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Phil Marcade memoir walks down ‘Punk Avenue’

L to R: Phil Marcade with Stiv Bators of The Dead Boys, 1978. Photo by Eileen Polk, courtesy Three Rooms Press.
L to R: Phil Marcade with Stiv Bators of The Dead Boys, 1978. Photo by Eileen Polk, courtesy Three Rooms Press.

BY PUMA PERL | As I reached the end of Phil Marcade’s upcoming memoir, “Punk Avenue” (May 2, Three Rooms Press), I felt the urge to return to page one and start fresh, both literally and symbolically. I’d been exchanging emails with the author, and had mentioned the laughter and exuberance that hooked me from the start; I’d also asked about his process.

“I started this project by taking a little notebook in my back pocket everywhere I went. That was in the spring of 2006,” he responded. “Whenever an old funny anecdote would come to mind, I would take down a few notes. Where it began and where it ended was very important to me and really made sense. After laughter comes tears. I didn’t want it to be just a collection of funny anecdotes; I wanted it to also be a ‘human story.’ ”

Each chapter is marked by a song title — opening with “Happy Birthday to You” and closing with “Run Run Run.” As the story begins, Marcade, age 18, is being transferred to an Arizona federal penitentiary. The event unfolds as hilariously as the adventures that follow. Marcade is simultaneously a cool and warmly engaging character, with enough of a bad boy streak to make it work; he possesses a near infallible ability to fall in with the right people at the right time, no matter the circumstances.

From his birthplace in France, to Amsterdam, to the States, to the Chelsea Hotel, Max’s Kansas City, CBGB, to every corner where punk exploded, he tears through a history shared by many of us. What makes this memoir shine is his empathy — his “human story.” He speaks fondly of Nancy Spungen, a lonely soul he encouraged to try London in order to find a boyfriend — well, we know how that worked out. He even tolerated the heroin-addicted cat she left in his care, which was in a murderous rage before finally detoxing. In a subsequent chapter he favorably compares the “junkie cat” to an abandoned German Shepherd he rescued. Once home, the dog somehow consumed a bag of pot and, in a stoned frenzy, tried to attack him before running off.

Landing in the middle of the New York City punk scene, Marcade is introduced to former boxer Steve Shevlin by Johnny Thunders. In 1976, he and Shevlin form The Senders — a raw and dirty rock and roll band, with a rockabilly/blues mix and a punk sensibility. Peter Crowley, former Music and Art Director of Max’s Kansas City, recalled, “The Senders should have been huge. They had it all: looks, chops, and excellent rock ‘n roll taste.” With Shevlin on bass, Marcade was the band’s original drummer, but moved to frontman, and, by 1978, the lineup included guitarist Billy “Wild Bill” Thompson and drummer Marc Bourset, with Danny Ray often joining them on saxophone.

“Phil and Steve Shevlin taught me to play unaffectedly and commit to 300 percent sonic storm R&B playing,” remembered Danny Ray. “The Senders was like the Fight Club. I was lucky to be involved with such a cool bunch. That’s how I started.” While we talked, I was watching Senders videos and remarked upon Thompson’s riveting guitar work. “Billy was great before The Senders,” Ray noted. “With them, he became illuminated.”

L to R: Steve Shevlin, Johnny Thunders and Phil Marcade, circa 1979, on the book’s jacket cover. Photo by Marcia Resnick, image courtesy Three Rooms Press.
L to R: Steve Shevlin, Johnny Thunders and Phil Marcade, circa 1979, on the book’s jacket cover. Photo by Marcia Resnick, image courtesy Three Rooms Press.

Although the band never reached the heights it should have, nobody can doubt their longevity. In 1981, as Marcade writes, “All that was left of The Senders was one deaf guy [Shevlin had lost his hearing], one in the nuthouse, and two in the dope house.” They played what they thought was their final gig at The Peppermint Lounge.

In 1989, Marcade received a call from a record company asking if The Senders could be put back together. With Ritchie Lure replacing Shevlin, and the other three back on track, they played for another 13 years, and, in 2001, were named the “Best Bar Band in New York” by New York Press. During that period, both Lure and Bourset died, and were replaced by Ned Brewster and Danny Li, with Danny Ray continuing on saxophone.

“Punk Avenue” leads us from the early highs through the dark periods of addiction and loss without losing hope. The epilogue ends on a different kind of high note. I’ll attest to the authenticity of Lower East Side life, having walked those same streets. If you were there, you get to hang with the gang again. If you weren’t around, or if you were as preoccupied as I was, “Punk Avenue” invites us to sit at the cool kids’ table. We don’t even have to lose 20 pounds or master the art of liquid eyeliner.

Marcade, who lives in Italy, will perform with his friends The Rousers at two events, with books available for purchase and signing. On Tues., May 2, Three Rooms Press hosts “Mayday 2” at (Le) Poisson Rouge (158 Bleecker St.). The Senders’ Steve Shevlin and Danny Ray, The Waldos, Legs McNeil, and others are on board. On Sat., May 27, Marcade and The Rousers will also be part of “ ’76 LP Party,” the closing event of the three-night Max’s Kansas City Festival at Bowery Electric (327 Bowery). “I chose The Senders for the first studio 12-inch on Max’s Kansas City records,” said producer Peter Crowley. “We’ll be celebrating Phil’s book, our LP, and my 76th birthday!”

In advance of its May 2 release date, “Punk Avenue” can be pre-ordered on amazon.com. For “Mayday 2” tickets (18+ show; $20), visit lpr.com. For tickets to the Max’s Kansas City Festival show ($15; $40 for the three-day event), visit theboweryelectric.ticketfly.com. Artist info on The Senders at thesenders.us.

L to R, from 1980: Steve Shevlin, Basile Nodow, Billy “Wild Bill” Thompson, Phil Marcade and Marc Bourset. Photo by Alan Jay, courtesy Three Rooms Press.
L to R, from 1980: Steve Shevlin, Basile Nodow, Billy “Wild Bill” Thompson, Phil Marcade and Marc Bourset. Photo by Alan Jay, courtesy Three Rooms Press.