I remember one Sunday night—which was usually gay night—I get this phone call from downstairs: ‘Some guy David is asking for you. He has long hair and says he’s in a band called Van Halen?’ Oh my God. That’s David Lee Roth. He comes upstairs going, ‘Dude, why wouldn’t they let me in?’ I’m like, ‘It’s gay night, man. They don’t listen to your music. They don’t know who you are.’?
—Mark Frieser, the 1980s doorman at Limelight, recalling an experience with Roth