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Review: Mr Saturday Night and The Ellusive Scene

The great fallacy of New York’s glorified “Bad Old Days” is the idea that everyone involved in that legendary artistic renaissance devoted every waking moment to it’s enrichment. Yes, many of the artists were living hand to mouth, but the fans, friends and general “scene” around those various movements were usually working folk who just tapped into a moment. The man waving his hands in the air at the command of DJ Kool Herc might have worked as a repair man, the young woman losing herself in the club experiments at The Paradise Garage could have been a telephone operator. While it’s true that Manhattan was unfathomably cheaper and grittier than today’s sanitized playground, the idea that the whole island was some kind of anarchist collective does a disservice to the men and women who found time during their working week to support their favorite artists. Continue...