Monthly Archives: July 2017

JOCKO WEYLAND “Vagabond” Opening

July 13, 2017 – 12:47 am

JOCKO WEYLAND “Vagabond” July 13 – August 18, 2017 opening: Thursday, July 13th, 6-8pm Metal and leaves, concrete and plastic, trees and trains, scrap heaps and decaying drive-ins, parking lots and telephone wires, luminescent polluted water and cranes, bridges, overgrown tennis courts, and public housing in the distance, Everything is something as the most ordinary […]

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Good Girl Trixie Treat Bad Girl

July 12, 2017 – 10:44 am

Boys and girls in trouble gravitated to CBGBs in the 1970s. No one had to be good and bad was a virtue. Few were more trouble than Trixie Treat. Like most of us she was her own worst enemy. I didn’t know her, but she handled personal mayhem with great dispatch. Sadly not much has […]

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Five Things I Love About America

July 4, 2017 – 1:15 pm

I was born in the USA. Bruce Springsteen sings the line in his hit BORN IN THE USA about fifty times. The Thai go-go girls at Tahitian Queen 1 dance to that song every day. None of them join in the chorus, but the ex-pats on the bar stools chant every word of the refrain […]

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Brian Saltern RIP

July 3, 2017 – 8:27 pm

Brian and I met at the Jefferson Theater where I was doorman at the Weinstein’s fabulous after-hours extravaganza in 1980. We remained friends through the years. He let me in where he worked and I did the same. He was a gentleman on every occasion. Sadly he has left this mortal coil at the tender […]

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JETS OVERHEAD by Peter Nolan Smith

July 3, 2017 – 7:36 pm

Falmouth Foresides was a quiet neighborhood in the 50s. Ships blew their horns leaving Portland Harbor and channel buoys tolled out their passing wake. At night I listened to the Celtics game on a small transistor radio from Japan. I set the volume to almost silence. My older brother was a light sleeper. My mother […]

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