Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Out and About in the East Village

In this weekly feature, East Village-based photographer James Maher provides us with a quick snapshot of someone who lives and/or works in the East Village.

By James Maher
Name: Phillip Giambri
Occupation: Storyteller, Submariner, Actor, Theatre Sound Tech, OTB Announcer, Computer Systems / Network Administrator.
Location: St. Marks between 1st and 2nd Avenues.
Time: 1:00pm on Monday June 17th

I’ve been here a long time. I’m from Philadelphia originally. I was in the military when I was 18 and I got out at 22. I was down in a submarine. It’s a strange life. Then I went back to Philly and I went to a drama school for 3 years. Then I moved to New York for Summer Stock [Theatre]. I was passing through New York on my way to California and was taking some acting classes with Stella Adler and I kind of got sidetracked.

The first job I got was on 4th Street between 2nd and the Bowery. It was a good theater block. Cafe La MaMa was there and the Playwrights Horizons and the Fortune Theatre. There was a lot going on in that little neighborhood. So the first job I got was as an assistant stage manager, a sound man, and an understudy for Michael Douglas for the very first play he was ever in in New York, called 'City Scenes.' Dominic Chianese, the Uncle from 'The Sopranos' was in it as well as Raúl Juliá.

I got to move down here by way of the West Village. I moved in with a lady on Washington Place for awhile and when that ended I had nowhere to live. I was going to the School of Visual Arts for awhile and I slept in my instructors loft until he got tired of me, so I moved in with acting friends from Summer Stock on East 9th Street for a couple months. It was really awkward because there were four of us living in a tiny apartment. We had to smoke a lot of dope to stay sane.

So they helped me get the apartment on St. Mark's Place across from the Electric Circus — building number 26. In the ‘60s and early 70s, the Electric Circus was like the Studio 54. It was like a happening place. You would take acid or mescaline or mushrooms or something and go in there and the whole place was designed to make you go bizarro.

I only wanted to be an actor and at the time I erroneously thought that if I worked in the theater rather than doing some regular menial task that at least I would get to know people. Just the opposite happened. Over 3 or 4 years, I gained such a reputation as a competent technical person, who were hard to find outside the union, that it was all the jobs I was getting. I would audition for a part for a Broadway producer, who would know me cause I did his sound work and he would say, ‘C’mon Phil, actors are a dime-a-dozen. We need a stage manager.’

I wound up managing a recording studio that worked with the theater for several years, while I was still looking for acting work. I was the manager, but every summer I laid myself off because we did only theater recordings mostly, and rented sound equipment to theaters and there was no work in the summer. So we’d sit out front on the stoop and smoke dope and drink wine all summer. I did that for like 4 or 5 years in the early ‘70s. It was kind of like a four-year party. People were in and out all the time, crashing, the building was very liberal in terms of sexuality and drugs and stuff. That was around ‘70 to ‘75 or ‘76.

I started to grow up a little when I met my wife. We went on our first date to the midnight movie show at the St. Marks Theatre to see 'Reefer Madness.' It cost $1 and you could bring your own food in and your own weed in and you could sit there all night and nobody would ever hassle you.

In ’74, we formed a St. Marks block association. There was a very influential guy in the neighborhood, Jim Rose, who ran the The Eastside Book Store. He became the head of the block association and we were just overwhelmed with crime in the neighborhood. Once the hippie thing wore off, all that were left were drug addicts and opportunists. It turned from the Summer of Love in ‘67 and ’68 and started really getting dark around ‘73. We realized there were 17 Methadone clinics in the neighborhood and there were all these junkies going there regularly and supporting their habits by beating us up and taking our money. We had the men’s shelter on 3rd street where every crazy person in New York State that got out of a mental hospital or prison was sent to, who were going around killing people and beating people up. We had several cops shot in the neighborhood. It was getting ugly.

I was the police department representative of the block association, so I would get all the crime statistics every month and what a wake up call that was, when you’re actually getting the numbers. We also had fundraising street fairs to try and improve the neighborhood. We got gates and window boxes put in front of the ground floor apartments.

We succeeded in getting the police commander changed in the Precinct. I used to go to all the police meetings and this new guy came in named Gunderson, back in ’75, and he changed everything down there. The 9th Precinct had the reputation, if you got out of the Police Academy you had to learn to be a bag man, and they sent you to 5th Street to learn that. It was a very crooked place. That was part of our problem — the cops had their own thing going on and they couldn’t give a shit about what we did. So with a little muscle and a little politicking, we got rid of the commander down there and they brought this guy Gunderson from Staten Island. He was a hard case who didn’t smile. Nobody liked him over there. We loved the guy. He cleaned the whole Precinct up.

At the time, all the cops kept their windows rolled up and just drove by everywhere and didn’t get out of the car. So we fought to get a permanent foot-beat cop, which they never did in those days. Gunderson said he couldn’t justify one permanent person there since they were so shorthanded in cops, so a friend of mine and I went around at night and took pictures of all the cops, what they used to call cooping, when they’re sleeping on duty in their car and they’re supposed to be patrolling. We had a picture of about 25 cops cooping and we brought them in and said we either get a beat cop or somebody uptown is gonna see this.

So we got a beat cop named George and he lasted here almost 10 years. He was a really sweet guy who used to go to everybody’s birthday parties, christenings, Bar Mitzvahs, and that was at a time when everybody hated the cops. He was like a part of the neighborhood and I don’t think he ever drew a gun in his life.

To be continued... next week...

James Maher is a fine art and studio photographer based in the East Village. Find his website here.


Fipper said...

Looking forward to the continuation. What a rich life!

IzF said...

By far, my fave!!!

Anonymous said...

Storyteller supreme, I want more please.

Joyce Hanson said...

Phillip is a storyteller indeed and an East Village treasure -- still going strong! I'll be reading at his Aug. 1 "Silver-Tongued Devils" story night (where he goes by the name of The Ancient Mariner).

Check it out:Recurring the first Thursday of every month.
Basement Lounge @ Identity Bar & Lounge
511 E. 6th St. (Between Avenues A & B)

Anonymous said...

Fascinating! I can't wait to read the next installment.

Grieve, I must ask you though to refrain from putting certain passages in bold. I understand why those particular passages are selected but it detracts from the flow of the articles.

What you put in bold may not be what the readers would necessarily put in bold.

Please instead let the readers be moved by the authors and their stories without the editors dictating, by way of the bold, what we should consider "important". Thank you!

Anonymous said...

Amazing. Can't wait to read the rest.

Anonymous said...

I love the "Out and About..." column and this is one of my favorites!

Anonymous said...

Phillip is a terrific storyteller and a great guy. I read with him --- and it's an honor to do so --- at Black and White, first Sunday evening each month at 8 pm.

Ken from Ken's Kitchen said...

I hope part 2 is coming soon!

Anonymous said...

Here's a thought. Can they interview one of the fireman at the firehouse on Second Street? These guys do a pretty amazing job.

Anonymous said...

Once the working-class and bohemian-artists' neighborhood thing wore off, all that were left were soulless landlords and opportunists...

Responding to Anon 11:19, I enjoy the boldfacing. It's not overdone, and it's part of your blog's trademark style. I vote to keep it.

~evilsugar25 said...

Fantastic!!! These are great but this is definitely my favorite so far. First-person witness to the evolution from the 60s onward. He should write a book! Can't wait for Part 2. And Part 3...? :)

DrBOP said...

Wow.....reads like a movie script....WITH a cliffhanger :+)

And can be my dictator anytime!

Bobby Gorman said...

I've been here in the EV in the same apartment for 42 years.Thanks for reminding me of George, the beat cop. Yes, he was a sweetheart and very involved with all the folks in the community. Do we know whatever happened to him? I am trying to recall his last name.
I too will look forward to the next installment of your tales.

Bobby Gorman

Anonymous said...

Mr. Giambri, I agree you are a good story teller though I do take issue with some of your comments. Rookie cops being assigned to the 9 Pct. to learn to be "bagmen"? First off if you know cop culture, veterans did not speak to rookies, never mind teach them to be bagmen. During the mid 70's there was a financial crisis and cops were being laid off so there were no new rookies being assigned until 1980 when new officers hired. As to pics of 25 officers cooping? Obviously not in one tour. The pct didn't have the personnel. I started working there in 1981 and met some of the finest and honorable people you would like to know. There are plaques on the Pct wall honoring many cops who went to work that day and never returned home. I'm sure Mr. Giambri remembers the four officers executed in the 70's.
Hyperbole makes things more interesting but shouldn't be used at the expense of many hard working individuals who passed through those doors. Even though I was transferred to narco div in 1986 I still remember fondly the days working in the fightin 9th. The George you referred to was a true gentleman who defined that word. All I will tell you is his last name started with an A. Btw I have been a resident of the neighborhood for over 25 yrs so I have witnessed it drastic transformation.

PJG said...

A response to the Police Officer's comments on my story: I stand by my "bag man" statements based on first hand information and the "cooping" pictures were taken over a period of several weeks.

Thanks for reminding me of George's last name. It was Ackerman, if I recall correctly and I believe he had a degree in psychology which served him well in dealing with the vast array of characters he encountered daily. He,Inspector Gunderson, and Community Relations Officer Bill Bopp became an integral part of our community during their stay at the 9th. and were well liked and respected by all for their many contributions on our behalf.

I also remember clearly all the deaths at the precinct and grieved their loss. Bill Bopp became a personal friend.

It sounds to me that your time at the 9th was long after the "clean up" of both the neighborhood and the precinct and doesn't necessarily jibe with my recollections and experiences prior to your arrival. I have had personal experiences with extraordinary police officers up to and including the current commissioner Ray Kelly, who generously offered his personal conference room for use by my veterans group, along with an unexpected "red carpet treatment", when our regular meeting place was closed for renovation.

I am in no way anti-police and am not attempting a smear campaign on an entire force of dedicated men; I'm just passing along some not so nice experiences from a not so nice neighborhood during a not so nice time for NYC.

It was what it was, and it is now what it is.... and this is just one man's opinion.

Thank you for your service.

PJG said...

Here is some additional background history on the 9th. Precinct that might fill in some blanks left by the former police officer and myself:

blue glass said...

anon 11:19 - when you write your comment(s) or story you can bold or italicize as you wish. it is up to you to tell the author what to emphasize.
however, i am not sure that your comment "I must ask you though to refrain from putting certain passages in bold...." was a serious comment.
was it?