It was a rare and magical occurrance that happened far too briefly. I remember so many amazing people passing through there, people who we would never see at Jackie. And Antony Chase's films were so quietly beautiful, and Triskit on stage making drinks and serving them to the endless array of spirits and illusions that paraded through. And that amazingly beautiful black bouncer that worked the front door. He was the reason I spent so much time at the front door. And Daddy's vibrant "house" wafting through the air, I danced more at Grey Gardens than I ever did at Mother. There was nothing like it before and nothing since. I only wish I'd been taking pictures at the time. Though no photo could really capture the essence of the beauty that it was.