Tag Archives: 1978

December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 18, 2023 – 7:46 pm

Alice left 256 early to catch a morning flight to West Virginia. We have lived at 256 East 10th since August. I carry her heavy blue bag down to the street corner. It’s not too cold and she wore a long green Mormon dress, a distressed purple sweater, and her favorite high-heeled boots. I want […]

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Dec 2, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry – Poem

December 13, 2023 – 2:43 pm

Disenfranchised By a dead society Detested by cult cliques Dedicated to false idols Death to their dishonor Not noble by birth. Not common by the desire They are not the avant garde Few speak of revolution. I want to fight alone. It’s a wasted fight. I don’t know what to fight for. Equality, justice, family, […]

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November 28, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 3, 2023 – 6:40 pm

Alice is busy with the play again. Two dates at Irving Plaza scheduled for December and I have been employed as the bouncer. That’s all I am good for thanks to my wicked smile and speedy fists. Alice’s only reason to be with me is as her protector, but never her pimp, although she denies […]

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CBGBs Pinball 1978 VDO

November 27, 2023 – 12:06 pm

Throughout the late 1970s I stood at the front of CBGBs for the Contortions, Damned, and the Voidoids. Afterwards I drank beer and play pinball at the back of the club. I was never friends with the big names. The bartenders were my friends, the doorman with the yellow construction helmet let me in for […]

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November 26, 1978 East Village – Journal Entry

November 27, 2023 – 10:47 am

I’m completely broke once more after two week’s without work. I suppose this depression about money will be my guiding light for the futre, but I can’t worry about the trivialities about which I can’t do anything. Somehow I have to find a job. THE HUDSON DOCKS NOVEMBER 1978 November night Derelict docks stretch along […]

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