Club 57 was a great venue under a Polish Church on St. Marks Place. My persona non grata status came from deserting my hillbilly girlfriend who founded the avant-garde joint. She is still a friend, although for a long time, my name was an anathema.
Here’s my bio from Club 57.
Peter Nolan Smith is an underground punk legend of the 1970s East Village. I remember Peter more as a writer. I listened to some of his incredible readings at Club 57. For most people he was always a man of mystery. This is all I could dig up on him: He spent many years as a nightclub owner and doorman in New York, Paris, London, and Hamburg. More recently he has worked in the international diamond trade and the film industry. He is a constant traveler and has lived for long periods of time in Tibet and the Far East; although recent rumors have him located in Palm Beach or maybe Thailand.
I left the hillbilly for a blonde from Buffalo.
We’ve never spoken and I forget her face.
Not her body.
Or smell.
Those senses are stronger than vision.
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