By Eric Le Roy
Years ago, as I was ‘coming of age’, so to speak, in the 1960s, the place I most wanted to be was Greenwich Village in New York. This was where the folk scene (in the musical sense) evolved commercially, meaning that the general public started taking notice of it. Of course, the very idea of ‘commercialism’ (abhorrent then, as now, to many who … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
There comes a certain point when, having fought the good fight and, further resistance being futile, one walks willingly to the stake and allows oneself to be fettered and set afire. This is the moment of total capitulation and surrender, whether it be to the ecstatic bottomless pit of the orgasm or asphyxiation by the zombies and mummies of death.
It’s … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ Back in the day when I was an undergraduate at the University of Florida, I wondered what to choose as my ‘major’: English or Journalism. Well, that was back in the ‘60s, so what else could I do but drop out and head for Greenwich Village in New York City? (Well, not exactly. I ended up working at the Countee Cullen … Read the rest
