McShane's twenty-first birthday party at my railroad apartment on Tenth Street. This was the only time the Desis were photographed when Byron was around.

There were so many places! Playing a show often involved carrying my large amp down four flights of steps and then rolling it in the street—the Vox Royal Guardsman was mounted in a tubular aluminum chassis with wheels—to a club two or three blocks distant. Getting it back up four flights of steps was a real drag, however.

The building next door was an old carpentry shop where a cat used to sit in the window, sometimes all day. Then the Fun Gallery opened and the cat was gone. In its place were Bronx graffiti artists and downtown guys like Keith Haring who were defining the East Village art scene of the 80s.

Urban Waste was one of the hardcore acts taking over the stage at A7. The copy gives a pretty accurate picture of what shows were like.

Sarah was introduced to us by my friend Eric of Salon Bonton; she was a charming and talented woman and her photos were probably lost when she died. When I go there will be stacks of negatives my wife and daughter will have to apportion or toss; the digital stuff (including this site) will disappear the first month I don't pay for my cloud storage.

...my sister Susan was getting married. She lives in Montana now and has celebrated multiple anniversaries.