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September 29, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

The Red Sox are a game out of first with six games to go. Few people in our scene care about sports, although Guadalcanal is a die-heard Yankees fan. They suck this year. Last night I went to party with Grant at Stan’s and ran into Vickie, a skinny blonde with a stutter. I have […]

AUGUST 11, 1978- JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE II

This morning I woke twenty-one cents in my pocket and my heads hurting from too much alcohol. I thought I had a couple of dollars more. There was nothing. We only have eggs, bread, and butter in the refrigerator. Alice cries about our poverty. “I don’t know what I am doing here.” You’re working and […]

BELMONT FIX by Peter Nolan Smith

Back in the late-70s I bet the horses with a friend from CBGBs. Bill Yusk came from Kentucky to study philosophy at NYU, but the long-haired scholar spent the autumn racing season at OTB and Aqueduct instead of attending classes on Kant and Marx. One afternoon he came over to my railroad apartment with the […]

Journal Entry – January 1, 1978

Death to 1977 Onto a year of 78 RPM. It’s snowing and I’m watching the Broncos beat the Raiders. 20-17. Last night at 27th Street was weird. I hit on Alta. We made up and dry-humped in a dark corner. She begged off fucking. I accepted her no, got drunk, puked outside, and sobered up […]

Kenny Rodgers RIP

In 1976 there were two C&W 45s on punk-dominated CBGB’s jukebox. JOLEEN and Kenny’s RUBY. We played them at the end of the night along with Elvis Costello’s ALLISON because the bartender sharing that name thought it was written about her. RIP Kenny. I loved you always. To view RUBY, please go to the following […]