I came back from San Francisco to New York in a rainy and cold January of 1980, and went to live with Brian Muni at 21 1^st Avenue, a location that I called Foist & Foist. Brian, whom I had met at Brown a few years before when he was playing folk tunes in a college bar, was living with four or five roommates in a suite of rooms there. Before long, I found my own apartment on 12^th Street.

 

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I first met Joey in 1981 by running an ad in the Village Voice for a drummer wanted for a tour in Spain. He called and came over and I liked his wry smile immediately. He had a mop of black hair and evident sincerity and kindness. At 22, he seemed quite professional, a real rock ’n’ roller from Bayside, Queens.

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