Category Archives: East Village

TWO SECONDS LEFT WITH THE BALL IN MY HANDS by Peter Nolan Smith

August 1, 2022 – 11:39 am

Every high tide deposited beer bottles, oil containers, fishing lines, shiny candy wrappers, and plastic bags onto the sloping shoreline of Jomtien Beach. At low tide I harvested the trash into sea-worn rice bags. Within a half-hour the sand was devoid of any human refuse and I smugly regarded the pristine strand with pride. While […]

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FURY FORGOTTEN by Peter Nolan Smith

July 28, 2022 – 12:51 pm

FURY FORGOTTEN by Peter Nolan Smith New York City has been bled of out-of-towners with a merciless fury. Jobs once abundant for aging emigres to Manhattan dries up, as your age passes 40. Successful friends move out of your pay bracket and your old work slow has been replaced by twenty year-olds willing to work […]

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WHY I MISS JUNKIES by Peter Nolan Smith

April 11, 2022 – 3:48 am

Most New Yorkers depend on air-conditioning during the summer heat waves, however AC always felt to me, as if a dirty old man from the Arctic was breathing down my neck and that dirty old man wasn’t Santa Claus. Truthfully after so many years in Southeast Asia I liked the heat and any temperature under […]

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First Night At CBGBs

March 25, 2022 – 4:29 am
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JANUARY 16, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

January 17, 2022 – 11:58 pm

Jim Fouratt hired our CBGBs gang to work at the New School registering students. He laughed upon seeing me, since he only like the way I had defended gays in the punk clubs. The music impresario leaned over and said, “None of these fools realize that as many people have graduated from the New School […]

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