Oh, the memories! I didn’t move to Manhattan until 1990, but my late husband was born on Avenue A, and how he filled me up with glowing tales of the Pyramid in its prime. We got around the East Village quite a lot, never missed Wig Stock, and often took in lesser known shows.
All the names you mention are sending me back in time, twirling inside a cyclone to a land of vivid color and joy.
Thanks so much for sharing your story and memories! What a treat for me to discover this morning.