I first heard about CBGBs at a party in high school in Burnaby, BC. My friends were playing Talking Heads’ “Life During Wartime” and somehow I parsed the word CBGB’s, though it took decades to learn about the Mudd Club. I’m sure all native New Yorkers know that CBGB’s is the birthplace of punk, though the Brits might disagree. Historians say punk began in NYC between 1974 and 1976, and in the UK the movement coalesced around the Sex Pistols in 1976. Other claims abound. A bartender in London told me that punk started in Peru in the ’60s. But let’s go with NYC.

Hilly Kristal opened CBGBs in 1973. The awning said CBGB – OMFUG, which stood for Country Bluegrass Blues – and Other Music for Uplifting Gormandizers (music gluttons). Hilly gave everyone a chance, and the young bands that showed up spawned a creative movement of social protest and experimentation in music: punk, new wave, glam punk, and more. The Ramones played their first gig at CBGB’s, and Blondie, Talking Heads, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, New York Dolls, Television, and many other musical icons launched there too. It was a glorious time for music. Oh how I wish I’d been there!

Luckily for me, my Uncle Dwayne was a true gormandizer, and for Christmas 1978 he gave my sister and me 10 albums, including Eagles Their Greatest Hits, Blondie Parallel Lines, Fleetwood Mac Rumors, and The Runaways Queens of Noise. I was 13 years old and obsessively pored over every detail of Deborah Harry’s white dress and Candies shoes, while trying to understand the lyrics of “Heart of Glass,” which was a little beyond my ken.

Punk clothing is made of hard spiky materials cobbled together by low-budget punkanistas—leather, vinyl, PVC, zippers, studs, safety pins, slashed clothing, holes in jeans and stockings. In honor of CBGB’s role in unleashing a musical torrent on the world, I put together a punk outfit more inspired by The Ramones (zippered biker jackets) and Wendy O. Williams (black electrical tape) than Blondie. But when we went to do the shoot, we discovered a life-sized mural of the album cover for Parallel Lines, with names of songs and a Blondie concert ticket. Do I hear photo opp! Yes, and a strange realization of that 13 year old’s fantasies.

I never dreamed I’d be in New York one day doing a photoshoot in front of a mural of this album. At 13, I couldn’t possibly imagine what life would bring. Maybe at midlife the endless possibilities have narrowed a little, but I like to think the unknown still waits around the corner.

This article first appeared in The Village Sun.

Style Notes

• Black leather biker jacket with silver zippers. All Leather 99, 51 W. 8th Street.

• YRU black glitter 5″ platform high-tops. Trash and Vaudeville, 96 E. 7th Street.

• Slashed Lust by Teensy Weensy leatherette halter top with cut-out bra and silver studs. Fetishwear trade show, Vancouver.

• Zip It vinyl micromini skirt with front zipper and silver loops. Purple Passion, 211 W. 20th St.
• Tractor ball bearing pendant and choker of antique chrome links. Made by the author. Chrome choker from Pippin Vintage Jewelry, 112 W. 17th Street.
• Red garter belt and stockings. Pink Pussycat Boutique, 167 W. 4th St.