The mysterious distance….

(Update it seems a lighting strike came through my soul and we went to San Francisco the end of May 2017… my joy overflowed… )


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Catalogue 65, William Blake, “Always In Paradise ~ John Windle Antiquarian Bookseller

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Original post below…

“to give relief or deliverance to for a time…”

“the soul waits….”

Melancholy William Blake Date: 1816 – 1820 Style: Symbolism Series: Illustrations to John Milton – L`Allegro and Il Penseroso Genre: religious painting

I thought we would be driving up to San Francisco to see some of William Blake’s art at The William Blake Gallery located at the John Windle Antiquarian Bookseller. My pilgrimage to see Blake’s work has taken a big reprieve. Time to rethink this again.

Planning a journey to the United Kingdom, in a few years, might be the best way to see his work. A well planned out journey can be done. Giving us plenty of time to research museums and places to stay in the U.K. I will start a Blake fund/budget. Setting goals, reading, and planning are wonderful ways to take on a reprieve from my need to see his real authentic work


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Besides today is a cloudy cool day in May. My kind of weather. Almost as if San Francisco has come to us, this weekend, instead of us going to San Francisco.

Melancholy is a type of reprieve or realization. Time is given to focus within ourselves. Where we can be participating with our imagination  and become creatively involved. That is, if we engage our Sun and Neptune in the right way, astrologically speaking of course.

Something within is stirring. I don’t know what is going to happen? I can wait and see what the future will bring. It is a good bright hope that will be born from an inward reprieve.



William Blake Gallery

http://www.johnwindle.com/shop/windle/WilliamBlakeGallery.html?id=xmZgSBWw

PLaces in europe and the united kingdom to see Blake’s work.

Interesting past exhibition on Blake and who he influenced.

http://www.blockmuseum.northwestern.edu/view/exhibitions/upcoming-exhibitions/william-blake-in-the-age-of-aquarius.html


http://www.blakesociety.org/

I am not a U2 fan but they always come up in regards to William Blake’s work… I do not judge…

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

“Exuberance is Beauty”

The image above needs to be looked at sideways ! Symbolic meaning: We have the left and right side of our brain. We are goodness and evil. A point that we need to be aware of from Blake’s perspective…a balancing act that can bloom into a lovey sunflower.

William Blake

William Blake

I can only gaze at the images of Blake’s work in a book, or on the internet … (maybe at times in a museum) and that will have to do.

I have been pulled into William Blake again. This means trouble because he takes me to strange places of my imagination… like no one else can. The game is light and shadow play, and it is real life. I am reading The Marriage of Heaven and Hell edited with introduction and commentary by Michael Phillips. It is good to have his writing placed in the context of history. Analyzing the why, how and who is important in understanding Blake’s work, but for me the real place is always the inward place of the imagination. We all have this place and all we must do is to use it.

This, for me, is the best place to start with understanding Blake’s work. He does get unbelievably detailed though and sometimes it does take a lot of study time to reveal his meaning.

I like this book of Blake’s because there are only a few editions of this work in the world. He did all the work himself. He is an originator of free speech with a fanzine of his own. Including his opinions of current events, his spirituality and esoteric perspective. He mixes it all up in a wild whirlwind of images and does not exclude nature. Heartfelt satire, humor and word play also splash the pages with words that are even misspelled. Re-created words run through his work.

Maybe this was since his hand wrote out each letter of this book. Who knows?

I find it refreshing and I think back on my days as an editor and publisher of an underground fanzine. To print it and get it out was a fast movement in documenting a growing scene. To me the message was more important than the grammar or spelling and the parallelism I draw from Blake’s work; as he is my mentor and teacher, and what we achieved on each issue is similar. He helps me, in a sense; feel relieved from criticism that I have received. That either consciously or unconsciously he is making a statement; He shows cleverly his intentions as in the statement from the Book The Marriage of Heaven and Hell:

Improvent makes straight roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Proverbs of Hell Pg. 69

Yes, the words “Improvent” and “Improvement” are the same words with the same meaning. Smart, what do you think? Something to ponder. This is what Blake does best he gets us to ponder, think and imagine.

I can only gaze at the images of Blake’s work in a book, or on the internet now… and that will have to do.

This next quote I have chosen is very current and insightful for our times. He also uses something I call “Nature Politics” in his work.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

Proverbs of Hell Pg. 68

A layperson’s notes on the study of William Blake ends here but will continue in the future…


 


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http://www.ashmolean.org/exhibitions/williamblake/


NEW … this October 2016…. and I am so happy!

http://www.johnwindle.com/shop/windle/WilliamBlakeGallery.html

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Catalogue 65, William Blake, “Always In Paradise ~ John Windle Antiquarian Bookseller

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This is the time for Jose Quavo

Punk Rock Historian and Profession Consultant

Hudley Flipside



The San Fernando Valley was a lot of fun for a short time.

Creating plenty of “amber moments” with Lynn, Sue, and a few others.


Today I had to make a Target run for my 100% organic cotton underwear or “panties” for short. Like it was such a big deal when it was announced in the film, Anatomy of a Murder. Yet it amazes me, and I feel like a pervert when I go into the lady’s underwear section here. It has expanded out with a million types of sexy underwear. I guess women put a lot of time in to thinking about underwear and being sexy regardless of the material. All synthetic and… well yucky. The little section of cotton underwear is small indeed.  

“Sister Rose and Sister Blanche.

 Blanche saying they’re going door to door to collect …lingerie…for needy sexy people”

~ Funny / The Golden Girls

Yet I digress, what really got me writing today is a song that came on the PA system while walking around. ‘Strawberry Letter 23.”

“Strawberry Letter 23” is a 1971 song written and composed by Shuggie Otis from his 1971 album Freedom Flight. It is also widely known by the 1977 cover version recorded by the Brothers Johnson and produced by Quincy Jones.

I knew the song briefly 1977 as a time when the tide came in with a variety of music. New wave, soul, disco, pop, punk, and progressive music. All merging in a kaleidoscope of fun.

Starbaby’s, The Mineshaft and The Red Onion were open for dancing. It was a great time for singing in back alleys with my buddies,

“This is the time for Jose Quavo.”

We all took shots and headed back into the clubhouse “to dance the night away.”

This was one of our favorite songs.



Being Unladylike

Punk Rock Historian and Profession Consultant

Hudley Flipside


We have not yet learned to value the creativity, courage, and competence required to negotiate the ordinary but devastating frustrations and crises of human experience.

Jacobs, Ruth H. Be an Outrageous Older Woman Harper Collins. Kindle Edition.

“Alone with just a little bit of soul, right now, now, baby
Darling, everything is gonna be alright
One more time, just one more time, baby…”


What strange times we are living in. The contrary nature of life is overwhelming. Nature seems a bit outrageous and shrilling.

Just last week youngest son was meant to go on his first Geophysics lab above Ojai, California. The coastal regions to studying the mighty earth and her movements.

Then he went to one party with ten friends. The only time in a long while where he felt safe. Then right before the event he got the Covid19 tracer call. He did not get to go to his well planned out lab. That was last Monday. Most likely the worst day of his life. The family all tested negative. We were lucky. Yet I was mad as hell.

The opportunity will come again because that is his major.

Security is a good need, I think. I did not always feel this way.

Today while watching some news about the floods in Kentucky a commercial came on. I don’t know what was being sold but the song caught my attention. It was the song Security.

Otis Ray Redding Jr. (September 9, 1941 – December 10, 1967) was an American singer and songwriter. He is considered one of the greatest singers in the history of American popular music and a seminal artist in soul music and rhythm and blues. Nicknamed the “King of Soul”, Redding’s style of singing gained inspiration from the gospel music that preceded the genre. His singing style influenced many other soul artists of the 1960s. Label:          Volt – 45-117, Vinyl, 7″, 45 RPM, Single, Promo 1964.


But my favorite recording of this song is by, well you know, The Saints.

Label: Harvest – HAR 5166

Format: Vinyl, 7″, 45 RPM, Single Country: UK 1978


What do you do if they call you shrill because you demand your rights? You don’t get anxious about being unladylike. You realize that a man who fought for his rights would be considered appropriate and that ideas of what is ladylike have been used to control women for centuries. You translate shrill to assertive and smile smugly. Congratulate yourself that you have learned how to be assertive in your later years despite your socialization to be a “good girl” and cave in when confrontation arises, fearful of censure.

Jacobs, Ruth H. Be an Outrageous Older Woman, HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

A Reflective Subversion of a single Mustache

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Agent Hudley Flipside


“Who finked on me, how did they find out and why did I ever confess to such a thing….?”


Not for sale yet is part of my personal collection please do not share. Image /Copy from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Courtesy of Hudley Flipside


Muses. Each of the Muses—the patronesses of astronomy, comedy, dance, eloquence, epic, history, music, amatory poetry, and tragedy—artfully forms values by musing upon the goddess Memory who is her mother. We do not need to form our remembrances into art, as the painter Grandma Moses did in her old age, or into a novel, as Giuseppe di Lampedusa did in his. We need only to follow Memory’s daughters, musing over our memories and noticing how they take on significant shapes.

Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life . Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

SUBVERT…

It is a good time for tarot card readings. They tell me to sit back and reflect on nostalgia.

Pleasant Gehman’s tarot card reading site on Facebook is a good read every day to help me groove into a knowing place. Also, Doug Fitzsimmons and Jula Bell Liebi shared an image by Raymond Pettibon on Facebook. It got me grooving on more than a record. Got me thinking about something that happened years ago when Raymond Pettibon and Henry Rollins were pretty much unknown punks moving in an underground punk scene.

As for all the nerd collectors all over the place I am looking for a flyer that SST put out. That would make solid one of the funniest things that happened to me, “as one who caused considerable trouble.” Yet in truth we all caused considerable trouble. And we all bumped up against each other. Yet I thought I never heard of any nattiness from Raymond Pettibon he was always a gentleman I never heard a peep from him. Only his loudness by way of his humorous, sarcastic, and real art.

I have written about this before and mentioned something about it in my book. Yet it came forth and that is usually a sign to me to think about it again and share. Also, I would really like to find a copy of that flyer that SST put out. What it said in general was…

“….. and they hate the LAPD… and HUD….”

Hud is me. So, I remember reading it while driving to the Santa Monica Civic for a show. GBH and Black Flag were playing. The wind was strong with the whisper of,

“Did you hear Henry is looking for you, screaming for you Hud. He wants to kick your ass.”

I was amused but I remember why he would be mad. Seems we came out with an issue of Flipside and their new LP advertisement was in the issue. Slip It In. The cover being an original Raymond P.

Tracking back before the show. I was waiting around as we were going through the issue. Editing and going over the final details. I would often get bored. So, this is when I started to do my doodles in the issues. I was listening to ZoundZ when I did this doodle. ZoundZ – Subvert

I thought the cover was sexist and sick, so I did a subvert action at my work. I put a sharpie pen mustache on the art of the LP right before publication. Not thinking anyone would notice. Really for my own private satisfaction.

A pleasure that keeps on giving…

Funny thing they could dish it out but could not take it back… little boy Henry was blocked backstage from kicking my ass. Charged GBH were there to tell him to fuck off.

Yet what really only being a joke among friends was bent into a loss of the intimacy of the underground punk scene. I knew Raymond, Black Flag, and the Los Angeles Scene and beyond much longer than Henry. With this new element a big coldness was felt in the punk scene. Something was lost for me.

I guess some day I hope to see a little more humor than anger pertaining to this story. It is what disillusioned me the most towards the punk scene. I guess that is the motto of this story. It is a punk rock folk tale. Yet finding the flyer would make it more foundational.

The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them. If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. That is why we put these stories in each other’s memory. This is how people care for themselves. Because repetition is so tedious, we have gone far out for inspiration from philosophers so that we can lift it from banality. Nothing more tedious than practicing your scales or mumbling your beads. Yet the accomplishments of art, the efficacy of prayer, the beauty of ritual, and the force of character depend on petty repetitions any instant of which, taken for itself alone, seems utterly useless.

Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life . Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Muse Of Memory

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

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

https://www.instagram.com/punk_diversity/


James is a slimy person beware!

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant…

It is never easy but always hard work. Regrets that haunt my punk heart!

Hudley Flipside



“Anti-art was the start, establishments like a laugh
Yes we’re very entertaining, overtones can be betraying
‘Tray, ‘tray, ‘tray, ‘traaaying.”

In the 2000s I had a dream with Ian MacKaye, and we were sitting on a bench. It was in a large park. It was a cool wintery day. I looked up and saw large explosions in the sky. I saw UFOs that were large and colorful. He handed me a 3-inch-long circular disk. It was silver with strange symbols etched on it. I wondered what it was. He told me it was mine to have now.


Punk The Capital

A FILM BY JAMES JUNE SCHNEIDER, PAUL BISHOW, AND SAM LAVINE

I hope someday they all have the balls to tell me the truth, officially apologize to me and be sincere about it.


When James and his camera person came out to interview me over 10 years ago, I was thrilled to be included in this DC documentary. All seemed up and up. I prepared a real solid presentation of information and documentation for the film. He came to my home and met up with my oldest son. My oldest took pictures as well.

In retrospection it still hurts my heart to reflect on this. I corresponded with James Schneider. On the week before the Los Angeles Premier, he asked me to promote and tell my friends about the event. I did and also was happy to do so.

I made the mistake of thinking I was going to be on the panel before and after the film. As a representative of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine who took the responsibility to do so. I am also a Los Angeles person who represents music in her city.

I was told in front of the event that I was edited out of the documentary and was told by James that it was because I was not from DC.

I thought to myself at the time, “why didn’t he tell me this before I made this effort to come and be part of something that I was excluded from in such a rude way. Why did he wait over 10 years of correspondence and support to tell me at this moment?”

I had a few friends tell me in other places that they liked the documentary and my part in it was great. I was excited to be included. As a female journalist and co-owner and publisher of Flipside Fanzine It is my mission to promote Flipside and to get it acknowledged in a historical narrative.

I was not included on the panel, and it was Ian who talked for me. Patronizing me. I believe that Henry had me edited out of the documentary.

Another point I want to address is the theme or format of this documentary is put together based on my original presentation. I had a large white board with black lines connecting all the DC players with their documented histories with Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. (vice versa) It really is amazing to see when I saw it throughout this documentary. James told me nothing about this until after the fact. Only after my mentioning it. Then he did an Ian move of only patronizing me.

I guess I wish James would send me the original interview, edited out, I did with him so I can use it in my documentaries.

My interview was replaced by a guy from some DC band who read from Flipside. It was very embarrassing and broke my heart. I know who he is but fuck him.

I have since lost all my love and good feelings towards all of the DC people. None of them have sincerely bothered to stand up for me.

It is very sad indeed.

James used the material I gave him. Only using things that excluded me. Skating and Al Flipside’s voice. Which is good but very strange and it felt sexist. Yes, it seems borderline sexist and extremely telling of these guys. Shame on them.

I saw things I did not want to see. Felt feelings I did not want to feel. I guess I just felt used. It is terrible because everything I did to help the documentary was out of years of documenting a punk scene, the love of a scene and the love of a Fanzine. And God knows we at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine supported Ian, Henry, and the whole bunch.

Not just Al… there were a hand full of us. I am just about the only one these days that does step up to the plate. How about that. PTTTTT.


I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare

Exhibition is the name, voyeurism is the game
Stereoscopic is the show, viewing time makes it grow
Grow, grow, grow, grooow

I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare

My facade is just a fake, shock horror no escape
Sensationalism for the feed, caricatures are what you breed
Breed, breed, breed, breeeed

I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare

I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare

Anti-art was the start, establishments like a laugh
Yes we’re very entertaining, overtones can be betraying
‘Tray, ‘tray, ‘tray, ‘traaaying

I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don’t care, I like to make people stare

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Poly-styrene



In The Midnight Hour

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant.

~ Hudley Flipside


So, this song came forth out of a longing to bring all this tighter together. Fermenting in my being. Diversity, the gospel, soul, rock & roll the wildness and enthusiastic mission of working and recording music.


Rise to stardom: “In the Midnight Hour” (1965)

The genesis of “In the Midnight Hour” was a recording session on May 12, 1965, at which Wexler worked out a powerful rhythm track with studio musiciansSteve Cropper and Al Jackson of the Stax Records house band, including bassist Donald “Duck” Dunn. (Stax keyboard player Booker T. Jones, who usually played with Dunn, Cropper and Jackson as Booker T. & the M.G.’s, did not play on the studio sessions with Pickett.) Wexler said to Cropper and Jackson, “Why don’t you pick up on this thing here?” He performed a dance step. Cropper explained in an interview that Wexler told them that “this was the way the kids were dancing; they were putting the accent on two. Basically, we’d been one-beat-accenters with an afterbeat; it was like ‘boom dah,’ but here was a thing that went ‘um-chaw,’ just the reverse as far as the accent goes.”[13]Pickett, Wilson, The Very Best of Wilson Pickett, Atlantic Recording Corp. and Rhino records Inc., 1993, liner notes by Kevin Phinney


Sometimes I feel I am standing still. I watch the Ed Sullivan show reruns and learn so much more about music. This is a magical place I have found, and I come across stories that inspire my imagination which is anything but standing still. The contrary nature of life now.

I saw The Chambers Brothers band. My mind drifted and I thought of the band Death and the Bad Brains or the mysterious DC band the Enzymes.

The Chambers Brothers band were live on Ed’s show. Playing their instruments and singing into the microphones while Brian Keenan, with a straight back and smile on his face, was thrashing his drums. I felt a jolt of enthusiasm rejuvenate my heart.

A song that moved through more than one, two or three generations and still is lingering to tell us all something real and magical about ourselves and music. Bouncing from the heart of American soil over the big pond to England and back again to the Ed Sullivan show reruns.

This is amazing to me. I am digging it immensely.


Taken from Online source without Photographer Source artist. If you know let me know.

On January 28th, 1943, Brian Keenan was born. Brian was the drummer for The Chambers Brothers. He was previously a member of Manfred Mann. The Chambers Brothers are probably best known for their eleven-minute hit “ Time Has Come Today ” from 1968.


The Jam in 1977: Paul Weller, Rick Buckler, Bruce Foxton. Picture: GAB Archive/Redferns/Getty Images


I’m gonna wait ’til the midnight hour
That’s when my love come tumbling down
I’m gonna wait ’til the midnight hour
When there’s no one else around
I’m gonna take you, girl, and hold you
And do all things I told you, in the midnight hour

Yes I am, oh, yes I am
One more thing I just wanna say right here

I’m gonna wait ’til the stars come out
And see that twinkle in your eyes
I’m gonna wait ’til the midnight hour
That’s when my love begins to shine

You’re the only girl I know
That really love me so, in the midnight hour

Oh yeah, in the midnight hour
Yeah, alright, play it for me one time now

I’m gonna wait ’til the midnight hour
That’s when my love come tumbling down
I’m gonna wait, way in the midnight hour
That’s when my love begin to shine, just you and I
Oh, baby, huh, just you and I
Nobody around, baby, just you and I
Alright, you know what?
I’m gonna hold you in my arms, just you and I
Oh yeah, in the midnight hour
Oh baby, in the midnight hour

Source: LyricFind


Songwriters: Steve Cropper / Wilson Pickett

In the Midnight Hour lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

1965

1967

1977

And see that twinkle in your eyes

The Plastic Hummingbird

“Sabrina fair,

Listen where thou art sitting

Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,

In twisted braids of lilies knitting

The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;

Listen for dear honour’s sake,

Goddess of the silver lake,

Listen and save.”

~ Sabrina Fair (subtitled “A Woman of the World”) is a romantic comedy written by Samuel A. Taylor



I recently purchased a wind chime. Well, it is spiral plastic flowers and hummingbirds that hang on the larger arbor of a hanging tubular burgundy flower bush highlighting our back French doors. They are also solar lights at night that are magical to look at. The cats like to look at it and so do I.

I went for a short cool down swim close to the morning, I looked up to see the plastic colorful hummingbirds and flowers spiraling around in the soft cool breeze. It was going to be a hot day. The Plastic Hummingbird sounded like the nice name of a book.

I started to ponder what the book would be about. The many places we have to be. In nature listening. On the computer writing. Looking into a realm of social media or in our mind’s imagination and then the world of our feelings. We have many places to be or focus our attention.

The world of technology is rather new, but we have long lived in the world of architecture, science, and places of another human’s imagination. Films, books, and music are blending all of these realms.

There is also the intuitive realm or magic, faith, and synchronicity.


Whiskey Girl July 2022

The computer being a kind of oracle. Build by codes among codes among coding… computer programming. A vast new realm of communication on all levels of consciousness by conscious humans or the ‘lack-off.’

Later I went for another quick swim to cool off and once out of the pool sitting on my chair under the cool harbor next to my plastic hummingbird, I hear the sound of a real hummingbird. Under the vining vines of tubular flowers and bush, I see hummingbird right before my gaze. Weaving a little back and forth beating wings of 10-15 times per second. I look at the plastic hummingbird and then the living one and realize the contrary nature of life, plastic, and nature. Quickly grasping those things made and invented by humankind and those made purely by nature.

I flash back to a 1954 film entitled Sabrina. Humphrey Bogart as Linus Larrabee is just discovering something called “plastics” in the film. SO much money, collaborating, thinking and creativity yet no sense of how what they created will affect the environment.

Oh, dear me back to the love story.

“Linus Larrabee: Listen, I work in the real world with real responsibilities.

Sabrina: I know you work in the real world and you’re very good at it. But that’s work. Where do you live, Linus?”

Sabrina ~1995


Hiawatha and Dionysus

Thyrsus detail of Bacchus and Ariadne by Angelica Kauffmann (1741-1807)

As seeing the history of our earth and the water of the earth.

As seeing nature and the growing things and vines and the wildness of this planet.

I think upon the goodness and wisdom of Hiawatha and Dionysus.

Both connected to the earth are the best ones to learn from.

As we see politically, globally, and as human beings we need to listen to them now more than ever.

They teach me to listen to nature, that magic is a gift, and our friends are closer than we realize.

The Dionysian Thyrsus is a powerful compelling campaign addressing the wonder of life and the earth and harmony. It is all within us and outside of us.

Hiawatha speaks to the wind and in our souls of the equality of all things from minerals in rocks and out towards the star beings.

Balance and harmony, creativity and weaving our stories, hope and timeless ambition to run with the windiness of our nature.

Lady bugs to bear, mountain lions to the praying mantis.

Trees and the rivers, rain, and the thunder.

Love making to eating and dancing.

I call upon Hiawatha and Dionysus

I often believe you two are the same

Friends of humanity and the earth.


Hiawatha’s departure: Hiawatha sails Westward into the sunset



Photographic Print of Hiawatha/Longfellow. Hiawatha’s departure: Hiawatha sails Westward into the sunset © Mary Evans Picture Library Media ID 580113

My Three Solids until the day I die.

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

~ Hudley Flipside



Ed Kuepper Rendering by Hudley

Courtesy of Hudley Los Angeles Flipside Fanizne # 54 Anniversary Issue (Replica)

Stephen Stills “For What It’s Worth,” “Bluebird” and “Rock & Roll Woman” are three of my favorites moving songs performed by Buffalo Springfield’


Ed Kuepper “Nights in Venice,” “Demolition Girl “and “Church of Indifference” are just fucking profound songs.


Jock Blyth playing his hardcore punk sounds through “Freak,” “Pins and Needles” and “Stormchaser”


Songs that sample their sound… I love them through and through. Thanks!

Stephen Stills born Dallas–Fort Worth metroplex, the fourth-largest metropolitan area; Buffalo Springfield 1966–1968.

Ed Kuepper: Edmund Kuepper was born on 20 December 1955 in Bremen, then part of West Germany. His family migrated to Australia in the 1960s and settled in Brisbane. The Saints 1976-1979.

Colin “Jock” Blyth: GBH were early pioneers of British street punk, often nicknamed “UK82”, along with Discharge, Broken Bones, The Exploited, and The Varukers (Charged) GBH: 1978–present.

As I awoke from my existential childhood there are three guitarists who have had a profound wake-up call on my soul, body, and mind. From generations the 60s through to the present. Making me happy how these three guys are still moving around the planet and continue to play their songs.

Though I never had the privilege of meeting Stephen Stills, or Ed Kuepper I have met Jock Blyth.

I am friends with Ed on Facebook and Instagram and maybe my annoyance as a fan has zapped him now and then. Because my only addiction is the band The Saints.

I don’t ride my generations as a cult but as scenes mingling amongst sounds and friends. In real time, life and on the internet. The 1960s, 1970s and beyond had the most influence on my life as the DNA that makes up my soul. As an older senior citizen, I am pretty well saturated. Open and way past the need to wake up now it is the sound of these three that calm me, set me free and make me feel bitchin’.

I was overwhelmed and happy watching Billy Porter perform “For What It’s Worth” with Stephen Stills at the 2020 Democratic National Convention. Or seeing Buffalo Springfield on an old episode of Mannix from the 1960s.

Or being moved deep down when listening to Ed perform The Aints song “You’ll Always Walk Alone” on You Tube.

Or watching Jock talk about Tripel is a beer style with roots in the Belgian Trappist beer tradition on Facebook as GBH tours Northwestern Europe.

Now all within the comfort of my cave.