Tag Archives: 1980s

Old Faces

This photo from a 42nd Street porno parlor dates back to the early 80s. For some reason the older man looks familiar, as if he might have been involved in the nightclub business. No one I asked knew his name mostly because they didn’t recognize him. Then again not everyone toured the XXX shops of […]

# 17 by Peter Nolan Smith

One wintry December night in 1976 I stumbled home from a derelict bar at the corner of the Bowery and Houston. The icy wind slashed through my thin clothing and I was about to hail a taxi to my SRO tenement on 11th Street, when the thump of a frantic bass emanated from a white […]

SKIN COLD AS ICE by Peter Nolan Smith

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

IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 5 by Peter Nolan Smith

When a French worker says, “A month.” he usually meant six weeks, so I arrived at Rue Faux, expecting no change after a two week absence. I was pleasantly surprised to see a new wall, the entrance restored to its gaudy glory, liquor bottles over the bar, and the dance floor shining from a new […]

A La Porte De Le Balajo

In the mid-80s DJs Albert Grintuch and his partner Serge Duprat took over the Bastille nightclub, Le Balajo. Once a week our crowd of rockers filled the large dancehall.I worked the door with Jacques Negrit as security. The barmen and waitresses were the same surly staff as the other nights of the week featuring accordion […]