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FIGHTING FOR WHAT by Peter Nolan Smith

June 1, 2013 – 11:37 am

The CBGB’s bathroom had many uses for punks. The traditional release of body waste was post-scripted . by spray-painting or magic-markering a band’s name atop the thousands of previous honorees of the toilet’s hall of fame and while the inhalation of cocaine or heroin in the stalls was more popular than shooting up dope or [...]

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This Is Punk

May 9, 2013 – 8:19 pm

Richard Hell “I decided I wanted out because it was killing me, and I couldn’t see where to go with it that wouldn’t be fatal.” I’m glad Richard Hell survived the years. THE TROUBLE If this were everything I wanted it to be It still wouldn’t be what I want it to be.

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Punk Is In

May 9, 2013 – 7:13 pm

This Spring New York City is going retro-Ramones thanks to a Metropolitan Museum exhibition featuring Punk Fashion. In 1975 the only stores to buy punk clothing were Trash n Vaudeville and Manic Panic run by Sick Fucks’ Snooky and Tish. Manic Panic closed years ago, however Trash n Vaudeville on St. Marks Place remains the [...]

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MAYBE TOMORROW – CHAPTER 1 by Peter Nolan Smith

May 6, 2013 – 6:12 pm

MAYBE TOMORROW – A novel by Peter Nolan Smith Chapter 1 The November sun setting flashed a feeble ray off a West Village window and the wavering reflection stalked the Christopher Street pier to a lone youth tuning a battered guitar. The blonde twenty year-old appeared unaware of the approaching glow, then he broke into [...]

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You Can’t Put Your Arm Around A Memory

November 24, 2012 – 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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