Since he changed his name and slapped on the face paint after a war-torn Israeli childhood the Kiss frontman hasn’t had a bad day in his life. Bad hair days? That’s a different matter…
What is your earliest memory?
Growing up in Israel, where I lived until I was eight. I remember the constant fighting – the country was founded in 1948, the year before I was born. Every now and then there would be a rocket attack, and every weekend my father would put on his army uniform, pick up his Kalashnikov and hitchhike to the frontline.
What sort of child were you?
I was an only child and left alone a lot as a kid in Israel. I’d go up Mount Carmel, pick the cactus fruit and get stung by the needles. I had one friend, a Moroccan Jew, and we’d hang out together. We had no TV, no radio, but I did have a rock and a stick and my imagination – and that was enough.
When did you last feel happy?