I visited the Apple in 1980 during spring break. Among the week’s diversions was our accidental discovery of the Bleecker Street Theatre. A double bill was playing that day – Catch 22 and MASH. Perfect faire for a day long rain in mid March. We ducked into the theatre and emerged a half a day later touched by the shared environment. To my narrow midwestern mind it was another slice of NYC experience to add to the shell gamers of Times Square, Max’s Kansas City, CBGB’s, some off Broadway in the form of Oh Calcutta!, an evenings entertainment with Johnny Thunders and strung out friends and 4am subway rides. But the Bleecker remains poignant amid the flurry.
I visited the Apple in 1980 during spring break. Among the week’s diversions was our accidental discovery of the Bleecker Street Theatre. A double bill was playing that day – Catch 22 and MASH. Perfect faire for a day long rain in mid March. We ducked into the theatre and emerged a half a day later touched by the shared environment. To my narrow midwestern mind it was another slice of NYC experience to add to the shell gamers of Times Square, Max’s Kansas City, CBGB’s, some off Broadway in the form of Oh Calcutta!, an evenings entertainment with Johnny Thunders and strung out friends and 4am subway rides. But the Bleecker remains poignant amid the flurry.