One night in 1992 (?) I had just closed the Pyramid and was walking up Avenue A and there I ran into Antony, Eve and Johanna Constantine coming towards me. They told me their night at Crowbar, called "Blacklips" had been completely empty and they offered me the doorprizes that nobody claimed--two shrink-wrapped salamis. (I later gave these same fab luncheon items to Tom Bruno, the great jazz drummer who lived downstairs from me. I am sure he ate them.) Needless to say, I could just "smell" an artistically (if not financially) successful night in the making. And managed to convince then to start doing the night at the Pyramid. And so, Blacklips was (re)born. The rest is herstory.