Coming here from London back in 1973 was one of the most beautiful experiences I can remember. Electric. Cosmopolitan. Energetic. There was groundbreaking going on in the arts. The old world was meeting the new, head on. Just look at the acts in the ads we found. Some would go on to be superbands. Others, never heard of north of 23rd street. Some were icons of decades past and others brand, dirty new. I just read a few chapters of an autobiography of a musician heavily involved with the East Village scene at that time and it brought it all home. The crazy thing is, I was walking in the village the other day and it felt the same as it did back then! A little cleaner maybe, but still the same wash of humanity that knows no boundaries. Where you can't feel out of place, no matter how weird you are. Home.
Sunday December 22, 2013