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Tambourine Man: Gene Clark/No Other Memoir Project 1

Drew Hubner

I asked Dylan once, Did you make Gene Clark famous? And he said, No, Gene Clark made me famous. -Bobby Neuwirth On the night of January 16, 1991, Gene Clark and the four other original Byrds got together one last time to...

Chapter 90 – Through the Valley of the Nest of Spiders

Samuel R. Delaney

Note: Inadvertently, Chapter [90] was left out of the printed version of the new novel by Samuel R. Delany, Through the Valley of the Nest of Spiders. Insert it on Page 956. What is now numbered Chapter [90] becomes [91]; [9...

Tenth Between Fear & Trembling

Max Blagg

We lived one floor up from a woodworking shop from which the tools had long since been stolen. It was on East Tenth Street, way over almost to the river, a view of the smokestacks of Con Edison’s 14th Street plant painted ...

Mt. Eden 1978-82

Drew Hubner

It started in a pool hall. Juan Colon had a girl friend, and so did the cop, Jimmy O’Donnelly. The problem was it was the same girl. Usually a policeman is issued whatever number comes up, but special requests can be made....

Love

Mike DeCapite

I went to St. Louis and stayed with Ted and Kit for the weekend. They’d been there a couple of years, I guess. Ted had bottomed out in Brooklyn and they’d moved home to St. Louis for him to get straightened out. Their...

when the lights go out in Mojácar

Wanda Phipps

someone said “everyone who has power is smiling” or was it “everyone who has electricity is smiling or “everyone smiling has electricity” definitely not “everyone smiling has powerful electricity” or “eve...

Freeman Alley

Drew Hubner

An excerpt from East of Bowery by Drew Hubner and Ted Barron Buy it on Amazon - $15.95 Also available in Kindle format - $9.95 The next morning I was awakened before dawn when a squad of SWAT cops in vests stepped into ...

Ted Barron – Photographs

Ted Barron

A thief of the imagination, Ted Barron takes the photographs that we have in our heads. He came to NYC from St. Louis, a teenage East Village Tom Sawyer with a movie already lived that he made up in his head and began c...

Mercury

Craig Clevenger

Lyle let his engine rattle for a ten count before he killed the ignition and stepped out. The snuffed porch light and the blanket nailed across the apartment window served as warning that he had best signal his arrival, that...

Maupin Row

Ron Kolm

We were totally unprepared for the winter of 1968; it was bleak and cold, and it seemed to last forever. My wife and I were from the North -- Reading, Pennsylvania -- and we had joined a government program to help organize ...

Balloons, Beads

John Farris

“What you gonna be when you blow up? I bet you gonna be a balloon…kee kee kee!” That was Willie T’s salutation these days -- delivered with an eye-rolling guffaw registering satisfaction with his cho...