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MAYBE TOMORROW Chapter 5 by Peter Nolan Smith

March 26, 2022 – 3:43 am

Nightlife on Bleecker Street panned out after the Village Vanguard. Sean gazed out the taxi’s window at the forlorn sidewalk grilled yellow by cruel chrome streetlights. This was how New York looked unprotected by the eyes of love and he turned to Johnny. “Are we there yet?” “Almost.” Johnny slapped on the plastic divider. “Stop […]

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WALK LIKE A WOMAN by Peter Nolan Smith

June 13, 2021 – 7:54 am

Billy Wilder’s SOME LIKE IT HOT was a funny movie about two musicians hiding from the Mob in an all-women band and I didn’t think much about men dressing as women, until my next-door neighbor asked in his basement, “Who you think is prettier? Jack Lemmon or Tony Curtis?” “Neither.” The year was 1964 and […]

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KLAUS NOMI LIGHTNING

March 10, 2020 – 1:36 am

A blizzard struck Manhattan on February 4, 1978. The snowstorm closed the city within the first hours. The streets became impassable for cars soon afterwards, as 100 mph winds buried the sidewalks under 5-foot drifts. My hillbilly girlfriend and I were trapped in our East Village apartment for days. The gas stove’s four burners prevented […]

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Dead Boys Who?

November 2, 2019 – 7:33 pm

This Halloween weekend I traveled to Cleveland for my nephew’s wedding. I arrived on Friday afternoon and left Sunday at noon. I asked scores of Cleveland natives if they had ever heard of The Dead Boys, the fiery rebellious punk band from the shores of Lake Eire. “Sonic Reducer.” The song is considered a punk […]

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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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