Category Archives: East Village

December 29, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

January 23, 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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Snow Day In New York

January 18, 2024 – 5:37 pm

Winter used to be the season of cold. In 1978 a blizzard dropped three feet of snow on the Northeast. The suburbs were cut off from the cities by ten-foot drifts on the highways. I lived in the East Village. At night I clomped through the yellowing slush to CBGBs. Army boots and a leather […]

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Fame On The F Train

January 10, 2024 – 11:10 am

Yesterday afternoon my long journey from Sriracha, Thailand ended with the 747’s touchdown at JFK in New York. I hadn’t slept much on the flight and jetlag threatened to seize my body and soul, as I unpacked my bag at my Fort Greene apartment. Sleep crowded my vision, but the writer Bruce Benderson was celebrating […]

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December 22, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

January 4, 2024 – 9:45 am

Andy promised to call me this afternoon from Boston. I hoped to stay with instead of my parents in Milton. I waited by the SRO hall phone at the 11th Street SRO. Nothing. I walked over to the St. Marks Bookstore, browsing Peter Matthieson’s THE SNOW LEOPARD. I wished I was a plane to Kathmandu. […]

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December 20, 1978 – East Village – Journal

January 3, 2024 – 2:38 pm

My Christmas shopping is nearly complete, except for my brother Frank and sister Pammie, but accomplishing that should be easy thanks to a bet at OTB with Bill Yusk coming through. Wise Philip at Aqueduct. An unexpected boon thanks to a dream about the race. Like DH Lawrence’s The Unrealistic Dream Of A Horse Rider. […]

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