The electricity and spontaneity! Everyone was making music or art and artists and craftsmen from all over the world were discovering and exploring each other’s cultures. I miss the real metal grunge of the old warehouses before they gentrified into celebrity penthouses. Punk, jazz, fine art: all co-existed and created a neighborhood that had a dynamic personality. Anything could happen!
Danger. Riding the subway at night as a female was risky. Muggings were common.
I moved to Honolulu to raise my bicultural children.
A bar called Changes owned by Princeton mathematician, Bob Bonic. He had a great venue for live music and intellectual discourse in an atmosphere that encouraged spontaneous playfulness. I was also at a loft party once where Bob Dylan, Darius Brubeck and Perry Robinson jammed “Under the Boardwalk.” That was what it was like in SoHo in the 70s.I
I made a living posing for painters and sculptors in SoHo. At one point I lived on the roof of a building on Broome Street all summer in exchange for posing for oil portraits for a student at the Art Students League. It was exciting and I learned about painting, light, anatomy. Being so young (18!) and free was exhilarating and I treasure these memories of a simpler time when we communicated deeply and personally about things that really matter to our shared humanity: art, music and poetry. Humbly grateful for my blessed youth in SoHo.