Category Archives: East Village

JOURNAL ENTRY – DECEMBER 30, 1978 – EAST VILLAGE

December 30, 2024 – 5:40 pm

Dallas trumphed over Atlanta and the Steelers bettered the Brocnos to set up the two teams playing in SuperBowl XIII, as the NFL uses Roman numeral to classy up the most profitable Battle of Brawn of 1979. Alice will return to New York after a long holiday in West Virginia. She telephoned last night with […]

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December 29, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 29, 2024 – 10:31 am

Disco was king on 1978 AM airwaves. Rock and roll came a distant second and punk barely scratched the airwaves. Everyone was into Disco. Donna Summer, a Dorchester native, struck platinum with MacArthur Park and Last Dance, Chic took over # 1 in December with Le Freak. The shout for Disco echoed across the country […]

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Journal Entry December 29, 1977

December 29, 2024 – 1:58 am

1977 is almost finished. I was sitting with Georg at One-Fifth. His teen queen had just walked out on him. He raised his glass and said, “Here’s to 1978.” We clinked glasses and he added, “We haven’t fucked up a single of day of 1978.” “Not yet, and it won’t take long.” After finishing our […]

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JOURNAL ENTRY – DECEMBER 28, 1978 – EAST VILLAGE

December 28, 2024 – 6:05 am

This evening I arrived at Hurrah and my friends and fiends from the security staff greeted me back to work; Anthony, the junkie, Grant Stitt, Jim Fouratt, Ideles and a score of acquaintances. Everyone was in the holiday mood. Less so me. Alice was still in West Virginia. Not everyone was my friend and an […]

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JOURNAL ENTRY DECEMBER 27, 1978 – EAST VILLAGE

December 27, 2024 – 5:52 pm

. The visit to my family in the Blue Hills had been comforting, but I hadn’t said a single word about Alice’s possible pregnancy. Not to my parents or sisters or brothers. At the dinner table I saw how proud my father was of his wife and family and I asked, if I would feel […]

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