hilly kristal, r.i.p.

i can't believe that hilly kristal died. i remember when i first came to new york, and i was a budding journalist-in-training at the nyu paper. they assigned steph and me to a story on "how punk is dead." we hit the streets of new york and asked various people on the street what their thoughts on the issue were. eventually somehow, we wandered into cbgbs. we thought, this is the perfect place to find the answer.

the venue was as smelly and dirty as ever, and hilly kristal was sitting up front just like in the photo above. we asked him about whether he thought punk was dead and got into an entire discussion about the history of cbgbs. i think we were there for well over an hour listening to his amazing stories. i don't know why he talked to us, but he did. i need to find that cassette interview. it's somewhere in my pile of dead interview tapes.

one day i will resurrect all my funny interviews for all to hear. don't you love technology?