Do you mean music for the party? I think you do. Anything on Zee Records, Suicide, The Contortions/James White and the Blacks, The Lounge Lizzards, Early New Wave (Plastic Bertram, The Slits, Human League etc.) Anything Japanese. All the East Village Punk stuff (Talking Heads, Television, Patti smith, Richard Hell, Blondie etc.) But most of all "3 Teens Kill 4" is a must for any "Downtown '81" theme party.
Thanks to everyone who replied. Heroin...I used to work at a dive here in Cincinnati and I swear we should have just not had a door on the ladies room since it was taken off by the rescue squad every couple months. I haven't touched the stuff since like 1998 when I apparently went out at a friend's place. I woke up with wet pants and I freaked out, thinking I had pissed my knickers...but it was just where all the ice had melted when they were reviving me so...I'll pass on that party favor. Bobby, I think I'll pass on the cage for me anyway...unless I stumble across some volunteers Bobby, Daddy, and Hatches thank you so much for all the info/stories you are all so willing to share with me. I love you all
I used to sneak in there when I was 16. One night it was plaid shirt night..and we ended up at Tier 3 then the Nursery..black light and wax fruit on the bar. Speaking of Klaus Nomi..we made Kate Rigg try to sustain his look for her bbb11 ball shot.
The first time I went to the Mudd was in 1979 for the Dead Rock Stars party. Exhibit installaltions depicted various death scenes of rock stars and the real NYPD came in. I was upstairs having just met John Badum who was repping Anna Sui and I started asking the cops about the size of their sidearms. Somehow we were able to continue the party, walking through broken glass and other dangerous decorations. John Badum was my fast friend after that and knew everyone and everything that was happening. Also, one night, Steve Maas talked with me for an hour thinking I was Patti Astor! Wrong blonde but I just played along. Geoff Wickland curated a video show called "Men's Mudd Video" with Brian Eno and others and I snuck my video in under the name George. It was my first video 1981 called "The Media Is My Masseur" with audio recorded in the Rutledge Hotel at 30th and Lexington.
Dead Rock Stars!!!! You're killin' me! What a fun night. (I was the "Dead Elvis" in the Elvis shrine). And that was the first time I ever saw my future wife. But it couldn't have been 1979... I would have been much too young.
sorry...was it "white st. or lenard st. ? One of my mudd club memories is " falling off the front door landing when it was "iced up" and to this day i sware i broke a rib on that fall. saw some great PUNK shows there.
Hatches.... i have a demo tape of "3 teens kill 4" and i remember your shows ...why you guys didn't put out a record i don't know. The band was solid and the tunes were "catchie"! sorry... i know i could have come up with something better but at the moment ...i've been up for 25 hours without drugs. the eye lids r heavy. It's quite refreshing to see that we're all "middle aged" and nobody has grown up yet. I love you , i love you , i love you !
The Mudd Club was the first club, and the first date, I ever went to/on. 'romeo void' was the cover act, known for "I might like you better if we slept together - never say never"...gee, do you think this guy was giving me a sign?
i think it was a girl singing but i could be wrong. it could have been "gasp" a guy !
daddy..... i stand corrected and what was the record label btw ... can it still be "bought" at bleeker bobs or carmine st records ? if they're still there that is ?
Found this article about the early 80's in NY by Gary Indiana ( don't say that name three times) and his mention of Johnny and Chi Chi.
quote" ...Many artists made no tangible objects but did things that really were art at the time, like Johnny Dynell and Chi Chi Valenti, who kept dull people out of the Mudd Club. (Ann Magnuson and a cohort of appealing freaks turned Club 57 into a breezy retort to the Mudd Club’s manic-depressive door policy.) Those of us who always got in considered them the ne plus ultra of discerning crowd control and infallible fashion sense—Chi Chi’s S.S. uniform made a statement so convolutedly funny and menacing it should’ve been bought by the Met years ago. Keith Haring used to have shows at the Mudd Club, before Tony Shafrazi gave him his first Soho exhibit. My memories of the place are mostly before midnight (if you can remember what happened at the Mudd Club after two in the morning, you were never there), but Johnny and Chi Chi are still making waves in the better precincts of nightland.