Piping songs of pleasant glee with the Moody Blues and Charged GBH

On Sunset. May 2015. I am wearing my Bernie Sanders T-Shirt for president 2016.

With some punk chicks from a younger generation.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian

Hudley Flipside

The fabric of prophet’s ages old

Drones on and gathers mold

Gets a weekly airing from a fool on high

Who talks and talks till his throat’s dry

The Prayer of a Realist.

GBH ~ City Baby Attacked by Rats

I awoke to an amber moment this morning swirling in my mind and like Kurt Vonnegut’s character Billy Pilgrim from the novel Slaughterhouse-Five, I like to dwell and investigate these moments of experience. See if some golden truth is pushing itself up from my unconsciousness to my consciousness.

It may be similar to a grain of sand irritating an oyster or some wondrous pearl. Maybe only linking up a few different generations of people or friends like butterflies taking their nectar from the same sunflower. Is it all randomly placed in time … maybe not? In truth I do not think so. Which gets an old dame to pondering.

Two bands from Birmingham, a major city in England’s West Midlands, brought forth two of my favorite bands. Each band speaks and supports a different generation. The members of the band walked the same streets and knew the smell of their home. Mothers (music venue) linger in both of their memories.

The Moody Blues and Charged GBH were playing the same week. One at the Greek theater and the other at the Roxy Theater (West Hollywood). They both touched down on southern Californian soil. It was revelatory to me. Just the fact that they were both playing the same week was enough to satisfy my glowing and rebellious soul.

Was this a random event or is there more to the story? What is the possibility of this happening and did anyone else notice this random act of Birmingham music? A mist joining two generations of music ached in my inner being of light and dark particles and both danced and started vibrating to a strange tune.

It was a contrary experience for me. I got two tickets for the Moody Blues. I bugged Ross, bass player of GBH to be on the guest list at the Roxy. This was going to happen … I felt it when they both touched Los Angeles County. I think the best feelings are when waiting for a band to play while they are touring. The element of music and surprise and favorite songs playing is a revolutionary experience… even if I am the only one feeling this.

It was so intense that coming week. It was like when I found out that my ‘great Grandfather was born in Middlesex, a historic county in southeast England. It was important for me because William Blake also was raised there as a child, they both walked the same streets at one time. Both sharing the smell of their home. Though I never met either my great grandfather or William Blake they both left me with stories and share in that pleasurable place of my good imagination.

“Piping down the valleys wild

Piping songs of pleasant glee,

On a cloud I saw a child,

And he laughing said to me:

‘Pipe a song about a Lamb’…”

The “Song of Innocence,” ~ William Blake.

Moody Blues:

Husband was not able to attend the Moody Blues with me. I could not find another at such short time to go with me. I was not strong enough to attend myself. The parking, crowds, and elements of being alone did not appeal to my nature at the time. Maybe in my younger years I would have taken on the challenge by myself. I do regret not going.

GBH:

We hit my old romping punker ground on Sunset. The streets and the alleys of friends, clubs and running wild in the streets. It was different now. My husband and I had a pizza and then a couple of beers at the Rainbow Bar and Grill. When we got to the Roxy, I was not on the guest list and the show was sold out.

Since it was a Goldenvoice event, I spied Gary Tovar, and he got us in the show. There I found Ross Lomas spending time together with Dora Sundoval and Alison Elliott.

Ross: “You must have been bumped off the list.”

Hudley: “Do not worry Gary got us in.”

Giving Ross a big hug around his waist I said.

“It is so good to be back and walk the streets of my youth as a wild young punk.”

Ross gave me a look and that was the last time I talked to him.

The aroma of the event was exhilarating but filled with smoke. My husband had a major asthma attack and we had to leave early. The good news is I met up with some punk chicks from a younger generation. We met up at other shows.

The continuity of them going to see GBH made me happy. I would have to say the band prefer these beauties then the old punker I have become.

There are times in life when one must pursue a dream. Run to it and become one with it. Other times one needs to step back and let it happen without you.

I read about the Moody Blues in the news after their event. I saw the pictures posted on Facebook backstage with GBH. It irritated me a little but not too much.

I made the effort, yet the random act was not complete. At least I can write about it and share my memories.

What would the Tralfamadorians say?

“There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.”

A Terrible Threat

Punk Rock Historian, COLLEAGUE and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

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“Walk on the Wild Side” is a Lou Reed song from his 1972 second solo album Transformer. David Bowie produced it. The song received wide radio coverage, despite its touching on taboo topics such as transsexualism, drugs, male prostitution, and oral sex. In the United States, RCA released the single using an edited version of the song without the reference to oral sex.

Being weird is always a terrible threat! A wonderful and eternal weirdo place way to be!! RIP Lou Reed!!

“For indiscriminate empathy, which is characteristic of Neptune, we often try to make this into a very exclusive and discriminating empathy for him alone. We can see the same kind of mechanism at work here that is suggested by a Uranus-Saturn contact. Even if the individual is not expressing Neptune in a particularly conscious way–and few do expect through the creative media of music or theater–this lucid and magical quality will be apparent to the person whose Saturn is affected. It is an entrancing quality while it is a terrible threat for although Neptune seems to say, “I completely understand and love and accept you, he will say the same to everyone indiscriminately.” ~ Liz Greene

When I was 14 years old the song Walk on the Wild Side was the hit song of a generation. The song reached mass appeal. I was not aware of The Velvet Underground or Andy Warhol during the sixties but by 1972 Lou Reed reached the place of “creative media of music,” where he would say “the same to everyone.”  I hated this song because the song began with my name. The kids at school already labelled me as a weirdo.

 “Hey Holly want to take a walk on the wild side…hahahah!!”

 Quiet and shy I took the bullying. Little did I know that in a few years I would be walking into a similar underground music scene that Lou Reed climbed out of; a creative flowing rebellious world of freedom, music, art, dark streets, and clubs!

I would be promoting a world of youthful Rock & Roll that, sometimes, does not age; only personally when we die at an age past forty something!!

When I hear Walk on the Wild Side I smile now, a song, because I did take a walk on the wild side. Being weird is always a terrible threat! A wonderful and eternal weirdo place way to be!!

The reminder of death.. by Hudley Flipside

The reminder of death..

Summer nights…

Dudea and Mr. Po Po romancing the summer night air…

Dudea and Mr Po Po romanincg the summer night air by Hudley

“You will not find your place in this universe or form a basis for understanding her mysteries until you … realize that Mother God and Father God are profoundly in love.”

~ Ken Carey..

And can we apply this to kitty kitties? I think so… at least the Egyptians thought so..

“Prometheus” a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Prometheus” is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, in which the character of the mythic Prometheus addresses God (as Zeus) in misotheist accusation and defiance. The poem was written between 1772 and 1774 and first published in 1789 after an anonymous and unauthorised publication in 1785 by Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi. It is an important work of the Sturm und Drang movement.”

Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Cover Your heavens, Zeus,

With cloud vapor

And try Your strike, as a boy

Beheading thistles,

Against oaken tree and mountain height;

You still must leave me

My Earth standing

And my hut which You did not build,

And my hearth, home’s glowing

Fire which You begrudge me.

I know of nothing poorer

Under the sun than You gods!

Indigently You feed

Your majesty

On proffered sacrifice

And breathfuls of prayer.

You would starve to naught

If children and beggars

Were not such fools full of hope.

When I was a child

That knew not its way in the world

I would lift my deluded eyes

To the sun as though out beyond it

There were an ear to hear my complaints

A heart like mine

That would take pity on my oppression.

Who came to my aid

Against the Titans’ and their insolent rage?

Who delivered me from death,

From slavery?

Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,

Who achieved it all?

And, swindled in your youth and good will,

Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,

For that mere Sleeper on high?

I should honor You? For what?

Did You ever gentle

The ache of my burden?

Did You ever dry

The tears of tribulation?

Was I not forged to manhood

By Time Almighty

And Eternal Destiny,

My masters and Yours?

Perhaps You believed

I should find life hateful,

And flee to the wilderness

Because not all my blossom-dreams

Reached ripeness?

Behold

Here I sit, fashioning men

In my own image,

A race after my likeness,

A race that will suffer and weep,

And rejoice and delight with heads held high

And heed Your will no more

Than I!

The poem was set to music by J. F. Reichardt, Franz Schubert (see “Prometheus”, 1819), Hugo Wolf (1889) and F.M. Einheit (1993).

Jupiter-Uranus Conjunctions in History, with Richard Tarnas

April 21, 2024

https://theastrologypodcast.com/2024/04/21/jupiter-uranus-conjunctions-in-history-with-richard-tarnas

Waiting for the big apology.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

“Especially people who care about strangers

Who care about evil and social injustice

Do you only care about the bleeding crowd

How about a needy friend?

We all need a friend.”

Hud 1979

The ongoing bitch about a group of men who showed their true ugly colors.

When JAMES JUNE SCHNEIDER first contacted me about the documentary “Punk the Capital,” it sounded great. I was excited because some guy was doing a documentary about the DC punk scene.

We at Flipside Fanzine supported their scene. We developed friendships with many of the personalities in that scene. The only sore thumb was Henry Rollins.

I supported their GoFundMe page and the camera person and director, James, came to my home and interviewed me.

I put together a giant cardboard presentation with all the DC Bands we interviewed or had written in to Flipside Fanzine. A very intense art board with lines drawn between the many players in the scene.

I gave them my interview with a few of the DC Boys and friends on my KFJC Flipside Radio 1984. And clips from Flipside Videos of the boys DC skating together.

I was the only Flipside person available to help them. So, I did.

On the premier of the film in Los Angeles I was told that I was edited out of the documentary.

James and Hudley in her office.

That is all I was told; besides, I was edited out because I wasn’t from DC. So why did you come to Los Angeles for an interview with me? My son was there to take pictures.

DC CAMERA MAN in my home

Mr. Rollins at a happening event. Rock Fight Curated by Timothy White

Rock Fight Curated By Timothy White

Look at the funny Ian MacKaye

My heart dropped to the floor, but I put on a brave face as a loyal fan and friend of Ian and the DC bands and boys.

I was told I would be on the panel and engage with the audience since I was there to represent the Los Angeles Punk Scene, Flipside Fanzine and I thought I was in the documentary.

I helped him promote the event too. With no mention of exclusion from the panel or documentary.

The worse part was I was not on the panel, Ian patronized Flipside Fanzine and marginalized me as well.

My layout was used in the documentary without any mention. That only came later when I told James about it.

I was left with a broken heart, I was marginalized and ignored.

Then Ian said the big no no,

“Where the hell is Al Flipside anyway?”

Knowing I was in the audience to talk for Flipside Fanzine as a co-owner and publisher of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

The only thing that was used in the documentary from my interview was a quick comment from Al Flipside.

As a woman in the punk scene who put her heart into it, I felt dreadful. So disappointed and I have turned my admiration for a DC scene to disillusionment and animosity.

How can these DC punks who respected integrity, straight edge and mindful insight be so cold, so heartless.

My interview was replaced with some guy from a band reading Flipside Fanzine. A little peculiar letter that was so out of context and hideous. I found it insulting me directly.

The guy is Boyd Farrell from Black Market Baby.

The director did try and compromise with me. He asked me to present an event but bailed on me.

What an asshole.

So, I hope someday Ian, the director JAMES, Henry Rollins, and Boyd Farrell apologize to me.

If character is destiny… they have all failed, the punk scene and a fan and friend who just happens to be a woman…me. Now, I only see them as sexist, undignified jerks… what a disappointment.

A good reason for Al Flipside not to be there. He would be just as disappointed as I was. There is a reason he let go of the punk scene. Now I understand.

“Easy to Be Hard” is a song from the 1967 rock musical Hair. It was written by Galt MacDermot, James Rado, and Gerome Ragni, who put the musical together in the mid-1960s. The original recording of the musical featuring the song was released in May 1968 with the song being sung by Lynn Kellogg, who performed the role of Sheila on stage in the musical. The song was first covered by American band Three Dog Night on their 1969 album Suitable for Framing,[1] with the lead vocal part sung by Chuck Negron,[2] and was produced by Gabriel Mekler.[3]

Active Imagination

“Active imagination refers to a process or technique of engaging with the ideas or imaginings of one’s mind. It is used as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds. Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation.”

“Enslave me and I am a dangerous enemy; command me and I will make you mad; give me life and you will die.”


― Patrick Harpur, Mercurius: The Marriage of Heaven and Earth

Individuation


I am having a challenging time with this Mercury Retrograde. So, I decided to take some skills I have learned over the years with “active imagination.” I did engage in communication with the planet on various levels. As a planet, an intellectual being (very Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,) astrology and astronomy.


I came to an interesting dialogue with the simple ideas of; don’t force things, go with the flow, and enjoy reflection with an awareness of what lessons are essential to learn.


The most interesting thing came the next morning when my geophysics son explained to me how things move in space.

When rockets leave the earth, they do not travel in a straight line but in a circular one even a spiral. And gravity in space can be used as an advantage or as a good kind of disadvantage in space travel.


Again, he told me some things about Mercury, the closest planet to the sun. I did not realize that it is smaller than our moon and of course has no moons of its own.


Mercury based on Mercurius, that is a lot to learn here, is always open to this type of intelligent awareness and dialogue. You should try it. Be astounded by Mercury Retrograde’s curious responses.

Whiskey down like a cowboy Jan. 6 rioters are felons.

“And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel”

~ The City Of New Orleans Song by Arlo Guthrie

He heard the traitor, dog breath, hater and had to respond. And after swallowing his whiskey down like a son of a train engineer, he said this.

“I think upon what my anarchist friends told me what a real hostage was.

A person held by one party in a conflict as a pledge pending the fulfillment of an agreement: a person taken by force to secure the taker’s demands. One who is involuntarily controlled by an outside influence.

These Jan. 6 rioters are felons. A felon is someone who has committed a crime or has been legally convicted of a crime.

Donald Jackass Trump has not helped these felons, as sad as it seems. He is only using them to further his lies and disdain for our democracy. He separates and divides. He should be in prison with them. It is a pity for us all that he is not silenced.”

“To a man born without conscience, a soul-stricken man must seem ridiculous. To a criminal, honesty is foolish. You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.”

― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

A free shot of whiskey for a presidential slogan..

Misunderstood, Nina Simone, The Animals, The Saints and the lovely Elvis Costello.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Dedicated to The Henry of Rollins

Songs are amazing and these two songs, Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood and (i’m) Misunderstood, always made me familiar with feelings that were happening in my life. Kinda a part of my life for a long time.

Today while Spring cleaning my closet office space. Everything seems tight. Then these two songs came to mind. Songs that made me feel human. I love both and they have a history.

Being misunderstood is often an issue and these two songs explain it so well while getting all the emotions together. We are all sorry at times… we all want to be loved.

Funny how today the songs finally hit me and now I listen. They kinda superimposed on each other in my mind. The 60s and the late 70s and beyond.

Well If I get edgy, I want you to know
I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems, I get more than my share
But there’s one thing that I would never do
‘Cause I love you
Oh

” “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” is a song written by Bennie Benjamin, Horace Ott and Sol Marcus for American singer-songwriter and pianist Nina Simone, who recorded the first version in 1964. “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” has been covered by many artists. Two of the covers were transatlantic hits, the first in 1965 by the Animals, which was a blues rock version.”

Nina Simone

The Animals

You’re all talkin’ ’bout better days
If I got one I think I’d go insane
I’ve been misunderstood for too long

“Eternally Yours is the second album by Australian punk rock band the Saints, released in 1978. Produced by band members Chris Bailey and Ed Kuepper, the album saw the band pursue a bigger, more R&B-driven sound, augmented by a horn section. The album also saw the introduction of bass guitarist Algy Ward, who replaced the band’s previous bass player, Kym Bradshaw in mid-1977.”

The Saints

Elvis Costello

“Rather than scrap the session we cut a slow, violent version of the Animals/Nina Simone song: “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood”. The next day we borrowed Michael Blair from Tom Waits‘ band to add a marimba part, and the record was complete. This may seem ironic as I attacked the song with a vocal capacity that Tom might have rejected as being too hoarse.”

~ King of America (Liner notes). Elvis Costello. 1986.

The mystery is accepted!

Wild flower in my garden comes forth singing Coyote’s song…

Does it seem braggadocio to say that I am no longer searching.

Blake, Jung and The Divine Comedy no longer guide me? All the religiosity I have learned pales in comparison to what I found within myself … nature, mother father God … the medicine wheel, praying mantis, Dionysus. 

The mystery is accepted! Creativity and the simple things in life guide me. 

I still have ambitions and needs which inspire me but it is different now. 

All the emotions play now… a compassionate nature almost crescendo at times … but passes.

A connection to the earth and the cosmos. 

I’m heard and I hear … 

As wild lovely flower! 

Dishonesty Unsociable

A little Divine Comedyesque.

“IPO

(Idiot People Organization)

If he is being called a Christ. He must be crucified like a Christ.”

The smell of Whiskey flowered through the Spring air during holy week.

Mr. Fuck came out of his bomb shelter to share a campaign truth for a free shot of Whiskey.

And so, his buddies Mr. Crap and Mr. Shit started going through old comics and did a little recycling.

The rebirth of art is child’s play but very uplifting.

Flopside Comics Be More than a Saint, I mean Asshole..

(Spear of destiny the holy lance)

“youthful rebellion days”

Putting this together was my heart’s dream. Which came to my mind as many projects do. Some move forward and others dissolve. I did try group involvement and tried to pull in the many hands in how to present my heart’s dream.

An episode is a narrative unit within a larger dramatic work or documentary production, such as a series intended for radio, television, or on-line consumption. Episode derives from the Greek term (Ancient Greek: ἐπεισόδιον / epeisodion), meaning the material contained between two songs or odes in a Greek tragedy.

A little personal Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine information…

The reason I left Flipside Fanzine was for personal reasons. Al went on without me… we left each other. Like all break-ups, it was not easy for either of us. I came to Flipside with what I left it with … myself.

Even though I had a legal right to Flipside. Yet it was myself I was thinking about. My health and well-being. I was very burnt out. I also had two miscarriages. I escaped to the East coast to get away.

He had plenty of people to help out… as well. I am amazed how others know our story better than Al and I do.

Now as many have over the last 10 years or more have come back to affirm their life in the punk scene.

Mine is to protect and preserve the narrative 1977 to 1989. As a co- owner and editor of Flipside Fanzine.

Over the years I have found dissected Flipside material all over the place. No original source tagging. So, I pull it back into a narrative as best as one person can do. To make Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine whole again.

It has not been an easy journey.

Yet some people whom I really don’t know very well tell me how things were when they were not even there. Instead of understanding my mission, I am belittled, and Al is made out to be some sort of saint.

I would be happy to see you ‘90s Flipside People’ produce a book or narrative like I have to tell your story.

I have. It is honest and you cannot tell me mine by hearsay.

I have collaborated with many people helping them out with their stories. And some are nice, and others have taken advantage of my kindness.

If you want to address me in the future a private message would be nice. Yet cruel and insulting comments as you have been making will be deleted again.

I reached out for participation from fans, and I reached out to those who worked on Flipside Fanzine. And the sound of the desert was everywhere.

Fortunately, a few years ago, I went to a local synagogue for an art event. An artist was giving a lecture on creation stories and art. I was amazed at the insight and reflection in his presentation, but it was how he finished his talk with our own personal creation story. He said,

“We can all render our own creation story as a painting, a poem… there are endless ways to tell a narrative of your life.”

I thought about my tenure as publisher, owner, editor of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I was vague on the actual creation story for this fanzine.

Then it hit me hard to tell this narrative. So, I gathered the original staff of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine, as many as could address the issue. X-8 declined which was sad to me for he was the actual creator of this fanzine. Al is not interested and seems he has fallen off the edge of the world. Pooch and Pete gave me a run around.

Al and I produced a system that worked for us running a punk rock fanzine. You can ask someone once or twice to do something but never a third time…

“Just isn’t going to happen.”

We did it ourselves or someone else would jump in. That is how it was done.

This is how it is still done. Larry, Tory, and Adolescents singer Mr. Tony Reflex were there to do it. Even Mike Ness, from the band Social Distortion, was up for an interview. As we are old time friends. Yet he did not pass the test… so I had to move forward.

I am incredibly happy with what came forward with three honest great storytellers of the highest order in my mind. How grateful I am for a solid Los Angeles Flipside Creation Story.

I did a little research while in the process of achieving these interviews and how I presented them.

A little advice from my protagonist American film director maker Michael Moore, and even a tidbit from my nemesis, American singer, writer, spoken word artist, the Henry Rollins.

I read that Michael said you begin with what you have around you and Henry said, once in a documentary, that a lot of us did not keep or preserve our stuff and that upset him.

I started this narrative creation story with Michael’s advice, and I was happy to disappoint Henry with a positive to his negative. I have a lot of preserved stuff from my “youthful rebellion days” as a fanatical fanzine punk rock journalist.

Hallelujah.

The details are not as important, but I worked with Zoom, my iPhone, Adobe Premier Pro, and many other little ‘willy-nilly’ of D.I.Y. learning as you go. Created all during the end of the Southern California COVID-19 pandemic.

As I say it not the best or the worst, creation narrative or Epeisodions yet it does tell a story…. Flipside Fanzine is all in the voice of a punk, band member or artist or the old dame sitting at the edge of the pub surfing her stool, like me!

Mission complete.

Hudley Flipside,

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Narrative Documentary Film. “Epeisodion One, Two and Three

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

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Wild Filmmaker February 2024

“Ah droogie, don’t crash here” or the Akashic Records Compass to The Earth… Bowie Style…

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

“Oh don’t lean on me man, ’cause you can’t afford the ticket

I’m back on Suffragette City

Oh don’t lean on me man

‘Cause you ain’t got time to check it

You know my Suffragette City.”

Sitting outside like any other day with the cats I did see a bee fly around close to me. Once a bee even flew to the center of my Dionysian Hollyhock tattoo as if looking for pollen.

Today a bee flew softly around me, the sound of a subtle buzz sound alerted me to him.

Bee lands on the top of my coffee cup. Slowly moving down to the bottom of my cup. There only finding a small amount of coffee and honey left at the very bottom. How did bee know?

I got up and went to get my camera to take a picture, but by the time I got back the honey, coffee and bee were gone. Imagine that?

Wonder if little bee comes back tomorrow?

Last night’s dream was extremely uncomfortable, but it led me on a musical journey. Finding “Akashic records,” song wise.

I was finally going to Europe with a friend. Everything was packed and I was in the airport with a lot of tickets for all the places I would go to and the many traveling adventures. Yet then it all fell apart.

I lost my tickets and suitcases and found them again. I could not find where my flight was. I thought I heard,

“Harlequin City” level.

I was to catch my flight at 9 PM where my friend was supposed to meet me.

I was confused and only found myself finally bending over as if David Bowie superimposed on a William Blake painting, The Ancient of Days Setting a Compass to The Earth (1794).

I awoke I heard the “Harlequin City” morph into the song “Suffragette City.”

This song’s “Akashic records” lead me on a journey too. I found out who influenced our friendly Harlequin.

Opening up to me a delightful selection of songs which brought a comfortable closure to a bizarre and terrible nightmarish dream.

Often, I read how we all influence each other as Puck from A Midsummer-night’s Dream who mimicked everything around him. We can’t help it.

Here though we see a glimpse into David Bowie’s mimicked song “Suffrogette City.”

According to Doggett, before “Suffragette City”, the only popular song to contain “suffragette” in its title was “Sister Suffragette,” from the 1964 film Mary Poppins.

He argues the film’s song has more to do with women’s liberation than “Suffragette City” does.”Suffragette City” includes the lyric “Ah droogie, don’t crash here”, a direct reference to the Anthony Burgess’ novel A Clockwork Orange (1962); Stanley Kubrick’s film adaptation was a major influence on Ziggy Stardust’s cultural grab-bag, dictating both costumes and pre-show music on tour.

The song was written only a few months after the film’s release in 1971.

The famous, “sexually charged” hook “wham bam, thank you, ma’am!” previously appeared as the title of a song on jazz bassist Charles Mingus’s 1961 album Oh Yeah, as well as a 1967 song by the Small Faces.

Bowie also uses the “hey man!” backing vocals in the same style as “white light!” from the Velvet Underground’s 1968 song “White Light/White Heat”, a line from the 1970 song “I Found Out” by John Lennon, a Marc Bolan-esque boogie, “some Flamin’ Groovies speed, some Jerry Lee Lewis swagger”, and a “dose of hard rock theatrics” to finish it out.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suffragette

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suffragette_City

“Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.”

~ Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

Charles Mingus Jr. (April 22, 1922 – January 5, 1979) was an American jazz upright bassist, composer, bandleader, pianist, and author.

Small Faces were an English rock band from London, founded in 1965. The group originally consisted of Steve Marriott, Ronnie Lane, Kenney Jones and Jimmy Winston, with Ian McLagan replacing Winston as the band’s keyboardist in 1966.

“White Light/White Heat” is a song recorded by the American rock band the Velvet Underground. It was released as a single in late November 1967 with the B-side “Here She Comes Now”. The following year it appeared as the title track on their second studio album of the same name.

“I Found Out” is a song by the English musician John Lennon from his 1970 album John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band.

Marc Bolan born Mark Feld; 30 September 1947 – 16 September 1977) was an English guitarist, singer-songwriter and poet. He was a pioneer of the glam rock movement in the early 1970s with his band T. Rex. Bolan strongly influenced artists of many genres, including glam rock, punk, post-punk, new wave, indie rock, Britpop and alternative rock. He was posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2020 as a member of T. Rex.

Flamin’ Groovies is an American rockband that formed in San Francisco in 1965, originally co-led by Roy Loney and Cyril Jordan.[5][6] After the Groovies released three albums, on Epic (Supersnazz) and Kama Sutra (Flamingo and Teenage Head), Loney left the band in 1971. He was replaced as co-leader by Chris Wilson, and the band’s emphasis shifted more toward British Invasionpower pop.

Jerry Lee Lewis (September 29, 1935 – October 28, 2022) was an American pianist, singer and songwriter. Nicknamed “The Killer”, he was described as “rock ‘n’ roll’s first great wild man”. A pioneer of rock ‘n’ roll and rockabilly music, Lewis made his first recordings in 1952 at Cosimo Matassa’s J&M Studio in New Orleans, Louisiana, and early recordings in 1956 at Sun Records in Memphis, Tennessee.