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MAIS OU SONT PASSES LES GAZELLES Lizzy Mercier Descloux

May 15, 2020 – 8:59 pm

Lizzie Mercier Descloux pioneered world music with her 1984 “Mais oů Sont Passées les Gazelles ?” (‘But where have the gazelles gone?’) base on her travels in Soweto. The punkette was a good friend and we miss her always. To hear MAIS OU SONT PASSES LES GAZELLES please go to the following URL

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LOVE YOU LONG TIME – CHAPTER 1 by Peter Nolan Smith

May 11, 2020 – 11:20 am

In the summer of 1986 I shared my bed with a raven-haired flamenco dancer from Madrid. In late August Elana’s boyfriend called from New England in late August. She left for Gloucester the next day. My elderly Puerto Rican neighbor cursed me in Spanish. The Honduran super translated Mrs. Adorno’s words to inform me that […]

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Johnny Romero PR Parisian

March 5, 2020 – 3:59 pm

In 1985 Johnny Romero owned les Nuages, a St. Germain nightclub frequented by James Baldwin and James Jones. I was living with his daughter, Candida. She was 17 and I was was 32. He said nothing about our age difference, but after hearing that I lived on the Lower East Side, Johnny asked, “Are there […]

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SKIN COLD AS ICE by Peter Nolan Smith

January 6, 2020 – 10:04 am

When Lou Reed had died seven years ago, a friend had called to ask, if I had known the singer. I had said, “No.” El-Roy was a pussy hound and asked if I thought Nico was a good fuck. “I don’t know,” I rhad eplied and hung up thinking one thing. The Velvet Underground’s singer […]

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You Can’t Put Your Arm Around A Memory

October 25, 2019 – 7:02 pm

In May 1984 I ran into Johnny Thunders in Paris. He was playing at the Gibus club outside Republique. His manager was a German drug dealer. I owed Chris $200 for an 8-ball I had bought in 1982. It hadn’t been half-bad. “You have to pay me.” The German thought he was a tough guy. […]

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