Yeah, Robin Byrd. As a lifelong New Yorker, I have to tell you that her show was crazy must-see viewing during the time it was live. You're seeing an edited, bastardized version that's been running on a repeat loop since about the mid to late '90s. At Robin's peak, in the late 80s, early 90s, you could see all the porn-star talent and street hookers working the Eighth Avenue live sex shows and peep booths. The girls--and truly disgusting male talent of all varieties--would show up on their set breaks--drunk, on smack, coked-up, etc. Then you could race over there and see them live if you wanted. Those were the days. (Not really...)

I talked to her at AEE in 2006. I thought it would be a great idea to get those things on dvd, but then realized that you'd have to get rights to all the live music--stuff a whore often brought in and played on her own boom box. Heather Hunter was on that show constantly.

I always thought it was better than Goldstein's shit by far. He used to bitch and complain about answering machines and deli service. Byrd was great get-home-from-the-bar-at-4 a.m.-and-pass-out-face-first-in-your-food viewing.