In 1975 I had moved back to Montreal where cheap apartments were abundant, and served almost as portals to a lifestyle consisting of parties and all kinds of events involving an ever shifting and enthusiastic, sometimes bilingual crowd. It was like Soho or any other seedy downtown scene and there were geniuses around- like Leonard Cohen or choreographer Edouard Lock and his troupe LaLaLa Human Steps, and numerous painters, poets, singers, bands- a kind of excitement permeated the Main, also a hub for drugs and prostitution, which gave the neighborhood its slightly dangerous edge. I had missed it during my 18 month exile in southern Ontario and quickly found a very cheap flat behind.Barin Byng HS, on the second floor above a store which burned down the following year, the summer of the Olympics. I was away in Vancouver for the fire which consumed my few belongjngs. Upon my return my mother fell and broke her hip and I moved in with her as her caregiver. As she lived across the river in a quiet suburb I felt exiled from my combustible world on the Main which I would often visit -- just to stay in touch with all that was magical in my old haunt.
But, so, what about Mick…on the trip to NYC?
Interesting story. The timing of it all...written by the stars...quite literally! ✨🌑
To be covered in the next installment