The Queen of Clubs
After Club 57 folded, the hangout became the Pyramid. It was a bar with a disco dance floor in the back. The decor was nothing short of fabulous, resembling a Louis the 14th Street boudoir. It was truly the queen of clubs with more queens on the bar than off. At one point, there were 3 floors bursting with activities at the same time. The basement level resembled a live sex act, the main floor had Sister Dimension deejaying, and the top floor was reserved for animal acts, complete with dancing poodles. It was here that I started performing Joey Heatherock. She was a wayward sex kitten blown in from the Betty Ford clinic. The Capricorn Dancers were my side kicks, always dropping me in the middle of some wacky dance routine. One night I was blowing kisses to the audience, I went to leave the stage but missed the stairs so I grabbed the silver mylar curtains and brought them down with me. THe following morning found me laying in the middle of Times Square in a ratty old fur coat, posing for a photo shoot. There I was armed with martinis, toasting the early morning rush hour commuters!