These photos were taken on the Ritz, in the Ritz, at the Ritz...you get a glimpse from the rooftop of the collision of old and new downtown, circa 1982. I very much doubt any of the old buildings seen there remain. I hope I'm wrong. Drummer Felix Griffin went on to fame and maybe even fortune (who knows?) as the drummer of DRI. He didn't really need fortune as far as I could tell. Crotch Rot was the only punk band in Austin that had an official nanny to drive them around. Felix's family was hooked up, and his nanny used to chauffer them to gigs. He's probably in his late 30s by now, a little worse for wear after a good haul in rock'n'roll, but he remains firmly fixed in my head the way he was when I last saw him: a 14-year-old freckle-faced kid who used to light his farts at parties.

These negs are close to destroyed. Winter of '84, I think it was, we were out of town and the pipes froze and burst in the house. We came home and the house was flooded. The cats were not too happy about having to have lived on the bed for a week. The little lesbian girl who was supposed to be looking after the place had found new love or something and hadn't surfaced from a festive holiday muff diving binge. The negs got fucked in the flood, soaked in dirty water, probably frozen and then thawed. The emulsion from some ended up bonded to others.