks at the drop of a hat. Then we'd grab each other's dicks. It wasn't sexual, just stupid adolescent tomfoolery. What? Not sexual? Hang on there, fella. Where I come from that ain't called "tomfoolery," that's called "gay." Not judging — just saying.
Criss recounts a particular KISS road story from the mid '70s in which he and Frehley got a young female after-show guest bombed beyond the point of consciousness. They covered the girl with bologna and sandwich condiments, then proceeded to put her seemingly lifeless naked body into the hotel elevator and hit the button for the lobby. It was disturbing tales such as this that frequently made me feel like a dope for having gleefully guzzled so much KISS Kool-Aid for so many years. Kiss circa 1976
I found Criss' conversational, no-nonsense style to be quite engaging. However, I was a bit disappointed that such a successful and talented (66-year-old) man still resorts to juvenile name-calling. I believe that referring to people as "fags" and "whores" and prefacing every reference to Simmons and Stanley with, "those pricks" or "those fuck faces," only compromises Criss' credibility. And his countless references to women as "pussy" was insulting and just plain creepy. That type of language was crass even back in the '70s.
I can only imagine that jamming a near 50-year career into 370 pages was no easy feat. Hence, Criss' story is fast-paced and he often quickly glosses over prime eras. And although Criss did successfully touch on most aspects of his life, many holes remained in his story. Jeanette Frehley receives "special thanks" in the Acknowledgments, but she is only briefly referenced one time in the rest of the book. I'd be interested in gaining further insight into their friendship. Clearly Criss enjoyed close personal relationships with KISS manager Bill Aucoin, Casablanca Records founder Neil Bogart and songwriter / producer Sean Delaney — key players in the KISS story who all died way too young. However, Criss makes no mention of their passing. And if Paul McCartney had rescued me during any kind of accident, I certainly would have devoted more than a casual, one paragraph description of the experience. But I commend Criss for taking the time to give credit where it's due — shining light on the creative contributions of Aucoin and Delaney.
It seems that perhaps the greatest source of darkness in Criss' life was, and may continue to be, not sex, drugs or rock and roll, but the emotional damage caused by religion. Guilt, condemnation and punishment, was beat into him practically from birth by priests, nuns and even well-intending family members.
Fortunately, Jesus Christ served as THE ultimate, perfect and final sacrifice. He paid for ALL sins — past, present and future when the religious people of his day crucified him.
The ONLY way to the Father is through the Son (JOHN 3:16 / 1 JOHN 5:12). Rosaries do nothing. And I certainly mean no disrespect, but praying to Mary is as effective as praying to an Ace Frehley action figure. That's all a product of man-made religion. What I'm talking about is relationship — a unique and personal connection with God the Father through his Son, Jesus Christ. Salvation is the greatest gift ever offered to man. It's available to us ALL — and it's absolutely FREE!
And contrary to Criss' assertions, God does NOT place cancer or any sickness on people for any reason. To think otherwise is to buy into more religion — another lie sent straight from the pit of Hell. I'd be delighted to offer encouragement, inspiration and guidance based on the Word of God to anyone in need. I'm easily accessible: AuthorChristopherLong@yahoo.com
In sum, Peter Criss exceeded my expectations. Makeup to Breakup is a highly entertaining read throughout. And although many aspects of Criss' story are certainly disturbing, Makeup to Breakup stands out as perhaps the second-best of the KISS bios — right behind CK Lendt's Kiss and Sell.
I can only imagine that jamming a near 50-year career into 370 pages was no easy feat. Hence, Criss' story is fast-paced and he often quickly glosses over prime eras. And although Criss did successfully touch on most aspects of his life, many holes remained in his story. Jeanette Frehley receives "special thanks" in the Acknowledgments, but she is only briefly referenced one time in the rest of the book. I'd be interested in gaining further insight into their friendship. Clearly Criss enjoyed close personal relationships with KISS manager Bill Aucoin, Casablanca Records founder Neil Bogart and songwriter / producer Sean Delaney — key players in the KISS story who all died way too young. However, Criss makes no mention of their passing. And if Paul McCartney had rescued me during any kind of accident, I certainly would have devoted more than a casual, one paragraph description of the experience. But I commend Criss for taking the time to give credit where it's due — shining light on the creative contributions of Aucoin and Delaney.
Fortunately, Jesus Christ served as THE ultimate, perfect and final sacrifice. He paid for ALL sins — past, present and future when the religious people of his day crucified him.
The ONLY way to the Father is through the Son (JOHN 3:16 / 1 JOHN 5:12). Rosaries do nothing. And I certainly mean no disrespect, but praying to Mary is as effective as praying to an Ace Frehley action figure. That's all a product of man-made religion. What I'm talking about is relationship — a unique and personal connection with God the Father through his Son, Jesus Christ. Salvation is the greatest gift ever offered to man. It's available to us ALL — and it's absolutely FREE!
And contrary to Criss' assertions, God does NOT place cancer or any sickness on people for any reason. To think otherwise is to buy into more religion — another lie sent straight from the pit of Hell. I'd be delighted to offer encouragement, inspiration and guidance based on the Word of God to anyone in need. I'm easily accessible: AuthorChristopherLong@yahoo.com
In sum, Peter Criss exceeded my expectations. Makeup to Breakup is a highly entertaining read throughout. And although many aspects of Criss' story are certainly disturbing, Makeup to Breakup stands out as perhaps the second-best of the KISS bios — right behind CK Lendt's Kiss and Sell.
-Christopher Long
THanks for a great, insightful review. I love some of your line concerning Ace and Peter's "tomfoolery" - still laughing over that.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, "tomfoolery," indeed!
DeleteThanks for stopping by and saying, "Hi."
-Chris
Hi Chris,
ReplyDeleteGot and read Criss's book for my recent birthday.
Read Ace's recent book too.
I have to agree with your assessment on Criss's focus and moments of hypocrisy. I like the way you tied in the real Gospel at the end, in contrast with Criss's brand of "faith." Excellent.
Still, it was Criss and Frehley primarily that began my journey into rock... and made me open to hear VH when they hit the scene.
When we were kids, we saw the costumes, makeup, and stupidly catchy riffs/hooks and couldn't help but fall in line! Ha!
I had no clue how depraved the whole scene was.
Keep on doing what you're doing! Love it.
Kerry
Thanks Kerry! Great hearing from you. Keep in touch.
Delete-Chris
I will never forget January 26,1976 at Cobo Arena in Detroit,MI. My life changed
ReplyDeletewhen I saw KISS. Sad that they are such assholes. And Peter Criss's book proves
him to be the biggest asshole. The way he blabbers on you'd think he was the
only one with any talent. His solo stuff STINKS, the man can't sing, and his drumming
is good, but not anything your average Joe Schmoe can't do. And you're right Chris,
his juvenile name calling and "pussy" references place him in the thoroughly uneveolved
Dumb Goobah category. Thanks for a great review.
Ah yes, Cobo Hall / January '76 -- I think that I still have that show laying around on VHS somewhere. A classic KISS performance, indeed. Thanks for stopping by, "Anonymous," and for offering such passionate commentary. We're pretty much in agreement on this one. Don't be a stranger!
Delete-Chris
I got your KISS vhs Cobo Hall 76 tape you left at My Grant House house back in the Glitter dollz days if you need it back I can drop it off at Siggys and tell them to give it to you ----Phil Ferraro
ReplyDeleteIt's all yours, Phil!
ReplyDeleteGreat hearing from you. I hope you and the fam are doing well.
-Chris