Gene Simmons roared on stage—but his fire was lit by a whisper: his mother’s song, stolen and reclaimed.
1958, New York City. Every evening, nine-year-old Chaim waited for his mother at the gate of the textile factory. She would always hum quietly to herself while working her double …
Gene Simmons roared on stage—but his fire was lit by a whisper: his mother’s song, stolen and reclaimed. Read More