10/9/06, Monday, Columbus Day
To: Paul@Paulstanleyiscompletelyawesomeandlivestowin.com
from: Steven Austin Weiss
Subject: Only One Way To Live
Dear Paul Stanley,
At first when we were hanging out at the Viper Room in 1987, corner booth in the VIP section, 3 cans of hairspray each in our massive beehive styles , drinking Singapore Slings, when you gave me your email address, I was a little confused. Partially because Al Gore and Eric Tarn had not invented the internet yet, but mainly because your email address was so damn long. You replied with;
“Steven, my close friend and trusted spiritual advisor, when you live to win, you gotta live it large. Whether its playing to 80,000 screaming fans, or an excessive domain name, my eyes are on the prize. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a show to do.”
Just then, as you stormed the stage a guitar magically appeared in a puff of smoke. Your rendition of “Crazy Nights” was phenomenal. That chorus? “These are crazy crazy crazy crazy nights”? Wow. really, wow.
But I’m not writing just to relive the glory days. No Paul, I’m writing to tell you that you have improved my life. Last night, I downloaded “Live To Win” your Ethos turned Mega Hit from your new album of the same name. I can’t believe they didn’t let you call it “Paul Stanley: The Voice Of Every Generation” like you wanted. Well, It changed my life. I have vowed to listen to this song every morning, knowing that it will make me sieze each day, living it to the fullest. Living it…..to win! Today, day one, both T Bone and I in our perspective lairs of genius (thats what we call the rooms in our apartment) each woke up to Live To Win, what happens next? Beck announces a show in our neighborhood. Who the hell comes to Jersey City to play an old Lowes movie theather? BECK thats who! All of this, directly because of you Paul Stanley. And for this, I thank you. Happy Sukkot, and Happy New Year, my Jewish Brother. One can only imagine the treasures that await your loyal listeners in the weeks to come
Sincerely
Steven Austin Weiss