Ace Frehley! Hell, yes! I’m a big KISS fan and I love Ace Frehley. The first record I ever picked out for myself, when I was about five years old, was Destroyer. Ace Frehley would prove to be a pretty major influence on me as a guitarist and classic KISS remains an all time favorite all these years later.
At first, No Regrets comes off as somewhat disingenuous. It’s, like, “I was a kid! It was great! I almost joined a gang! It was great! I started playing guitar! It was great! I almost got killed! It was great!” Soon, though, you start to get a sense of the optimism and peace of mind Frehley found over the years. That image of Ace giving his thumbs up to the world actually sums up the man pretty nicely.
Some of this is due to this his incredible luck. We should all be so lucky!
Ace says straight out that his memory is hazy, so you kind of have to give him a pass when he confuses Dust manager, Kenny Kerner with Dust bassist, Kenny Aaronson. Fortunately, he had friends and family around to jog his memory for this book. Ace’s autobiography is fun, interesting and very blunt. The booze, coke, ladies, cars, guns and fistfights are all laid out for examination. Fortunately, this is no confessional. Probably the best thing about No Regrets is that Ace literally has no regrets. Rarely do you see this when a rocker releases their tell all bio. Oh, he’s a little bitter about this and that, maybe carries some resentment towards some deserving souls, but this guy is remarkably well adjusted and sincere. When he tells you he did it for the music, never the money, you believe him.
Frehley refrains from dishing too much dirt, but there’s enough to keep things very interesting. There’s no doubt he views Gene and Paul as money hungry and motivated mostly by greed. It’s difficult to refute this (KISS Kruise, anyone?). The fact is, the current incarnation of KISS would be more accurately referred to as The KISS Tribute & Review Extravaganza. Because it sure ain’t KISS. Which is fine, but you can understand why Ace finds it odd that there’s another guitarist with his makeup on and another drummer with Peter’s. And you’d have to be incredibly naïve not to realize Gene and Paul saw how tepid, boring and below par most of their post makeup output was, saw the massive success they had when the makeup went back on and decided it didn’t matter who wore the makeup as long as the money made it into their pockets. The story about Ace showing up late to a show and finding Tommy Thayer in his costume and makeup, ready to go onstage is telling. Very telling.
I saw that reunion tour in Spokane. A friend and I went and were screaming like school girls. We had a great time! Having seen footage of the current lineup, I thank my lucky stars I got to see the real KISS live.
Oddly enough, there are times when Ace’s comments about Gene make the Demon seem more human. No friends, uptight, sex addict. It makes you go, “Hmmmm.”
More human and filthy! Simmons was disgusting! What a slob! Leaving his garbage around! Spitting on the hotel room floor! And when Gene got crabs, everybody got crabs. “We packed lightly and we traveled fast. As a consequence, our costumes were often thrown together in a single pile and packed into one suitcase, sometimes without even being washed. You can imagine how that worked out – the suitcase filled with hot, sweaty leather, crabs jumping gleefully from the Demon to the Starchild to the Cat and the Spaceman. Must have been like a giant petri dish. And sure enough, within a few days we’d all be walking around, tugging at our crotches, scratching incessantly.” Eeew.
It’s refreshing to hear a talented old school rocker stick it to the marginally talented new school pop stars, “prefab, cookie-cutter pop stars with shitty voices made listenable only through the magic of Auto-Tune.” And you know he walked the walk; Ace doesn’t have the best singing voice in the world, but he sold it when he sang it. “Rocket Ride”, “New York Groove”, “Talk To Me”, “2,000 Man” all come across because Ace makes you believe it.
No Regrets is a fun, refreshing read about one hell of a character. I won’t go so far as to say it’s an inspirational read, but there is inspiration to be found. And Ace never gets preachy. I love when he says, “The fact of the matter is, I don’t believe that there’s anything wrong with [drugs and alcohol]. Unfortunately, in excess, they’re just not very healthy for you. But many people function quite nicely while using drugs or alcohol on a recreational basis. The trick is moderation. If you can handle it, go for it!”
I started out unsure about No Regrets, but ended up thoroughly enjoying the ride. KISS fans, Frehley fans, rock fans, you will dig it.