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Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Narrative

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Call To Narrative



Once I received a letter from a mother who demanded we refund subscription money. She did not want her son reading such degrading trash as Flipside Fanzine.



Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine’s story is about a music scene. It is also a relationship held between bands, promoters, advertisers, clubs, and Flipside staff. Likewise, it is about correspondence, those fans who wrote letters into Flipside, who also wrote in with classified adds. Hubs among hubs or friends among friends who worked at creating a punk scene and kept it going.

Locally and internationally from 1977 to 2001, “Flipside” documented an underground punk rock music scene. The importance of any fanzine is to document their scene. Flipside accomplished this and was successful at doing it. The motto “being more than a witness” was a mark of integrity for this Whittier/ Pasadena Sothern California based punk fanzine.

If one was to hold a Flipside Fanzine up and look inside, what would one find? Information, stories, a culture that communicated with each other. A punk scene beholding to all involved.

This is a call to anyone who shares in the continuity of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. This call to narrative, is a call to come forth and share your story.

A 500-word short essay of what you did, wrote, accomplished, worked on with ~ Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

This is a long-term project. A gathering of real stories about Flipside Fanzine. Some will be included as part of the Los Angeles Flipside narrative documentary film.

Maybe you were a band on a Flipside compilation, or a band that was taped live and included in one of our Flipside Videos? Maybe you worked as staff in the late 90s?

I have friends tell me that they wrote into the Flipside classified ads section and advertised for a drummer, hooked up and then formed their band.

Maybe you were a cartoonist, writer or photographer who had your first work published in Flipside?

This is not just a narrative of sweet words, but I hope a story that shares many levels of insight and a good balance of controversial stories such as Flipside’s record reviews or Al’s critical and biting essays.

“I still wait for a drive by shooting because of some god-awful record review I wrote up.”

Best Regards

Hudley Flipside

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

Send essays to….


CALL TO NARRATIVE

hudleyflipside@gmail.com


If your essay is about a certain issue or time frame, such as the 1970s, 80s, 90s or 2000s please reference all your material with a sound foundation. Please reference such and such an issue, article, and page, that type of sourcing of Flipside material and or products. 


A Hello from Southern California, USA.

Today I want to say a hello to all the people around the world who access my site. It is an honor and out of this world cool feeling to correspond, be united in mind and heart, with people all around this globe.

Euterpe plays her music for you…

Regardless of governments, pandemics and all that jazz, we can still go beyond and be friends… share our stories. It is truly amazing to me… I love it.

And I am sure the Praying Mantis is there all around the world… so here is to all Praying Mantis and all the people who share in this strange adventure called life… here on WordPress…

A hello from Southern California, USA.

Thank You, Thank You,

Hudley Flipside


The Rosy Fellowship and Carl Jung

In the early 1980s as a wild crazy looking punk chick The Rosy Fellowship let me in and loved me even though I was very wild. They included me and I grew to love them, trust them, and learned from them.

Life is good and sometimes it is bad. Today I had an old-fashioned Marie Calender’s chicken pot pie and I listened to the Saints. One of my favorite songs drummed by Ivory Hays…

For over forty years I have had both Max Heindel and Carl Jung books dancing upon my bookshelves.

A friend brought them together for me in a book. I had already brought them together in myself and often that contrary element was there. Yet the two I speak of have come together in so many profound ways.

The holy grail, the philosophers stone, astrology, philosophy, psyche, soul, myths, magic, mysticism, occultism, good character building and individuation. Hope from despair, unconsciousness towards consciousness. The strange elements of light, darkness, and shadow play. The real world of freedom and responsibility.

At the same time, I have been asked to go back to the beginning. To start over to be punished for all my studying, prayers, and service. What was inspiration having all turned to dogma.

In the book I speak of it has brought together Max and Jung through a journey like mine.

For Jung it was a walk with astrology and theosophy where he found Max and the Rosicrucian Fellowship in Oceanside California. He took a correspondence course to learn Astrology there. Me too, how wonderful this is to know.

I also took the same train from Los Angeles to Oceanside for visits. The same journey as Max and his wife Augusta Foss. She too was a profound astrologer.



I knew that they held a connection within me but now I have the proof outside of me with facts, documents and much more.

Jung included everyone with his words and the more I study him and his works I find a similar rich world that is within me and outside of me… both Max and Jung helped me to come forward from inside of me to outside of me… as my soul and my creativity… in a punk controlled measure like a good Saints song.

The world is in a constant state of contraries. It is up to each person to find balance. Today is a contrary day for me of great joy and great sadness.


Sabrina Sabrina What Will You Do?

Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire: Episode Three

By Hudley Flipside

The owls were watchful, and the cooing doves made love, but it was the eagle eyes that shown through the hearts of a foundation that worked the land and found colorful peace.

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The Place of The Shells

Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire: Episode Two

By Hudley Flipside

A place of the past and future met in a young, orphaned girl of the prairie…one could hear the cooing of the night dove.

They traded baskets. Sabrina gave them hops and they gave her wampum belts which were adorned with stones and a funny stone with a bolt shape on top. She did not know the names of the stones with bolt shapes.


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Rock Doodles Summer Fun

This is a Flopside Bubblegum Comic I did a few years back. I like to doodle and when I had my HP Printer it came with an online creative app that offered many different options for creative endeavor. The left and right handed kind.

Today Kerry Love Canal, as I affectionately think of him, asked for my rock drawings to add to his site. I may take him up on his offer. Back to doing what I do best, doodle.

SO, here is one I resurrect for Kerry.

Now I must find a creative app that goes with my new Kyocera Printer. I think the best of life is having creative endeavors.

“We Have To Play With Ourselves”

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Click on image box to be tickled by Punk Rock Singers Gone Mad!


Promoting books is not some big gorilla

To publish books by oneself is to find a place which works with an ideal of freedom and responsibility. Working with other publishers did not work out for me. If you want to define it in a nutshell doing it yourself is what punk is. Yup!

They had to do it themselves…. Or D.I.Y.~ cause no one else worked with them the way they wanted to do it. No one else was interested.

We punks created that concept and this created our scene.

Now many people approach me wanting to know the story.

Here is an excerpt from my little memoir that came out a couple years ago. My Punkalullaby is a desirable little punk number. It is not perfect because stories aren’t meant to be perfect … because stories are just stories.

I was becoming one with My Punkalullaby. I coined the word punkalullaby. It means that the whole time I was in the punk rock scene, from beginning to end, it was all about a song. One song to the next pulled me throughout the scene. Once that loud music got into my blood there was nothing like it. I was socially awkward, wild, and morally uncultivated. I was a perfect product for the Los Angeles punk rock scene because I was someone that the normal culture had completely abandoned. Yet here I was, welcomed into an underground counterculture. ~           

Page 17, My Punkalullaby


And though over the years I have tried to hide, ignore, and give it the finger, the punk scene always catches me with a huge tussle to the floor. A revealing movement of love, music, and friends pull me back in.

Promoting books through a small publishing company is not some big gorilla. It is a nudge like a pint at the local pub, a cup of coffee or sharing a yummy cupcake. No big deal really.  Makes me happy. It is amusing to me. Hopefully, whoever finds this little punk number will be inspired to walk through the door. Finding books like this is a pass time that many of us share. The love of reading a story is part of who we are. It is how My Punkalullaby is modeled. To all the books we find or that find us…. that inspire us.


Below is from 1984 KFJC Flipside Radio Hosted by Hudley Flipside consisting of 13 tapes in all.

Tape one.

Tape One track one and two… original cassette tape converted into a CD and upgraded to here… all taken from original cutting edge punk rock records (songs) owned by Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine…. for free promotion and review. 62: 30 minutes with Tape One: OHL opens with Verbrannte Erde. Mini Interview with (Minor Threat / Ian MacKaye, The Faith / Alec MacKaye and Glen E. Friedman/ Photographer Al Flipside is on this tape and Big Frank from Golden Voice,) Eddie & The Subtitles, GBH, Wire Pink Flag, Live Flipside Video with Toxic Reasons and reading of Kahlil Gibran the theme song Valley of the Dolls and much more. Thanks….



Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire

by Hudley Flipside

Episode One:

Call Me By My Name

They met many a nomadic cowhand and grounded sailor. One man in particular caught Sabrina’s eye. He was a scout for a wagon train and showed up seasonally to help at the farm. Colin was amazed how Sabrina could ride her mustang. Before barbed wire or the rape of the land made by the train steam monster there were the wild days where a young girl grew up. She rode a horse, roped any calf, and carried a gun at a young age. Her family, a blending of colonists, found land and made it home.


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My Good Familiars or the Winged Insect Party.

It was that time of year when the shadow comes to visit. I am not a novice on these matters.

Flying in the room the winged insect flue up to the broad support beam between the kitchen and the living room. Dark, lively, and awkward as an insect this bug seemed, it was nothing compared to the sound our yellow tabby was making.

A continuous sweet little meow yelp that was heralding that this cat party ritual had begun !

Next the other three cats came into focus upon this amazement. The two black kittens Poobah and Whisky and then Mikey the noodle love cat. He is grey and his green eyes glowed with the look of attack.

It was late and we did not know how the insect came in the house. The lights outdoors must have lured it into the house somehow. We have a loose screen in the back bedroom.

The cats were jumping on and up to heights to reach the bug. It was brown as a water bug, or cockroach or may have been a beetle of some sort.

The beetle flew into the kitchen to hide. The cats did their rounds. We thought how we could move the insect outdoors into the hot summer night. We turned off all the lights except for the one at the small entrance into the house. As moths fly to fire so this little creature may take the same bate. It did fly out a few times only to fly back as the cats followed it. No luck.

I looked back into the kitchen to where the insect flew, and I swear I saw a cat on the stove.

“Hey, look over there one of the cats is on the stove, it may not be a good place for the cat.”

No cat was there. I did take a picture and saw the dark outline of a cat with white eyes. It was very scary. I thought maybe some darkness flew into the house this evening.  The cats alerted me to something more than just an insect. They are good at that.

I did a brief sage cleansing of our home. I said a prayer while moving throughout the rooms. I especially focused on the kitchen where I saw the shadow animal. I saw the dark shadow outside our kitchen window as I closed it. It was told to leave and not come back. I deleted the image I took as well. A symbolic action.

I then fell asleep on the couch.

A deep underbelly monotonous growl woke me up. I listened and looked around carefully to see where the sound was coming from. Seems one of the little black kittens had the insect contained on the ground. I quickly threw a towel over the insect and ran to the front door to put the creature outside. I saw it struggling on its back. I pushed it over.

Entering the house, the cats were redirected with some treats from the cupboard. They must have enjoyed the insect with wings party.

The cats had their fun. An exorcism needs to be performed now and then and my cats do enjoy the process.

fascist system tied in with a towing impounding company

I wrote to my government representatives and to Sacramento a year ago. No response and here we are going through the underbelly of a police officer fascist system tied in with a towing impounding company that steals your car for ransom.

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A nice Saturday afternoon and we noticed our truck was gone. We called the police and contacted our AAA insurance provider. We thought our truck was stolen. Then this nasty story revealed itself for the darkness that it is.

We have had problems with the DMV during the last year and a half. Lost information, driver licenses never showing up after being paid online and a non-issued renewal notice was not mailed to us. This causing our registration to be about five months behind. Wow what criminals we be?

We went out of Los Angeles County to renew our Real IDs and Drivers Licenses. In a small-town place surrounded by oil jacks, open tree farms and the desert. I really have grown to like Taft California. Has the small-town feeling showing us what it is like to go through a pandemic? Yet the lines and the service at their DMV is short, curt, and done in an hour.

In Los Angeles County the DMV experience is hell on earth. Long lines, rudeness and a heart attack are leering around the corner.

So, we have found a way that moves around this devil. Los Angeles County needs more DMV buildings to service the increase in population that has grown. But no, how could they be that thoughtful or nice. They refer us to an online system that is currently corrupted. Lost files, information and my car renewal and driver license all uncomfortably gone or wicked wrong.  I wrote to my government representatives and to Sacramento a year ago. No response and here we are going through the underbelly of a police officer fascist system tied in with a towing impounding company that steals your car for ransom.

A simple fix it ticket is the decent thing to do. Especially it would have alerted me to the fact that something is wrong. I did not get my car renewal.

No, I am going to renew all three cars we own at the beginning of next year with a certified check. I will fill out the form and mail it in.

Our truck that was impounded is a family car that was parked in front of our home. The police knew that. All it took was a knock at the door, but I was told they do not do that. They enforce laws and the towing companies charge fees. It is the type of scam that you see in the movies. It is real here in Los Angeles and it is a dark story.

So being that it happened on a Saturday we know we had to wait until Monday to get anything done. The renewal DMV online told me that the trucks VIN and license plate were invalid. I finally found a service online called California Need Tags. I paid out fee. Why maybe no drive to Taft California.

I called the police and they told me no I needed a one day driving permit to drive our car to get it a smog check. Oh yes that was cleverly added on to the dark equation of stressful possibilities. So on to Taft California tomorrow to get a one-day pass to get our car out and pay the ransom.  

So, the last dark tunnel to check out is if the Taft DMV will honor the registration fees we paid recently online. We were charged late fees too do not forget. Even though the DMV never sent me a renewal and I could not renew my registration online.

Update: They did not so we had to pay them for registration again.  We wanted to pay our other truck off. The registration is due in September. Yet they told us we could not because it is too early. We have not received a renewal notice either. I usually receive them about 5 months in advance. So, I am overly concerned. I will go to my local AAA to register our other truck in August.

Think about it, for only 5 months late in car registration they can take your car and impound it. Ya you may have the pink slip, and insurance and the car may be parked in front of your home… they can take it.  Even when the DMV fucks up… you cannot… that is a double standard that does not add up. It is called corruption.

The nightmare is over but please be careful. They are all on the take… the police are in the business of “grand theft auto” and holding your car for ransom.

 Mayor Eric Garcetti

 mayor.helpdesk@lacity.org

Brad Sherman

https://sherman.house.gov/

Gavin Newsom

https://govapps.gov.ca.gov/