Dance for Drinks or just dance….

This is an older Flopisde Comic… when life was a lot faster and the night was “always young!” The “Dancing One” was initiated by the ancient worm at the bottom of a bottle. More than that he could not stop dancing. Even Mr. Fuck had a difficult time keeping up with “twinkle toes.”  The “Wild Card” was the man about town. Time to get him dancing again.


A point: So we at Flipside Comics need a kick in the butt too…. the song below is a very silly one and we don’t take it seriously…  it is a ridiculous song. If Mr. Fuck was to take it seriously he would be on the side of the pagans… a crusade of pagans against the Christians. An over all perspective might be the good FLOPSIDE people on a crusade against the Trumpians !!! RAMBO says just dance…

 

THE FUCKING ASSHOLIAN TRUMPIANS !!!!!


around 2011


Bitchin’ drive over Box Canyon this morning in my car.

Today youngest son decided to take a state AP Calculus test. It was in Simi Valley. So I took the old Santa Susana Pass home. Then the wild and mysterious Box Canyon as well. The magic is still there too. One thing I can still count on in this fucking strange life.  As I reached the high point of Box Canyon I  saw the pig with red eyes and then the 1979 Gary Numan song Cars came on the car radio. A moment of wow. My little green Fiat then tuned into a magical ride down a roller coaster. Turns and downs like never before with the words of Gary Numan singing to us. My little Fiat was a jewel as we road through the nimbus foggy clouds always hangin’round this place. What a bitchin’ roller coaster ride it was this morning.

The song is all about those times when wild music seemed to fill the airwaves and my jerky head. 1979 was a very good year for this fresh new music. Also years later, the song was on my oldest son’s first play-station game. One of the first PS games he mastered is Test Drive. What a great song . Takes me on a car ride of good memories and today I have a new one. Perfection !

As a friend of friends


Urania is talking to Uranus
Ambassador to the planets and stars
She calls to Earth
As a friend of friends,
Catalyst of goodness and humor,
to Uranus ascending electric magma
Eccentric insect antenna muses
Human Beings 
To be the best 
we can be.


 

 

 

 

Existentialism and turning 60…

“…individual’s starting point is characterized by what has been called “the existential attitude,” or a sense of disorientation, confusion, or dread in the face of an apparently meaningless or absurd. Many existentialists have also regarded traditional systematic or academic philosophies, in both style and content, as too abstract and remote from concrete human experience.”

Ageing and turning 60 is an interesting time. I am reflecting over my life. The metaphor of fitting jigsaw pieces together is the best one that can describe my experience now. I now understand the meaning of existentialism. I thought I had an idea of what it meant. Not until now do I know it truly. It is a jolting reality. The now observing the past is how one can see existentialism alive!

As a child I remember waking up at night with a strange sensation that lasted only a few moments. A surrounding feeling that came to mind. One that I could not touch, access with words, or edify. It was a feeling deep in my teeth of something other. It would go away quickly. I had that same feeling through my growing up. I always knew when the other feeling was approaching. The other feeling went away as I grew up.

K -12, my whole education experience I was asleep. I realize this now. Existential is based on contrary things. Conflict or mindfulness to the absurd world we live in. When I look back at myself I was experiencing or having an existential experience my whole young life. I was in a shadow world of social pressures and abstract ideals that where strange to me.

Only waking up occasionally to the wind on the hills or the rain while walking home. Playing in green fields with my friends.  The smell of the earth and the feel of pepper trees on my skin. The aroma of the eucalyptus tree.

I went through the motions at school. I did not study or bring books home, and if I did I don’t remember them much. I do remember reading the little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis, the King James Christian Bible, and Seven Arrow by Hyemeyohsts Storm. (Native American Myth) Sherlock Holmes appealed to me. Also, songs on the radio are moments of awareness.

I was in trauma while I was growing up too! I was living in a home with an alcoholic parent and experienced love but also emotional abuse as a regular part of my life.

My point being I was not awake to my human experience until I started waking up later in my teens by the jolt of consensual sex, youthful love, and punk music.

I remember at 18 or so there were times that a light would come on and everything seemed more intense.  One time out to dinner with my parents it seemed that the restaurant light above us turned on brighter. I was in an intense illumination. Then the light went out. This is when I was experiencing an awakening an existential conflicting experience.

When I entered the punk rock world in Los Angeles I experienced this existential conflicting experience increasingly. The people and music really stirred me up. I awoke to the absurdity of life in a good way. I found my mind, voice, and soul all aligned. I began to acquire knowledge easily. I read ecstatically. I found out that I had an engaging and intellectual mind that had not been touched by the k-12 academia that tried to teach me.

I don’t think we can continue to live in an existential conflicting reality. Yet in these such moments when the existential happens.  This is where we can find our authentic self. I am very grateful!!


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“…child psychologist Bruno Bettelheim believed that fairy tales help children cope with their existential anxieties and dilemmas.”


Bubbles…


While sitting in my computer room I heard a lady screaming. In a fire windy weaving voice yelling,

“Fuck you, fuck you , fuck you!!”

The car raced by my home. Oldest son heard it too. It was not directed at us but we did catch it in passing.

Last night while watching reruns of Ancient Aliens I came upon one old image I’ve studied and another that I did not know about. The flower of Life and Leonardo da Vinci’s long-lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’

The flower of Life means many things but the one meaning I love best is that it represents the universe.

The Christ portrait  is fascinating. I am amazed by a sphere he is holding. An interfaith symbol that other religious masters hold as well.

Two mystical round bubbles or circles of insight came together in my mind.  Because Leonardo da Vinci shows the Flower of Life in his works, I found this an interesting point of reflection and study.

So I did my own improvisation and put the flower of Life in the bubble sphere. It was fun to do.

I hope the lady who was screaming will have a better day then she seemed to be having.


Flower of Life Symbol

 


 

Leonardo da Vinci’s long lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bubble/

Leonardo da Vinci’s long lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’


Flower Of Life

Dream time….Australian Aboriginal Art


The Ngangikurungkurr practice what they call dadirri, a form of deep listening for these sacred stories. As Aboriginal elder Miriam-Rose Ungunmerr puts it, “Through the years, we have listened to our stories. They are told and sung, over and over, as the seasons go by. Today we still gather around the campfires and together we hear the sacred stories. As we grow older, we ourselves become the storytellers. We pass on to the young ones all they must know. The stories and songs sink quietly into our minds and we hold them deep inside. In the ceremonies we celebrate the awareness of our lives as sacred.”

Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 3112-3116). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition.


In Return

Receptive, illumination and synchronicity, I’m a wise old blooming flower, waiting to be pollinated, I’m receptive to what I shall become, Let life approach me, I do not have to go seeking, I have all I need to succeed, I’m a beautiful rose,
wise, good and ready.
I can be trusted, I follow things through, I speak my mind, Let the spirit of god / goddess, move over my deep dark waters.
Receptive as an open flower. Now, waiting for life to impregnate me.
“The Rose makes honey,” the rose gives honey in return.


 

A Daily “Fuck” Gazette The Untouchable Bastard…?

An Untouchable Bastard…? Maybe not but we will see. The stereotype of  abuse by federal leadership !  Everyone to blame but me. So sick that we at Flopside Comics had to do a little “You’re a Bastard Editorial…”

Mr. Dang says, “I’ll push your self-indulging wang of the table …any dame tame….!”

I guess it all comes down to this, that no one with any good sense or decency really wants to work with the Trump White House. A world of fucking decadence and scummity ! (New word )



Remember Flopside Comics are stupid like the flawed human experience and we can make fun of it cause it sucks!

Promethean fennel

The wild fennel is growing in my garden,
From the Santa Monica Mountains,
Only a few seeds thrown around my land,
From the staff-sheath that I have,
Near my hearth.

My wild Promethean fennel,
Smells of licorice and earth,
Feels like numinous beats,
Waves from the coastal region,
Myths revealing through my soul.

Prometheus freed by Chiron,
Fire consumes my heart,
Compassionate green healing,
Of my mind and dreams,
Love will grow tall and strong
My wild Promethean fennel.

that bass / guitar sound punk standard


The punker band Detox came into my focus today. Also, someone asked on Facebook if punk rock is dead. I think of punk as a genre of music, as a standard, like Jazz. It keeps playing on. For me it is about one song to the next. That is what I based My Punk@lullaby Journals on.  Punk is all about a song, an experience, and friends. So, I guess if all the punk standards die, and all experiences of punk, and all your punk family of friends die… then it is dead. Or you die it is dead.

If you play what you like to hear it is not dead. One can go anywhere to experience punk. Music blaring though your headphones, at a show, or at a big festival. (I shudder at the thought) That is just my preference. Punk music is like playing back memories or experiences that I have had. Punkers. I think we all live at our own standard of punk whether it be past, present, or creatively in the future… I tend to jump around to… hanging at one place more than others. I don’t consider myself a punk, but I have had my share of the 10% punk experience. There is a continuity of that kind of experience in my life.

My favorite standard of punk are two bands. Detox and [Charged] GBH! The Bass & guitar of Steve and Tony and of Ross and Jock are the best. Anytime I hear a song by either band their sounds make me happy to be alive. All those wild confused good feelings come back of belonging to a family of punks over time and space. I just feel fucking great…. thank you…. that bass guitar sound punk standard …. The best of the best…. Good, glorious and makes me feel GREAT!

That is all have to say today….



TAPE TEN

Punk Rock Museum Flipside Cartoon Issue

Flipside Cartoon Issue form The Punk Museum



 

KFJC 89.7 FM TAPE NUMBER TEN THE 10% EXPERIENCE…A KISS IN THE WIND

Sharing these tapes for free is like sharing an old jazz tune or inspiration experience. It has its place in the continuity of the punk rock experience of 1984. This is what I should have told the young woman who liked to come to this pub on punk rock DJ nights. She enjoyed listening to 30-year-old music. The thirty-year-old magazine she referred to documented the 10 % punk rock experience!

Once upon a time at the local pub a woman in her twenties looked over at me. She was talking to a friend and I heard her say,

“I don’t know what the big deal is? That magazine came out over thirty years ago?”

She then looked over at me again. I looked back at her. I raised my shoulders and rolled my eyes as if to say,

“I know what ya mean.”

This pub is considered a music pub. The founder Patrick Fairley was in the 60′s band Marmalade.  Here a long line of DJs who just happened to play 1980s punk rock. Punk rock is a unique genre and like jazz we all rejoice in the awesome sound of its originators. Going to the pub is kind of like going to church. The sociology of religion states that 80% of people going to church do so for social reasons. Only 10% go to have a religious experience. A pub is the same way. When ya add some great music and beer this is the place to be to do the 80% thing or the 10 % thing…or both.

As the spirituals gave birth to the Blues and then Jazz; so, does it inspire the music we listen to today? I don’t go to church anymore but I do go to pubs and for me it is a 10% experience. In the 1700s pubs often held meetings under the convert of drunks but, it was the beginning of revolution. It was about individuals who came together; who opposed the Church of England and their government. They sang their pub songs or hymns around the fireplace, and hidden in these songs were the lyrics and tunes that inspired the people.

Punk rock can be like going to church and it can be an 80% social thing. To me it has always been about the 10% punk rock experience. It is inspirational, thrilling and has the ability to awaken one to wild possibilities of hope and creativity as any good ‘old Jazz song does.

 

Flipside 44 Lee Comic Issue 001

A dollop for your reading pleasure from 1984 fans. Taken from the letter section of Flipside Fanzine Lee Issue # 44, 1984. We published 7 issues in 1984.  This tape is dedicated to all the Los Angeles Glitter Scene  women who became the foundation of an early punk rock scene…and to Pat Fear for his Flipside theme song.

LIVE Public Image Ltd. from Flipside Videos !!

the missing 10 % is unclassified, SNFU or part of the X-files.. so go screw!

(Taken from https://hudleyflipside.com/1984-kfjc-89-7-fm-hosted-by-hudley-flipside-about-the-big-punk-rock/