The summer of 1977 was when I started buying albums in earnest. I’d gotten my first job — doing data entry on the giant computer at my dad’s office — and whenever I got a paycheck, I would hop on my 10-speed and ride to Tower Records to buy a couple of albums.
And on one those trips, I succumbed to the hype and bought Kiss’ Love Gun, because it was mandated by law in the mid-1970s that every teenage boy buy at least one Kiss album. And since Craig across the street had Alive! and my brother Joe had Destroyer, I went with Love Gun, which was . . . OK.
The other album I bought that day was and is an eternal classic 1970s live album: Foghat Live.