Remember when Chaim Witz was cool? Wait, let me rephrase that-remember when Chaim Witz was the coolest mofo on the planet? He, replete with demonic hegemony, the appointed leader of the Kiss army. That dirty mouth, double entendre intended, that spewed both bloody caplets and fire and yet was still outdone by its elongated tongue. The demon face boots, insidious and stylish all at once. And if all that were not enough he morphed into a marketing guru who singlehandedly changed the union of musician and businessman. If ever someone encapsulated what it meant to be a rock star it was him, Mr. Witz, from the motherland of Israel to the ignoble streets of NYC. Elementary school teacher turned makeup wearing demon rocker.
