I was making the rounds and read writermama's most recent post (see link to writermama in the column to the right). Check it out.
It's an interview with some local downtown friends of hers who chatted a bit about life and style back in the late 70's/early 80's when the big apple was a lot grittier.
For me - nightlife began in 1980. Going to Danceteria, the New Peppermint Lounge, CBGB's. Having wide streaks of purple running through my thick dark hair. Army boots, Doc Martens, heavy black eyeliner, used tweed coats with big black guy belts. Impromptu huge parties in warehouses downtown. Wearing about fifty black rubber and silver bracelets on each wrist. The music, the nightlife and the fashion felt so sloppy, beautiful, interesting and alive.
The feeling that anything goes. What the hell feels better than that? I can't see that here anymore ... that feeling is the key to paradise. There isn't a day I didn't cherish it.
A good friend gave me sage advice. She said, "You didn't lose anything. You are your own East Village."
God knows I'm tryin'. Sometimes I just feel like the Cross Bronx Expressway.
2 comments:
so glad that post incited your own 1980 NYC nightlife memory! unfortunately for me, in 1980 i was 15 and stuck in Yuma, AZ dancing to Boston's "More Than a Feeling" in maroon platform shoes (of modest height) at Mormon church dances.
The peppermint lounge. I forgot about that one!
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