It was in the latter part of the magical summer of 1980. I was driving my taxi, and for the first time, I asked my opera singer girlfriend, Julia Madison, if she would like to go out with me for a few hours while I worked. Julia said she would love to go out driving with me. I never did this before because it was against regulations, and if I got caught, I would most likely lose my hack license.
We were driving around the Upper East Side of Manhattan in my taxi, and a man put his hand up to flag me down, so I stopped to pick him up. I didn’t recognize him right away. I asked him where he wanted to go. He told me the Mudd Club at 77 White Street, in the Tribeca area (originally written as TriBeCa, it’s a neighborhood in Lower Manhattan and is a syllabic abbreviation of Triangle Below Canal Street). The Mudd Club was the top punk rock, avant-garde nightclub in Manhattan, and there was always a large crowd looking to get past the doorman. I got to know the two doormen, Richard and Janeiro, and frequented the Mudd Club often.
My passenger was friendly and intrigued by my girlfriend Julia riding along as my copilot. So I told him this was the first time I drove with a copilot because it was illegal. We started to make small talk, and I said the Mudd Club is my favorite club to hang out at.
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