New York Story #2
"Washington Square was a place where people you knew or met congregated every Sunday, and it was like a world of music... bongo drums, conga drums, saxophone players, xylophone players, drummers of all nations and nationalities, poets who would rant and rave from the statues. You know, those things don't happen any more, but back then, that was what was happening. It was all street. . ."
---Bob Dylan; quoted in Maps and Legends: Positively Fourth Street
From the day I was born, my father was forever taking pictures of me and the city. The photo you see here was taken in August 1957--a month after my birth--in the heart of Manhattan's Greenwich Village, at the fountain in Washington Square Park.
Although my mom was born and bred in Manhattan--she grew up on the Lower East Side, which at the time was home to countless poor and struggling immigrants packed into tenements--my dad was born in Arkansas and came to the city in the 50s. I can only imagine what a culture shock it must have been for him.
Greenwich Village is on the West side of downtown Manhattan. Its layout is unique to the city, with narrow winding streets that diverge from the rest of the Manhattan's orderly grid. For well over a century (or two) , Greenwich Village was a haven for avant garde artists, writers, musicians, and bohemians of all stripes. It thrived for generations as an apex for progressive, alternative culture and political rebellion. Early feminists, socialists, intellectuals, beat poets, folk and jazz musicians, hippies, and gay rights activists all found a home in Greenwich Village. It is here that the Beats of the 50s and 60s hung out in the coffeehouses and held poetry readings, and where Lenny Bruce got arrested for obscenity at the Cafe Au Go Go. The Village atmosphere suffused the writings of such notables as Allan Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, and Jack Keroac in the 50s, as well as generations of writers before them. At the Cedar Tavern, on 8th Street, some of the great abstract expressionists of the '50s such as Jackson Pollack, Willem de Kooning, and Mark Rothko hung out. In the 60s and 70s, countless performers, including Barbra Striesand, Joan Baez, Richard Pryor, Lenny Bruce, Bill Cosby, Paul Simon, Joni Mitchell, Maya Angelou, and Bette Midler got their start in the Village's nightclubs and coffeehouses.
At the time my dad took this picture, folk singers played in the Washington Square Park to hordes of like minded hipsters and beatniks. When Bob Dylan arrived in the city four years later, this is the the kind of scene he likely encountered at the park's fountain.
In the summer of '69, twelve years after this photo was taken, my b/f BG hitchhiked with a friend from Louisiana and arrived in the Village for the first time, with nothing but two rolls of dimes and his guitar. He was 18--a year younger than Dylan was when he arrived in 1961-- and the flower power/hippie summer of love was in full bloom. He hung out in the exact same spot where my dad had taken this picture of Washington Square Park. BG, too, was from another world--born in Oklahoma, though he'd also lived in Omaha and Louisiana--and the Village was like nothing he'd ever encountered before. Unlike my dad, who just took pictures of the Washington Square Park oddities, in the Village of the 60s BG dropped acid, consumed countless other drugs, and made love to hippie chicks.
Although the Village is no longer affordable to most struggling artists and bohemians, there are still plenty of jazz and comedy clubs, off Broadway theaters, bars, cafes, restaurants, coffeehouses, (tattoo parlors--lol), and other gems to visit. The Village Halloween parade, the largest Halloween event in the country, draws two million spectators.