I took tens of thousands of punk, power pop, reggae, rockabilly, blues and regular rock pix, onstage, offstage, parties, streets, wherever during a four year period. Yeah, I also fucked Iggy Pop and three of the Clash road crew, but not all at once. Not to say that never happened. I lived the punk life: shot shows when the opening act and the headliners played twice a night (imagine seeing Blondie open for the Ramones twice a night for four nights -- that was our life) or parties or both every night and often during the day, shot speed, got pregnant in the upstairs backstage Whisky bathrom (thank god for legal abortions). I ran around taking photos cos I knew what we were doing was gonna change world culture cos I immersed myself in art books in college and knew what was going down. And knew this was the last time we could be wild and free, creative and crazy. We saw conservatives and Reagan around the corner. If nothing else, punk was political, intelligent and fun.

So don't tell me what it was like. I lived it and somehow managed to survive with my archive and mind intact. Feel so blessed to make it this far and in touch with so many from the past and those who followed to keep what we started after the Ramones showed us the way in August, 1976 -- which was the beginning of LA punk -- growing and going (and I don't mean Green Day). Yeah, I made a difference. I sent a lot of photos out into the world, and enough were published here and there to give evidence that our city of lost angels played a major part in all this. Ask the angels and look at the photos. ENJOY, contribute or go away.