Richard Hell

Some club in New York. I forget who was even playing. The Feelies? Really don't know. Richard Hell was there to listen, not to play. He was rolling a joint and offered some to me. I couldn't say no. I wish I had. That stuff was so strong, I barely made it home. And, as already noted, I remember next to nothing about the night. I wish he had been playing with the Voidoids. That I would have remembered.