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An area in Lower Manhattan, boxed in between East Houston and 14th Street and Avenue A and Broadway, where a proliferation of bars exist, at least 10 movie theaters, major bookstores, like St. Mark's Bookshop and The Strand Bookstore, performance venues like St. Mark's Church; where in the past it was affordable for impoverished artists to live and engage socially. The remarkable history of the East Village, includes residents like Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, Miguel Pinero, LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka, Charlie Parker, Emma Goldman, Lenny Bruce, Willem DeKooning, Jean Michel Basquiat, Keith Haring, David Wojnarowicz, Robert Mapplethorpe, Iggy Pop, Patti Smith, Debbie Harry, original punker Richard Hell, authors like Arthur Nersesian and Richard Perez.
For many years, it no longer remains affordable for the starving artist; unless that artist is the son or daughter of a banker or real estate magnate. "Trust Fund Babies" are often seen populating the neighborhood, pretending to be poor and fashionably down and out.
Regardless of its pretensions, the East Village remains a stronghold for youth culture, regenerating itself generation after generation; this in spite of the fact that many of its landmarks -- like CBGB, the birthplace of punk rock -- are history. St. Mark's Place and Avenue A and the surrounding blocks retain a distinct character and personality, inviting wanabees and whatnots, twenty-nothings and thirty-zeroes to slum, which has always been true anyway: fakery has always been part of bohemia. But that's okay. Youth and folly go together like ham and eggs.
"East Village ain't what it used to be" -- said in the 70s, 80s, 90s and most recently
"East Village is dead" -- said in the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90 and most recently
"let's go to the East Village anyway; ain't nothing better to do." -- said in the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90 and most recently
"let's go get tattooed, pierced, drunk, bodyslammed, thrown out of a club, ticketed for sipping a forty on the sidewalk, chill in Tompkins Square Park, catch a French art flick, buy a book I won't read or understand, or be up for whatever in the East Village. You down?" -- suggested only yesterday, by me
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A pseudo-artsy part of Manhattan. Filled with hipsters from Williamsburg who come on the L train to watch Bright Eyes at Webster Hall, and then promptly leave afterwards because no one can actually afford to live there. Lots of bars, homeless people asking for money, and geriatrics with walkers from Stuyvesant Town. Home to CBGBs, creepy Polish restaraunts, and thirft stores that charge $15 for a dirty T-shirt. Most people have no string opinions regarding East Village.
"I live in East Village."
"Oh. Let's go look for celebrities in Tribeca!"
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The place NY suburban kids go to when they want piercings and are under age. It used to be the land of crack dens and downtown rock, but now it's bankers and wannabes.
it's yet another NY neighborhood that was cool and now is Starbucks-ified, if in another way. It's tame.
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Place in East side of Manhattan.
west village or east??
Aww...yea lets go to the east
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A drink combo of unbelievable value, usually comprising a beer and a shot for as low as $5, that can be commonly found in New York City's East Village neighborhood.
Popular combos include a PBR, either a can or a draft, and a shot of whiskey, though some bars let the customer choose the type of beer and shot. Perhaps the most unique combo discovered to date is a 24 oz. can of Labatt with a shot of Jack Daniels for $6.
East Village specials are commonly purchased in order to get completely wasted in New York City without paying $10 for one miserable beer.
I don't want to go to Midtown. It blows because it is expensive and everyone is an asshole. Why don't we just get some East Village specials?
Brooklyn is so far away. Let's get hammered on some East Village specials instead.
Dude, I just spent $300 on a flight to visit my girlfriend and she fucking dumped me. I'm going to need some East Village specials when I get back to the city.
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According to urban legends a supposedly non-existing sexual practice where the recieving end (m/f) is lying on his/her back, taking the nutsack of the active part in his/her mouth and stroking the shaft, while the active part concludes the act by crapping on the forehead of the recieving end.
Darn, I gave that chick an East Village Fudge Cake the other night and she was not pleased.