Harry is headed for DETROIT ROCK CITY

Hey folks, Harry here.

I'm all packed and ready to go. At 6am... 4 hours from now, I head to the airport freshly giggly after meeting the Munchkins, and prepared to watch KISS in concert as well as watching DETROIT ROCK CITY.

Using Moriarty's super secret Tibetan chant, I whispered "Pula Farrell Valenti" onto the answering machine of a friend of mine out there in the land of LA LA, and managed to score two tickets to... DETROIT ROCK CITY's premiere... complete with KISS concert... in make-up.

So, me and that ancient old man, Moriarty, will shake off the sting of an impossibly numbingly bad example of Warner Brothers ability to market a perfect film. We will attempt to get in the groove of partying like mad men.

Why am I undertaking the expense for a quick 24 hour journey to see this of all films?

Because... I'll get to see KISS perform in makeup. It's been a childhood dream of mine that has never been realized. While I know they will only be performing for 30 minutes, I can't help but get fired up for this. The movie is a topping in my mind. The 'something extra'. Sure, I've heard the movie is funny as hell, and a great piece of entertainment. But going to this represents the culmination of 22 years of trying to see KISS, but always having something get in the way.

Meanwhile, Moriarty and I will be seeing what type of trouble we can get ourselves into during my brief stay in HOLLYWOOD. If you have an idea, call me at the WESTWOOD MARQUIS before 11am (california time) 1 (310) 208-8765, oh yeah... I won't be getting there till about 9:30.

Hopefully this will be the fun I'm hoping it will be... Otherwise, well it'll be an expensive trip to visit Moriarty (of course this will give me a chance to read that damn script he's got!)