Villager Expat

Two years ago I moved away from Greenwich Village. I write this blog to make myself feel better.

September 11, 2019

Veterans Fishing Station, a/k/a The Clam Bar, Cold Spring Harbor

Do you remember those days hanging out at the Village Green?
Engineer boots, leather jackets and tight blue jeans
--Billy Joel,
"Scenes From an Italian Restaurant"

Last week I had the pleasure of seeing two lithos of my mother's at the financial services firm Deloitte U.S. in Rockefeller Center (below). One is an image of the Veterans Fishing Station in Cold Spring Harbor, a/k/a The Clam Bar, next to the Village Green that Billy Joel sings about. The Whalers Inn across the street is now the Harbor Mist restaurant. Many thanks to Huntington town historian Robert C. Hughes for identifying the site and to Jeff Springsteen for sharing the photo of his friends from 1978-79 ("I Grew Up in Cold Spring Harbor" Facebook page).

The lithos were sold in 1982 to Touche Ross by an interior designer and family friend for display in the firm's offices at World Trade Center. My mother and I thought the lithos were lost or destroyed, but this spring I contacted Deloitte, which merged with Touche Ross in 1989, and they kindly arranged for me to see the lithos in their office last week. 

Here is a scan of the original pen & ink from my mother's collection.

Veterans Fishing StationCold Spring Harbor ca. 1982 Barbara Carter
pen & ink, 7.5 in. x 10.5 in.

Veterans Fishing Station, Cold Spring Harbor ca. 1982 Barbara Carter
watercolor, 12 in. x 17 in.

I wanted to go back and take a photo of the Veterans Fishing Station as it looks today but I was sorry to hear it was lost in a fire in 1988. A new building is in its place at the site of Powles Marina. Here's a shot from Google street view, 2018. If someone has a picture of the marina or fishing station, past or present, feel free to share it in the Comments section.  

September 1, 2019

Small talk with friends in New York restaurants

On this Labor Day my friends from the Chinese restaurant Charlie Mom are on my mind. It was my Cheers, I made small talk with the waiters, mostly about my never-ending apartment hunt. For the apartment upstairs, David told me, they were asking $4,000 a month for a thousand square feet. "They remodeled it." After a pregnant pause in which we both imagined how nice it could be--a Greenwich Village apartment that used to be a house in the 1800s, the brick walls, original wood floors, lots of windows--we agreed that the rent was ridiculous and anyone would be crazy to pay it. "Rent is money thrown away." And the rents in Greenwich Village were over the top.

August 3, 2019

Celebrating John Sloan's birthday around the world

A Woman's Work, 1912,
Cleveland Museum of Art

What images come to mind when you think of John Sloan? For many women from as far away as Spain, Turkey and Iceland who remembered his birthday on Twitter yesterday, it's his paintings of women hanging laundry.

Sloan painted these scenes from his apartment windows in Greenwich Village and, later, Chelsea. In his time, clotheslines were ubiquitous in immigrant neighborhoods (for  photos see "A Fine Line: The Art of the Clothesline" on MCNY Blog: New York Stories).

July 23, 2019

What Is A&R? "My romp through Tin Pan Alley," Part 2

How are new songs found by record companies? What do talent scouts listen for when they pick new songs? 

Once I saw from my summer job in music publishing that the Tin Pan Alley shop for new songwriters didn't exist, I set my sights on getting into an A&R department. 

July 11, 2019

My romp through Tin Pan Alley

Everyone comes to New York with a dream. Armed with a copy of The Songwriters' Success Manual, I set out for the city in 1976 to sell my songs. I knocked on doors of music publishers whose addresses I found in the phone book, about fifty in the city at that time. I made the rounds with my reel-to-reel tapes and lead sheets . . . 

May 12, 2019

Ladies who lunch: remembering my mother on Mother's Day

Are you a lady who enjoys the ritual of lunching out?

I am! When I was around five my mother invited me out for our first lunch together, a special trip to Kaufmann's department store in Monroeville, PA. It was a Saturday, and we spent all morning getting ready . . . 

April 17, 2019

Making my way back to Greenwich Village

Are you stuck with your lease, wishing you lived somewhere else? I made a mistake. I left Greenwich Village. Tempted by larger apartments and lower rents in other neighborhoods, I left. But once you've lived in the Village, you'll miss it.

I'm trying to get back. I signed a lease for a one-bedroom in Midtown . . . 

November 12, 2018

Exploring opportunities in digital and other media. No longer representing writers or accepting submissions.

Waverly Place Literary Agency has closed. If you're looking for an agent, I recommend looking at writers' conferences' websites for participating agents. 

Writers' Digest held a conference in NYC August 22-25, 2019