In the wake of my post yesterday about the very sorry state of the old marquee of Webster Hall or, as I more commonly refer to it, the Ritz, I had someone shoot me a nasty note, presumably based solely on the title of my post, As the Ritz Rotz. Evidently, they thought it was a bit disrespectful of me to be making light of the situation, seemingly oblivious to the unwieldy amount of bandwidth I’ve devoted to eulogizing the place here over the past twelve years. You can find a tidy list of some of the better posts about same at the bottom of this entry, if you’re curious.
In any case, despite that reader’s misunderstanding of my feelings about the old Ritz (there are precious few physical locations on the earth I hold more sacred, as if that wasn’t obvious), here is yet another trek down memory lane.
I wasn’t actually at this gig, sadly, but I do still have the flyer, which I dug out of my front hall closet. Here is the mighty Black Flag in 1982, gracing the expansive stage of the Ritz in the Fall of 1982. This would have been the time to see them, actually -- with Chuck Biscuits on drums, no less. I would have been about 14 years old at the time, strangely enough. There’s some tiny text at the bottom that says tickets were able to be procured at Fiorucci and Bleecker Bob’s. Imagine buying Black Flag tix at Fiorucci? I miss that world.
Anyway, enjoy. If you want to hear the whole show, meanwhile, click here.
Long Live the Ritz.