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We would play video games until a reasonable hour in the night, go to sleep and wake up early.Ī New York sunrise is something amazing. During the summer I used to go to my cousin’s place in Greenwich Village.
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Whenever I go to New York, especially downtown Manhattan, I am just fascinated by it. Wow, I am just amazed how much history exists in this place. ~ image copyright © Allan Tannenbaum.īob Marley flings his dreadlocks during a performance at Madison Square Garden in 1978. The Talking Heads perform at the lower Manhattan Ocean Club in Tribeca in 1977. Joe Strummer, Mick Jones and Paul Simenon performing at The Palladium in New york in 1979. Joe Strummer of The Clash getting into a taxi at the airport in New York, 1981. The Ramones performing at CBGB’s in NYC, 1977. Sid was arrested for the murder of Nancy Spungen, allegedly stabbing her to death in their cluttered, filthy Chelsea Hotel apartment. The body of Nancy Spungen, girlfriend of Sex Pistols bassist Sid Vicious, is carried from the Chelsea Hotel, 1978. (Rt.) ~ image copyright © Allan Tannenbaum (Lt.), Punk Sex Girls on the back steps of CBGB, 1977. Times Square Hooker waiting on the street. ~ image copyright © Allan TannenbaumĪvailable stores in Tribeca. ~ image copyright © Allan TannenbaumĪ member of the Chingalings Motorcycle Club pushes another biker at the entrance to their rent-free city-owned clubhouse in the South Bronx. The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center loom over undeveloped Tribeca, with the almost finished Independence Plaza in the center. Terence Galagher tends the Bellevue Hospital Mortuary. Tribeca pioneers walking their dogs on Harrison Street. Transit Authority K-9 Police use German Shepherds on the subway to deter crime. The Daily News headline said it all: “Ford to City – Drop Dead.” When the proud City of New York had to beg the Federal Government for a financial bail-out, the President said no. The parks were in decay, with litter and bare lawns, and it was home to muggers and rapists. Random killings by the “Son of Sam” made New Yorkers even more fearful. Crime was rampant, and the police were powerless to stop it. Pimps, hookers, and drug dealers owned the night there. Times Square, the crossroads of the world, was seedy and sleazy. Political corruption, sloppy accounting, and the cost of the war were killing the city. It seemed as if the entire infrastructure was in decay. The subways were covered everywhere with ugly graffiti and they were unreliable. Conditions in Harlem and Bed-Stuy were horrendous, with abandoned buildings and widespread poverty. economy, and brought the misery of long lines to buy gasoline. The Arab Oil Embargo of 1973 delivered another blow to the U.S. Economically, stagnation coupled with inflation created a sense of malaise. Nixon and the Watergate scandal created even more resentment, cynicism, and skepticism. The 1960s were not yet over, and war still raged in Viet Nam, fueling resentment against the government. New York in the 70s: A Remembrance February 2004ĭirty, dangerous, and destitute. Long-abandoned Pier 48 being used by gay men as a rendezvous for casual sex. It’s hard to imagine… Oh, and there was also some hellacious parties happening as well– and the music scene was incredible. But man, these pics and words by Allan Tannenbaum make it vividly clear what NYC was truly like back then– probably just what Jaybird was talking about. I just couldn’t get my arms around what he was talking about– it felt so far-removed and long ago. Maybe he was over-stating it a bit, or maybe I just couldn’t fathom– I’ve never felt unsafe in the city. It was nasty, man.” A chort was about all I could muster-up as a response. More than a few years back, I was walking up 40th past Bryant Park with my boss at the time, Jay, and he said– “You wouldn’t even recognize this place back in the ’70s… you’d have been tripping over hypodermic needles, and fighting off the hookers back then.