About the Book
"Oh, The Mudd Club! I may be older and wiser, but how I miss those nights on the dance floor and in the bathrooms. And the music! There was no other place like it on earth." -- Chris Frantz / Talking Heads & Tom Tom Club
The legendary Mudd Club. You probably couldn't get in.
Jean-Michel Basquiat and Jeff Koons partied with David Byrne and Lydia Lunch.
Uptown cognoscenti flirted with the children of the outer boroughs as they
brought the Wild Style to the City.
The downtown New York scene was more than punk, it was a mad
brilliant chaos of cheap rent and experimental art. The Mudd Club was its
nexus, the place that birthed the Eighties. Keith Haring claimed membership, while Andy Warhol was only a guest.
Debbie Harry learned to rap from Fab Five Freddy while Klaus Nomi
practiced arias and served home-cooked pastries.
The decadence lasted from 1979 to 1983 but artist
Richard Boch was there for every single moment. As the doorman of the legendary
Mudd Club he saw everything and remembers it all: "Standing outside, staring at
the crowd, it was 'out there' versus 'in here, ' and I was on the inside. The
Mudd Club was filled with the famous and soon-to-be famous, along with an
eclectic core of Mudd regulars who gave the place its identity. No Wave and
Post-Punk artists, musicians, filmmakers, and writers living in a nighttime
world on the cusp of two decades. There was nothing else like it? I met
everyone, and the job quickly defined me. I thought I could handle it, and for
a while, I did. "
