Ah, the 1980s - I remember it well! The East Village was cool, the clubs were cheap, the beer was cheaper, heroin was freely available on bombed-out streets and a guy served folks in Tompkins Square Park soup he’d made with his murdered roommate’s body. Walking home at night was always an adventure!
I wish I hadn’t googled the soup part😬
sorry!!!
But the hair was big!
I can confirm. Gel, mousse and strategic use of a hairdryer, and my hair wasn’t far from this:
Oh I remember seeing architectural masterpieces in high school.
magnificent
I left the East Village years ago, but I still have big hair and many, many black clothes.
🔥🔥🔥
And don’t forget the fun of grad school! 🫤
Daniel Rakowitz! I shot video of him at a Tompkins Square Wigstock, the year before he became a murderer. He was hanging out with a live chicken. Also got footage of John Epperson as he was about to debut Lypsinka. Wish I still had that (Betamax) tape.
holy shit
ah, memories!
I knew a bartender at 7B named Kiel who was almost driven insane by hearing the command “Kiel! A Rock!” A thousand times night
Arto Lindsay, Fred Frith, Bill Laswell, Bill Frisell, and They Might Be Giants all had equipment stolen when they played 8 BC.
Also hung with Caspar Brotzmann around Ludlow Street when he was bunking there in the early 90s.
8 BC, baby!
I'm horrified that this ridiculous pseudo nostalgia is obviously focused on my hometown of Portland, OR. Graduated high school in 84. Paranoid park was paranoid for a reason
Yeah and the soup guy had good mixtapes
THE CLUBS! I remember CBLCGLBHGBHRGH and Max's Kmssndghv Cggihtbgy well.
I complained to the soup guy that he forgot my bread. Guess I got off lucky.