

I had trouble getting into it at first. Footage was sliced with contemporary interviews, and because the original show was so chaotic and low tech it was hard to adjust. But once I was in the right place I loved it. I wish you could watch full episodes, or at least longer sections than they showed.
Also, I felt cool because I knew a few people in it. I used to work for a rock and roll biographer who was a frequent guest (or, partier), and a friend of a friend was one of the regulars.
That was the scene I've always regretted missing.
Oh, and Debbie Harry was so, so, so fucking beautiful.
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