Diehard KISS fan and reporter: How I survived meeting my boyhood hero, Paul Stanley
By Adrian Dater
What do you say when a rock god, when one of the three biggest boyhood heroes of your entire life, calls your phone and asks to speak with you?
In my case Sunday, when Paul Stanley called my phone — that’s the Paul Stanley from Kiss, a little rock ‘n’ roll band you might have heard of — what I said was: “Oh hi, Paul. Thanks for calling.”
Why did he call me? More on that later.
I’ve never been the type of person to scream and jump up and down at seeing a famous person. I’ve been in some situations before – Ethan Hawke right behind me at a rental car line in Vancouver, Martin Sheen right behind me at an airport security line, Dave Thomas from SCTV right ahead of me at a security line in, I think, Toronto, once.
Hawke was in one of my favorite movies ever “Reality Bites”, Sheen was in another of mine — “Wall Street” — and Thomas kept me howling as a teenager watching SCTV late on Friday nights, especially when he did Bob and Doug McKenzie skits. (“Goood-loook-gooo-gooo-gooo-goo-goo-goooo, gooood-look-goooo-gooo-goo-goo-goo-gooooooo.”) All three times, I never once made any eye contact, never tried to strike up a “hey, big fan, really loved you in…” No, I never wanted to be THAT guy.
But there have been times when I’ve met some real boyhood heroes, or talked to them over the phone. Those were the times I got pretty damn scared. The first time was around 1997 or, when Larry Bird came to Denver as coach of the Pacers, and I got assigned to cover that night’s game for The Post, filling in for Mike Monroe, I believe.