Category: Steven Gray

Last week I saw a group of middle-aged day laborers standing on the sidewalk. A nearby radio was playing “Only the Good Die Young.” I was thinking of that when I went to see Richard Hell at City Lights a few days later. The place was packed. Thurston Moore was upstairs. For the introduction, the events coordinator was using words like Read More

I took a futuristic train out of town and ended up on the steps of Wheeler Hall, built in 1917. Inside, I ran into a couple of poets – Sam Sax and D.A. Powell, one of the readers that night. We had to climb two flights of stairs, which Sam regarded as an athletic event. The Maude Fife Room is Read More