The Band That Never Played Out
Before Thumb Out: Chapter Three: Greenwich Village, 1971-72
I couldn’t take living with Grandmère anymore. A few months of her fossilized propriety and pointed silences about my future was enough. My father, in one of his rare acts of practical kindness, arranged for me to move into 158 West 11th Street — a micro townhouse in the heart of Greenwich Village that was being renovated. O…