ALAN VEGA: LIFE AFTER SUICIDE

Once upon a time, in the early ’70s, long before currently voguish “new music” outfits like Soft Cell, Yaz and Human League, there was Suicide. Two zany bohos literally off the Lower East Side streets, one a demented, classically trained keyboardist named Martin Rev(erby), the other, his equally wacky sidekick, a chain-smoking, fast-talking Jew from Brooklyn, who took the moniker Alan Vega partly to sound Puerto Rican and partly in tribute to the Nevada mecca of glitz and gambling.