Gene Simmons Opens Up About the Final Goodbye with Ace Frehley: “Maybe It Was Goodbye”

When the news broke that Ace Frehley, the electrifying original guitarist of KISS, had passed away, the world of rock fell silent. But for Gene Simmons, his longtime bandmate, brother-in-arms, and at times rival, that silence felt deeper — heavier — than words could ever describe.

For over fifty years, Gene and Ace had shared a story that could only have been written in the language of rock and rebellion: the rise, the glory, the excess, and the inevitable fractures that fame brings. But what Gene revealed after Ace’s death wasn’t about the spectacle or the success — it was about their final private encounter, a quiet moment that, in hindsight, might have been a farewell.

The Call That Changed Everything

It happened just a few months before Ace’s passing. Gene recalled that night vividly in an emotional interview:

“Ace called me out of nowhere. We hadn’t talked in a while. He said, ‘Let’s grab dinner — just you and me.’ He sounded calm, almost too calm. I didn’t think much of it then. Now, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

They met at a small, tucked-away restaurant in Los Angeles — no paparazzi, no record executives, just two old friends who had built one of the biggest rock bands in history sitting across from each other, like the world outside had finally gone quiet.

Gene said Ace seemed reflective that evening — less the wild “Spaceman” who once set stages on fire, and more like a man trying to make peace with his past.

“He was smiling, laughing, but his eyes were different,” Gene said softly. “They didn’t sparkle the way they used to. It felt like he was looking backward instead of forward.”

At one point, Ace raised his glass and said something that still echoes in Gene’s mind:

“You know, man, we did something no one thought we could. We made people believe.”

Gene smiled and nodded — not realizing that this might be the last real conversation they’d ever share.

When they parted ways that night, Ace hugged him longer than usual. “It was different,” Gene admitted. “He held on like he didn’t want to let go. Maybe he already knew.”

The Shock Heard Around the World

When Gene got the call that Ace was gone, time seemed to stop. For days, he couldn’t bring himself to speak publicly. The headlines spread fast — “Ace Frehley, Original KISS Guitarist, Dead at 74.” Fans poured out grief, posting tributes, sharing memories of his iconic solos and space-age persona.

But Gene stayed silent. He later explained, “I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to talk about Ace the legend. I wanted to talk about Ace my friend — the man who made me laugh, who drove me crazy, who helped me build something no one thought would last.”

When he finally broke his silence, his words came through tears:

“Maybe it was goodbye.”

That sentence — simple, trembling — carried years of friendship, conflict, forgiveness, and loss.

The Haunted Years

Gene revealed that in the months before his death, Ace had opened up to him about his struggles. Behind the jokes and his signature swagger, there were still shadows from his past — the addictions, the loneliness, the weight of being both loved and misunderstood.

“He told me he was tired,” Gene said. “Not of the music, but of everything that came with it — the pressure, the noise, the expectations. He said he missed when it was just about the songs.”

In the final years, Ace had become increasingly reclusive. He spent more time at home, avoiding interviews and declining invitations to public events. Close friends said he’d been quietly working on new music — possibly one last solo record — but no one knows if it was ever completed.

Gene admitted he’d noticed the distance but never imagined it would end like this. “I should’ve called more,” he said. “You always think there’s time until there isn’t.”

Remembering the Spaceman

At the memorial service held in New York, Gene took the stage not as the fire-breathing “Demon” of KISS, but as a grieving brother. His usual thunderous voice broke as he spoke.

“He changed the sound of KISS,” Gene said. “Without Ace, there is no KISS. He was chaos and genius all rolled into one. He made every song burn brighter.”

The room, filled with friends, musicians, and lifelong fans, fell silent. Candles flickered beside silver-and-black guitars — tributes to the man whose riffs had powered an era. Paul Stanley, visibly shaken, placed a white rose beside Ace’s signature Les Paul guitar, whispering a private goodbye.

Those who knew Ace best said he had been wrestling with personal demons, but he never lost his humor or his kindness. “He’d make you laugh even on the worst days,” one longtime roadie recalled. “He was unpredictable, sure, but he had a big heart.”

The Bond That Couldn’t Be Broken

Gene and Ace’s friendship was never easy. Over the years, they fought — publicly and privately — over music, money, and direction. Yet, despite the chaos, there was always love beneath the noise.

“People always said we were total opposites,” Gene reflected. “And they were right. But that’s why it worked. He had this childlike wonder about music. Every time he picked up a guitar, it was like the first time all over again.”

After Ace’s passing, Gene found himself revisiting that final dinner — the table, the half-empty glass, the quiet laughter. He’s been back several times since, sitting in the same spot, ordering Ace’s favorite drink: scotch on the rocks.

“Sometimes I swear I can still hear him laughing,” Gene said. “That crazy, infectious laugh. It’s like he never really left.”

Beyond the Face Paint

For fans, KISS was all about spectacle — the fire, the makeup, the roaring stadiums. But for Gene, what remains now is something far more personal. The friendship, the creative bond, the wild nights, and the quiet moments that no camera ever captured.

“People saw the masks, but under all that, we were just four guys trying to make something that would last,” Gene said. “Ace wasn’t perfect. None of us were. But he was real — and that’s what made him special.”

As the world continues to mourn, Gene hopes people remember Ace not just for his riffs or persona, but for the person behind the guitar. “He gave his life to the music,” Gene said. “Every note he played came straight from his heart.”

The Final Encore

In the weeks following his death, tributes to Ace have flooded stages across the world. At a recent show, Gene and Paul dimmed the lights and played a stripped-down version of “Shock Me,” one of Ace’s signature songs. As the final notes faded, Gene looked up toward the ceiling and whispered, “This one’s for you, brother.”

Later, in a quiet moment backstage, Gene shared what he believes was Ace’s final message to him — one that only makes sense now.

“He said, ‘Don’t cry when I’m gone, man. Just turn it up.’”

And so he has.

Gene Simmons still wears the armor of the Demon, still breathes fire for millions. But now, somewhere beneath that, there’s a note of softness — the echo of friendship, loss, and love that time can’t erase.

“Maybe it was goodbye,” Gene said one last time. “Or maybe it was just the last note of the song. Either way, I’ll keep playing it — for him.”

Because for Gene Simmons, and for millions of fans around the world, Ace Frehley will never truly be gone. He lives on in every guitar riff, every lyric shouted into the night, and every person who still believes that rock and roll, like friendship, never really dies.