Category Archives: East Village

JUNE 30, 1978 JOURNAL ENTRY

July 1, 2025 – 9:44 am

Half of 1978 ends today. It;’s 10:30 and Im ready for the new half-year. Tomorrow morning I depart my departure to Charleston, West Virginia where I will paint Alice’s father’s house. As a teenager I painted two houses in my neighborhood in the Blue Hills. Ten years ago. My parents’ and a neighbor’s split-level. All […]

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HUNG by Peter Nolan Smith

May 27, 2025 – 9:59 am

The Village in New York had always attracted a kaleidoscope of radical, deviant, and perverse characters considered abhorrent by mainstream America. The Reds of the 40s gave way to the beatniks of the 50s, who in turn evolved into the hippies of the 60s before surrendering the shattered counterculture ghetto to the junkies, artists, punks […]

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MAY 27, 1978 THE VILLAGE JOURNAL ENTRY

May 27, 2025 – 8:10 am

An incredible quadruple Gemini birthday party at Kim and Kyle Davis’ apartment on Bleecker Street. Sean Hausman, Eric Goode, and Kim had hung blue and white balloons overhead. They plastered xeroxed fotos of the four natal celebrants on the wall and illuminated the living room with a modulating blue lights. Punk and funk music. Beer […]

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May 1, 1978 – Journal Entry

May 1, 2025 – 2:04 am

None of us at CBGBs were hippies, but some of us liked ice hockey. Last night the New York Islanders were knocked out of the Stanley playoffs by the Toronto Maple Leafs. Tomorrow the semi-finals of the Stanley Cup begin with the Bruins versus the Flyers and the fucking Habs against the Maple Leafs. And […]

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ALMOST A DEAD MAN – CHAPTER 2

January 16, 2025 – 11:06 am

Howling sirens drove the panicked East Villagers into the Astor Place Subway. Most failed to pierce the scrum at the head of the stairs to the station and they raised their eyes to the speck falling to Earth. A white flash vaporized New York into the ionosphere. “DOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAA.” The subhuman scream ping-ponged up the canyon […]

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