Fun story: My brother is the biggest KISS fan I personally know (well, he's 6'9" and 320 lbs, so he's the biggest ANYTHING I know, lol), and has been for years and years and years.
When they had their first Farewell (Reunion?) tour in the 90s, when they were wearing their paint and costumes again for the first time in forever, with the original band, he was ecstatic. He decided to go see them live.
He took our parents with him. My 50-something parents who listened to country music and the Beach Boys. When he told me his plan, I lol'd hard.
They had the time of their fucking lives.
Ted Nugent opened up, complete with loincloth and a flaming arrow shot into an exploding guitar. And then of course, KISS put on a great show, with loud music, fire, blood, the whole nine yards.
I wish I had gotten to go to that with them. But I'm glad that they were able to experience that.