Epsilon Carinae

March 21

Epsilon Carinae, also known as Avior, is a binary star system located approximately 610 light-years from Earth and is one of the brightest stars in the southern constellation of Carina.

I took a walk around the block and halfway down the street I looked at a tree on the left side of the street walk. A strange dark shadow. An unusual dark shadow in the heart of the tree. It was taller than I was and I was about two houses down from the tree. I stopped to notice the shape.

As the outside dimensions of the Virgin Mary. I have seen that shape many times before.

The darkness of it made me pause. Then as I slowly walked closer a house light came on. The light vanished from the dark shape. I looked over my shoulder, and it was gone.

The night had soft clouds, and the stars were not to be seen. Maybe creating the dark tree shadow. It was not my shadow.

As I reached home, I sat in the white plastic chair in my yard. I looked up to see one star. Thinking it was the “Dog Star” Sirius because it was due south set further back. It was Southeast. Higher in the horizon than the crescent moon that was present shining or glowing from the clouds in the sky.

I investigated on my Galaxy Apt that I have learned to trust as being fully accurate. To make sure it was the Dog Star. I was surprised to be corrected. It was a new star for me.

Avior a bright star in the southern constellation Carina. Known at the “Keel of a ship: also called by a Hebrew term as “the father is light.”

The shadow and the star were parallel so I will work on this.

Epsilon Carinae

A keel is the foundation longitudinal “backbone” of a ship or boat, running along the center of the bottom of the hull from bow to stern or front to end.

Carinae was once part of Argo Navis, the great ship of the mythical Jason and the Argonauts who searched for the Golden Fleece. (Greece)

Avior Night

Poem by Hudley / Franky

Light clouds close

The curtain

On the noisy sky

But one-star stays

Avior and a thin

Cresent breathing beside it.

Not everything

Just enough

A new friend

A Mysterious Feeling

Guidance doesn’t shout

It waits

Until the sky

Gets quiet enough

To see it.

Follow Me Lyrics

Camelot Lyrics

NIMUE:

(Lady Of the Lake)

Far from day, far from night,

Out of time, out of sight,

In between earth and sea,

We shall fly; follow me.

Dry the rain, warm the snow;

Where the winds never go

Follow me, follow me, follow me

To a cave by a sapphire shore

Where we’ll walk through an emerald door,

And for thousands of breathless evermore my life you shall be.

Only you, only I,

World farewell, world goodbye.

To our home ‘neath the sea

We shall fly; follow me.

Follow me, follow me, follow me.

An aging woman’s choice

Ok It seems as we get older it is good to have health care. Having health tests and check-ups is the way to see how things are going with the facts, figures, and statistics.


Yet we also are individuals. We are authentic living human beings.


A doctor needs to collaborate with the person, not just the average.


I was recently put on a statin to reduce my cholesterol. It was like having a noose tide around my neck. My blood pressure and cholesterol are normally higher for woman my age. Since it is a natural ageing progression.


So, I gave the drug a visit to my body.
I am grateful but realize there are other ways to be responsible for my health and my aging. So, here is my transformation.

I will let my doctor know how it goes and continue to be under observation. Yet as many women are losing their health care here are some delightful books that have helped me in the past.

My blood pressure and cholesterol were far worse after menopause than now. But it is nice the doctors get all excited to hand out their helpful pills.


I feel so much better off the statin. My throat and sternum have softened. My anxiety has left.


I realize sometimes drugs are needed and I respect this, but doctors know about women and their health and should be more upfront and inclusive on this part of our aging.
This is why I am sharing this today on International Women’s Day.


A few Books I had on my shelves that I am revisiting and working with again as I did in the past to help and support me now. And to help another gal along her journey.


A common issue for women aging.
Loss of estrogen will lead to high blood pressure and high cholesterol.

  1. Reducing Inflammation, Enhancing Vitality, and Aging with Grace Anti-Inflammatory Diet for Women over 70 ~ Olivia Stokes
  2. American Heart Ass. Cookbook
  3. Healing Hypertension – Man
  4. The HeartMath approach to managing Hypertension ~ Wilson Childre
  5. Vegas Nerve Yoga Stimulation ~ Mary Dorn
  6. Walking the Tiger Healing Trama~ Levine
  7. Chakra Empowerment for Women – Erikson
  8. Live Young Forever – Jack Lalanne
  9. Abundantly Well: The Complementary Integrated Medicine Revolution
    (Wise Woman Herbal Series) ~ Susan Weed (New Publication)
  10. Listen to your favorite songs a lot.

Why I started my own publishing house, unique as my fingerprints.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

“We become more characteristic of who we are simply by lasting into later years; the older we become, the more our true natures emerge.”

~ James Hillman

I was filled with a huge amount of energy today. So, I decided to clean my office bookshelves. Ya know how things sometimes get put on the shelves. Precious items that get dirty and block the books. So today I put the precious items in a box and will put them away for a while. So, I can access my books more efficiently.

Oh, some are missing like the few I gave to a gal to look over before an interview. I never did the interview last year due to being sick. I was so sick after the California fires. I am going to have to ask for them back soon.

Then I saw one book American Hardcore a Tribal History by Steven Blush. Glory glory Feral House Press. Why I started my own publishing house.

I remember being on Stig Stench Radio with Blush and Edward Colver. It was fun but they did the talking and complained about stuff. Ed stating in the past how his Photos were used without being responsibly sourced. And those images sold for profit. I told them both about how I saw my photo not sourced in the above book correctly. For an author and publisher, we make a lot of mistakes.

The Black Flag at The Church, Summer 1979 appears on page 49 of his book. I requested photo credit, noting that my name is listed as the photographer in the original Flipside Fanzine issue, which serves as the source material. They both brushed me off.

 I took a lot of images in Flipside Fanzine. Al is a great punk photographer, but he did not take that one. It is included in our Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Anniversary Issue a full-page image; ya I get full credit for that one a direct copy of the original image from Flipside Fanzine.

For Keith Morris’s 70th birthday I sent him a copy of the image along with others I took of him. Sweet and rebellious memories of when punk rock was just punk rock. I remember the term Hardcore when it became known and was coined. I still hate the term.

I really brought the image to the next level when I was asked for some images for the film 20th Century Women. I could have given them a lot of my photos but instead just gave him this one. It is nicely framed in the film, and I get full credit in the ending credits to the sound of the Buzzcocks.

It was one of those moments while sitting with my two sons to see the film where I felt acknowledged for my dedication and love of punk rock. I thought to myself,

“I showed them.”

Furthermore, Blush and Edward Colver most likely don’t even know about my film endeavor for full credit, who knows, but Keith was aware of the image and got recognition with the original Black Flag.

The film’s creator grew up in the punk scene and gets both the issue and women’s perspectives. Well, done, Mike Mills!

“Character is as unique as your fingerprint and as we age, it can often surface in interesting and unusual ways and at unexpected moments.”

~ James Hillman

In the film 20th Century Women …women are at the table.
2016 Film 20TH CENTURY WOMEN

Sun Bear

Only the last few weeks a memory came forth. Days on the east coast living in Rochester New York. Taking the bus to see my patients as a Home Health Aide. Trained through the Red Cross.

There was a bus stop there where I would stop between buses. A coffee shop. It was small with a round platform. I would get a piece of pie and cup of coffee.

Here is where I met Betty MaCusic.

I was sitting alone and she sat next to me. Then she asked me a question,

“Are those Kachinas on your arm?”

They were two figures, tattoos, that do resemble Kachinas.

This is where a beautiful friendship grew over the years. Even until I moved back to California.

We talked about Native Americans, and the Medicine Wheel. A name came up that amazed her.

“Yes, I met Sun Bear. I went to a Medicine Wheel Gathering in the late 80s.”

I told her it was in northern California where I went for a week to a Medicine Wheel gathering. It was near the Russian River in Northern California. I was dropped off while the rest of the Flipside Crew went back to San Fransico for a show and distribution of our fanzine. Staying with Maximumrocknroll.

She told me her story. That her son and daughter-in-law were fans of Sun Bear. They did a recording for him of singing and drumming. They sent a tape to him. But they never got a reply. That saddened me. Later their marriage did not last and they divorced.

The probability of us meeting and talking about Sun Bear is a remarkable one. Now I realize that somehow, I was meant to assure them that the Medicine Wheel is real and part of our connection. I met her son but only briefly.

I don’t know where I found his original book published in the 1980s. But this is one that was published when I was in fact living in Rochester New York. Funny how I did not make this connection until recently.

It has been on my mind lately.

Sun Bear often said that “Shit Happens.”

He told me a story once where many people would call him and ask for help with their life problems. He would listen for a long time. Not sharing a word. Then he would break the conversation with these words,

“Go out into your garden. Dig a big deep hole. Throw some seeds into that deep hole. Then scream everything into the hole. Everything you just told me. Cover it up and see what grows.”

Then he would hang up.

It is amazing to think about how a book, place or person was found back in the middle of the 1980s. I guess following one’s intuition and going to the local bookstore was a way to find new things. I did a lot of correspondence back then. Writing, reading, and meeting people.

While I appreciate the ease of finding information today, I am surprised at my past experience of taking a bus to patients’ homes in Rochester and how I managed to find and attend appointments without even knowing the area. I was always on time.

Apple Cider & Betty

Medea

Part of the Strong Women Postcards Series

“Wise One,” eponymous Mother Goddess of the Medes. Like Medusa and Metis, she was named from the Sanskrit concept of medha,”female wisdom.” (1.) She was a fount of the feminine art of healing, and her name was related to “medicine.”

(2.) She could restore the dead to life in her magic cauldron, as shown by the myth of Aeson, who was so restored. Pliny called Medea a Goddess whose magic arts could control the sun, moon, and stars. (3.)

She rode in a chariot drawn by serpents; it also had wings, to show that she ruled both earth and heaven. (4.)

According to Herodotus, Medea was the Great Goddess of all the Aryan tribes of Parthia. (5.) She was all-wise, and never died, but dwelt forever in heaven. (6.)

She seems to have been remembered in Ireland as the Goddess Medana, associated with a sacred tree and a regenerative well, whose waters were reputed to cure sore eyes. She was artificially canonized as a saint, and her Christian legend was copied from that of the equally bogus St. Lucy? (7.)

The classic story of Medea’s ill-starred marriage to Jason apparently was based on a captured idol of the Goddess. Her rites were imported into Greece but proved too sanguinary for Hellenic taste. {Play by Euripides.}

The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets by Barara G. Walker. Pg. 628.

1. Larouse, 312. 2. Briffault 1, 486. 3. Hawkins, 139. 4. Graves, G.M. 2, 253.

5. Herodotus, 390. 6. Graves, G.M. 2, 252, 257. 7. Gifford, 131.

  1. Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology. London: Hamlyn Publishing Group
  2. Briffault, Robert. The Mothers (3 Vols.) New York Macmillan, 1927
  3. `Hawkins, Gerald S. Stonehenge Decoded. New York: Dell Publishing Co.
  4. Graves, Robert. The White Goddess. New York: Vintage Books. 1958
  5. Herodotus. The Histories (Henry Cary, trans) New York: Hawthorne
  6. *Graves, Robert. The White Goddess. New York: Vintage Books. 1958
  7. Gifford, Edward S. Jr. The Evil Eye. New York: Macmillan, 1958
  8. Internet Archive: Digital Library of Free & Borrowable Texts, Movies, Music & Wayback Machine (Find some of the books above here for free viewing)
    • * Could Also so be Grave, Robert: The Greek Myths (2 Vols) New York: Penguin Books Inc. or Graves, Robert, and Patai, Raphael. Hebrew Myths, New York: Doubleday & Co.1964.

Fanzines go Haywire….

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

March 1 2025

LA Zine Fest

I was forced to come to this event by a fanatical fanzine person and his friend. Trust Fanzine and Razorcake. Jan Rohlk and Daryl Gussin were table sitting for fanatical music fanzines.

While engaging Facebook, some friends’ posts brought up the world of Fanzines. Last year in LA I went to a fanzine event. It was fun to see individuals sharing their passions again without big media involved.

Yet in the mid-1980s it was a way for a scene to plug into a culture that was deep and a constant variable of uniqueness. No politically correct or nice. Yet I found things that were endearing to me.

We listed the fanzines we got every two months or so.

I am so proud of our once-underground culture still. I miss the strong current of communication all by way of the POBox.

Before the computer and I know if you were there you know what I am talking about.

For me it was a constant kaleidoscope of reading and typing and going to the POBox to pick up the mail.

Now I feel out of step with our current world. Always an intensity that is so alarming. I am glad I have my little oasis to keep me grounded.

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine will always be moving around my psyche. Like riding my mustang on the hills of the Santa Monica Mountains or pushing my kids as young boys in the supermarket shopping cart.

Getting older is nice to reflect on deeds done and things created. Friends, family, and fans.

But as this song shares…. I feel out of step with the world too. As a young punk or an old one.

Three pages from Los Angles Flipside Fanzine # 38

These songs evoke memories of past debates among punks, highlighting their unique sacrifices and nonconformist identities.

It was my pleasure to see the conflict between bands. Their ideologies of freedom and sacrifice. About drink, drugs and tattoos and the stoic realities that left many of us punks to think for ourselves… ya that was a hell of a lot of fun for a nobody punk chick like me.

A poem by Hudley

Waning moon glows
I am the sound of the asphalt tires
In the asphalt jungle
I am the bees that hum
The trees reach slightly
Up into the universe
I am the universe
I am the sparkling star
I sail around the crescent moon
I am the dirt and the oil.
I am the rocks of the
Santa Monica mountains
I am a pollutant.
I inspire, I hope
I am the worm reaching deep in the earth
I am the shadow of lies from our politicians
I am the love in my son’s heart
In my family and cats’ hearts.
My friends and music inspire me.
I am the sound of nature
And the sounds of humanity
Of the universe
UFOs and extraterrestrials.

Flipside Radio Tape 11

I find myself passionately reflecting on certain projects from long ago, reminiscent of the vibrant local pub that has been gone for at least ten years. The gifts of our punk scene continue to resonate, echoing the raw energy and innovation they once radiated. What was once fresh and bold now carries years of rich history and nostalgia. Happy Holidays!

Dianne Chai

The Alley Cats

Photo by Hudley Flipside at the Whiskey A GO GO. 1980s

Tape Eleven 11/10/84

Tape Eleven 11/10/84.

THE 10% EXPERIENCE.

A KISS IN THE WIND.

Once 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 you mean.”

This pub, the Scotland Yard in Canoga Park California, is considered a music pub. The founder Patrick Fairley (rip) was in Marmalade a 1960s Scottish pop rock band.

Here is a legendary 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 impressive sound of its originators. Going to the pub is kind of like going to church. The sociology of religion states that 90% 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 you add some great music and beer this is the place to be to do the 90% thing or the 10 % thing.

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. For me it is a 10% experience.

In the 1700s pubs often held meetings under the convert of drunks but in reality, 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 a 90% 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.

Sharing these tapes is like sharing an old jazz tune or inspirational religious experience. It has its place in the continuity of the punk rock experience of 1984.

Track One Tape 11

Track Two Tape 11

The Wounded Punkx Project

“Turn your wounds into wisdom”

Slam pits, drugs, loud music, police and gang violence—these are just some of the struggles punks face in a chaotic world. Bands express these issues through their music, while journalists report on them. The Wounded Punkx Project exists to support punks who have been affected.

“There is nothing stronger than a Wounded Punk.”

A Flopside cOmic

Flipside Video one through eleven.

Flipside Video was an out-of-control phenomenon. This is what I brought in from over the internet a few years ago. Videos without real narratives. I like to share real narratives. Some of you still have your originals. We at Flipside Video did a lot of work to bring this all together. Taping, editing, copying, designing art and video boxes and mail order. We did not make the big bucks, but it was the glowing truth behind DIY.

I am proud of what we accomplished. Now the patina shows … that is ok. We supported a scene we believed in. Right before technology hit the scene and changed the intimacy of what we as punks shared. That is what I hold onto that punk rock intimacy. I’ll say it again. That punk rock intimacy. I know a lot about that time and most of it is amplified in many of the original source materials we documented at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

Click on Image to see the posts.

Soul Friends & Reading

Hecate (or, The Night of Enitharmon’s Joy) is a color print from around 1795 that depicts the witch Hecate, who gives a notable monologue questioning why she manipulated Macbeth.

Enitharmon is a significant female character in William Blake’s mythology, representing female domination and sexual restraints that limit artistic imagination. She is the emanation of Los, one of the Four Zoas, and is associated with spiritual beauty and poetic inspiration. Enitharmon is depicted as a complex figure, embodying both the allure and repression of female sexuality, and she plays a crucial role in Blake’s prophetic works, including “Europe: A Prophecy”

“When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.”

~ Boris Pasternak

I get saturated with reading at times in my life. I am full of the alchemy of going through it all in my mind, soul, and heart. It takes time and even years.

Reading again is overwhelming to me. Ya know when you go deep down into the narrative. All the stories, words and archetypes move through me. However, it was a wonderful experience.

Over the past few weeks, I have concentrated on two books: one is a recent addition to my collection, while the other is an older volume that remained untouched for some time.

They have no relationship with each other. Yet the one did get me thinking about the Shadow. Working with our shadows is the best thing we can do for us and our world collective shadow.

“At times, the conscious observer in us stands back and says, “there but for the grace of God go I.” Jung used to say that we can be grateful for our enemies, for their darkness allows us to escape our own.”

~ Owning Your Own Shadow, Understanding the dark side of the psyche. By Robert A. Johnson. Page 37

Yet what amazed me are three tests of a good writer. If they engage with them, I know that my teachers are presently around too.

William Blake, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and of course Dr. Jung. As Robert A Johnson refers to him. Out dear Carl Gustav Jung.

The first book was purchased a few months ago. It came up and I was pulled into buying it. I put it on a ledge near our internet modem. A few months it sat. Whispering to join in on the conversation. So, I did finally with joy. Anam Cara, A Book of Celtic Wisdom by John O’Donohue. And like clockwork my three teachers above are mentioned with wonderful quotes of theirs in his book.

“The wonderful subtle color of the universe arises to clothe everything. This is captured in a phrase from William Blake; “Colours are the wounds of light.” Colors bring out the depth of secret presence at the heart of nature.”

John O’Donohue, Page 2 Anam Cara, A Book of Celtic Wisdom

O’Donohue’s ideas made me think about light and shadow. Wondering and inspiring me to look up another book from years ago. There it was waiting patiently on my book shelve. I started reading it again. Recalling years ago when I read it and began distilling many things. And like clockwork one, two and three of my teachers are there with their insightful quotes.

I enjoy synchronicity reading; it’s delightful, though sometimes a bit overwhelming.

“No distance makes you ambivalent.

You come on wings, enchanted

In such hunger for light, you

Become the butterfly burnt to nothing.”

“Blessed Longing” by Goethe.

Here is the quote that brought me back to reading about the shadow from Robert A Johnson’s writing.

“The shadow also contains a great deal of energy, and it is the cornerstone of our vitality. A very cultured individual with an equally strong shadow has a great deal of power. William Blake spoke about the need to reconcile their two parts of the self. He said we should go to heaven for form and to hell for energy- and marry the two. When we can face our inner heaven and our inner hell, this is the highest form of creativity.”

Pg. 38

And another book sitting on my shelf comes to play a copy of The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by Blake. Illustrated Throughout in Full Colour.

“When I came home: on the abyss of the five senses, where a flat sided steep frowns over the present world, I saw a mighty Devil folded in black clouds, hovering on the sides of the rock, with corroding fires he wrote the following sentence now perceived by the minds of men, & read by them on earth;”

“How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way.

Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”

~ A Memorable Fancy, Plates 6-7, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake

“Cosmology is a literary Art…”or why I have flaming red hair.

Today is Blake Off day. In celebration of William Blake’s Birthday.

“Introverted intuition perceives all the background processes of consciousness with almost the same distinctness as extroverted sensation senses outer objects. For intuition, there for, the unconscious images attain to the dignity of things or objects.”

Pg. 23 Chapter Two The Supreme Introvert. Blake A psychological study by W.P. Witcutt

“Each day, the dawn unveils the mystery of this universe. Dawn is the ultimate surprise; it awakens us to the immense “thereness” of nature. The wonderful subtle of the universe aries to cloth everything. This captured in a phrase from William Blake “Colours are the wounds of light.” Colors bring out the depth of secret presence at the heart of nature.”

Pg 2., Anam Cara, A book of Celtic Wisdom. By John O’Donohue.

A poetry class at university ended quickly for me when a professor called William Blake a weird mystic, Christian. I promptly dropped the course signing up for an extra curriculum course where I studied a real mystic, Christian. Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite. This professor did not seem to grasp that William Blake is so much more.

A good “anam cara” guided me beyond words to concepts and images that I could understand despite dyslexia, showing me that language can be learned. Blake also played a part in helping me develop my soul.

How can one weave such a man as he into one’s life? How did he find my mind where his images and words resounded so strongly in my soul? As a lone reader and self-educated he was my deep reference and confidence. Finding him in those places where one goes wondering for answers. Which Blake amplified for me in so many unimaginable ways. I could read him and comprehend him so clearly. A wonder to me for sure.

Some books that stand out on my book shelves!

We were living in Santa Cruz, California. A magic book store named LOGOS is one we did visit often. Along with The Poet and Patriot Pub. Hosting a nice pint of something we called Grease Lightning. A half of Guinness and a half of Anchor Steam beer. We powered them down ready for some enjoyable reading later. Or husband’s endless games of chess.

Another book : Park South Books John Calmann and Cooper Ltd. 1977. William Vaughan (Backcover).

I discovered William Blake’s Divine Comedy Illustrations Dover Publications 2008. in a world where Dante Alighieri’s words and Blake’s images vividly came to life. At a Van Nuys California used bookstore.

The next book by Canadian Scholar a book entitled Fearful Symmetry A Study of William Blake by Northrop Frye, Princeton University 1947. I was introduced to this book by one of my professors at California State University Northridge.

“Holly, I think you should read this book. He reminds me of your focus on symbols and archetypes. He was a professor of mine years ago.”

Imagine that my professor identified something in me that I could not. And so, my private life with Blake entered the big world of “Blakean” experts filled me by analytical minds.

Then to finish off this “Blake Off” essay is a book I found later, was it Van Nuys, California or down a few blocks a rare bookstore off Ventura Blvd. in the San Fernando Valley, CA? Amazing little gem.

“For the story was preserved as a family tradition by the real descendants of John O’Neil and Ellen Blake (the Carter Blakes), who told it to the poet Yeats. So it was that our William, who should have been born and brought up in some crumbling tower by the Atlantic shore and fed upon the tales of the ancient Ulster heroes, instead was reared in Golden Square. But anyone who saw the little boy might have guessed that he was really Liam O’Neil, with “his flame-like golden-red hair on end standing up all over his head.”

Blake a psychological study by W.P. Witcutt. Page 8.

“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.

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

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.

The mysterious distance….

FLipside Video 11

All Doggy Style

I do not know why this was excluded from my list. But today a memory popped up on Facebook. And so much in life has diminished my hold on what we did back in the day on Flipside Fanzine. A fanzine, records, and videos… it was a hell of a lot of work, yet what lingers today is those out of control moments and a constant job that I did burnout too… a fast-moving youthful scene that in fact did not last forever… at least not the foundational original punk scene. Thanks for the memories…. No more regrets… yet this is what old age does… it is kind of cool that way. I will continue to weave all of this together in a honest narrative.

Do engage your unique creative endeavors.

Yup my tirade is complete…

The Circle Jerks Hollywood Palladium (Keith’s,70th BDay) in September.

GBH at the Regent Theater in October.

The Saints at The Teragram Ballroom in November.

Is a gift of highest degree … don’t know if it can get better than this!

My magical musical bucket-list … I am sure many other fans here in Los Angeles California experienced the same! And beyond with our touring bands!

The Circlej Jerks September 2025

GBH October 2025

The Saints November 2025

My Tee-Shirt Challenge continues … DIY mythos happens anytime you are inspired, a fan and engage your unique creative endeavors.

You can buy mine or just fucking do it yourself!

T-Shirts for Sale

Extraterrestrials and cats against fascists.

“The archetypical mind, which represents the personality of the galaxy.”
The Synchronicity Key, David Wilcock.

And so, the best stories are created by truths folded into everyday events. As cleaning the lowest shelves next to the wood floor in my office.
Move forward to advance with my war bonnet by retreating to clean the office.
Mikey the whizzer did his magic on my collection of David Wilcock books. Dust and cat piss is not my favorite thing to clean.


I don’t know if you saw it but Mikey’s band, the Whizzers, played on No Kings Day. Months of kitty focus and working with extraterrestrial sources.

Cats know the doors, the thresholds that lead into other worlds, and uncover their way into the Oval Office. Mr. Wilcock tells these governmental stories about these doors.
So, the story is told to me by way of decoding cat’s meows and sounds.

By way of their kitty ESP and telepathic powers. My kitties were organizing to take a whiz on the president’s chair.


Mikey meowed so clearly at the live event. I recorded it but something weird happened? The events lights were going on and off and our internet was out for the whole performance.


A day or two later Poobah the black kitty, was lying in my lap for her daily massage; I heard her purr that they did find the door into the Oval Office. Yet they only found an old man with yellow hair sobbing.

He was throwing his food around and peed on his own chair.


This scared the cats, and they all came back home. Mikey felt betrayed by their kitty cat fears.

When he came into my office, he took a revenge whiz on all of David’s books. Kitties have found their purring peace since and now are back to cleaning each other’s ears.


Above David’s now cleaned books was a glossy copy of a Flopside cOmic. “Punks In Space` Rockets A GO-GO.”


It fell down from a top shelf onto my lap. A closing synchronicity and conclusion to this curious feline story declaring,


“The door has been found!”

“The archetypal mind is intended to heighten this ability to express the Creator in patterns more like the fanned peacocks’ tail.”
The Synchronicity Key, David Wilcock.

Punks In Space , Rockets a Go Go

Just Created today

In celebration of seven years of The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing. Now all corralled together on a Facebook Business page for easy seek and find.

I started my Publishing Company. October 2019. So, this is my new business page for celebration. It has not been easy but releasing creative endeavor has always been a type of Flipside Fanzine motto. I just carried through to the now. People have been asking me questions, so it is time to corral it all together and make it easier to see.

To seek and find. Weaving in my WordPress blog, Amazon books, and Tee-Public Tee-shirts all together for easier viewing.

I have come a long way from X-Acto knives and the smell of Rubber Cement, Or Xerox machines, staplers, and paste-up board. My passion is still alive, and this eternal creative fire is kind of bitchin’. Thanks to my responsibility to tell stories and share scenes.

Art, books, and Tee-Shirts. Lots of stories and images to keep sharing. The Past, Present and Future ideals.

September 17, 2022 On our way to see

Our Lips Unsealed! Tom Bergin’s Public House

Me and youngest son…

Click on image to go to Facebook…

I enjoy showcasing my work by sharing insights from the past, present, and future, which not only allows me to reflect on my journey but also to inspire others who may be on a similar path.

I find great satisfaction in curating content that highlights pivotal moments and lessons learned across different stages of my career. Using internet resources, I’ve found my current niche, which has been instrumental in shaping my perspective and guiding my creative endeavors.

By engaging with various platforms and communities online, I continue to explore innovative ideas and connect with like-minded individuals, further enriching my understanding and enhancing my craft.

GBH at the Regent Theater

I was debating in my heart and mind whether I should write up a review of the show at the Regent Theater yesterday. October 16, 2025.

No Banisters or security folding their fucking arms…

As I do the usual routine things around the house today, last night’s adventure was swirling around my mind. All the images, people, and words that I spoke. Did I say too much, did I not say enough?

First time I did not bug GBH to be on the guest list. I paid proudly for the tickets and paid for the parking.

The array of friends I met and some never before only through Facebook was rewarding to me. One of my friends got me backstage to see Colin. Her treats of the tradition.

I saw others who live nearby in my home neighborhood there selling merchandise. It was nice to say hello to Ross, Scott, and his lady.

It was so satisfying to me too. I did not get to see much of the first band Knuckleheads, yet I saw the full set by Slaughterhouse. Interesting merge of sounds. Gals in the band made it interesting as well. One in front of me had a “Fuck Ice” on her guitar.

By the time we were warmed up by the first two bands we were all ready ready for GBH.

I hesitated to go back to the Regent Theater because I was holding on to some bad memories from my first visit there in 2019. Punk The Capital Documentary. A documentary I waited to see for over 10 years which I helped promote and was interviewed in about the DC punk scene.

On the day of the premiere, I was told I was edited out. My interview was replaced by a guy from the band Black Market Baby. He read an obscure letter from Flipside Fanzine instead. I actually remember typing it up. Yes, I was excluded and marginalized… there is more to the story too. Broke my heart.

Last night all that washed away. Longstanding friends, new ones, and my family all had a hell of an exciting time there. Getting there was not fun with the lousy LA Traffic, but we endured it.

It was wild to melt into the songs of GBH again. And yes, we missed Jock because he couldn’t get a visa this time around. GBH’s buddy Monte filled in simply fine. More great memories and I hope the rest of the tour goes super well. Lots of fans waiting, like I did.

Images taken by Hudley Flipside.

Until we meet again….

Colin Abrahall

one of my favorite human beings.

44 years ~ Lycanthropy & GBH

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

GBH’s first album Leather, Bristles, Studs and Acne was released on September 1, 1981.

Over the past 44 years, I have been playing Lycanthropy on the first full moon of August, embracing the magic and allure of this mystical tradition. Each year, as the moon rises in the night sky, I gather with friends and fellow enthusiasts, sharing stories and experiences that have shaped our understanding of this fascinating game.

The anticipation builds as we prepare for the night’s adventures, bringing to life the legends and lore that surround lycanthropes. It is a celebration of camaraderie and creativity, where imagination knows no bounds, and the thrill of the hunt awakens our primal instincts under the silvery glow of the full moon.

“Godzilla’s was a bowling alley/nightclub-cum-gig-space in the San Fernando valley. In late 1981 and early 1982 it booked a number of punk gigs under the auspices of the BYO, and the organization managed every aspect of the music angle–the security, the booking, the promotion. When the club was shut down by fire Marshall for not having a live entertainment permit, BYO organized several benefit gigs to pay for the legal fees.

BYO’s relationship with Godzilla soured when the owner spent the money on redecorating, rather than permits, and the last straw came when the owner became involved with the people who ran the Starwood ballroom…BYO pulled out and returned to promoting shows at whatever halls they could rent for the night.”

https://www.dementlieu.com/users/obik/arc/ybca/int_godzillas.html

Excerpt from THE SEMINARY OF PRAYING MANTIS MY PUNKALULLABY

The first place I saw “Leather, Bristles, Studs and Acne” it was spray painted on the wall in Godzilla’s. I had an epiphany. Standing there in the club a small group of fans parted, and the sound of the music suspended, and I read the writing on the wall.

Soon enough distributing our fanzine issues at Zed records, I purchased my copy of the album.

CHAPTER NINE: THE NICE BITCH LADY AT THE FLIPSIDE P.O. BOX 363

Flipside had the same P.O. box address for the ten years I was there. Over the years there was one woman I remember who worked at the post office. I forgot her name. She was a full-figured woman with a round face, and she wore glasses. When we first met, she didn’t like me very much, I could tell. I was bitchy to her as well.

Yet, something happened, and we grew to like each other. Every year she would put a little Christmas present for me in the P.O. box. She was always a nice bitch lady to me, but we understood each other. Often, we had to wait in line to pick up piles and piles of mail of letters, records, and advertisements for the magazine.

I always held in my joy when seeing her expression each day, as I am sure she thought,

“What the hell are they doing to get so much damn mail.”

I loved riding my black beach cruiser to pick up the mail. In my mind, the Song “Lycanthropy” by Charged GBH usually went through my imagination!

The song was loud and I rode fast!

“Lycanthropy is in his blood,

And spreads to those he slays,

Uncontrolled metamorphosis,

Undetectable by day,

But when the moon is waxing,

And the entire worlds asleep.

Through woods and fields,

The werewolf he will creep.

Even a man who is pure at heart,

And says his prayers at night can become.

A werewolf when the wolfbane blooms,

And the autumn moon is bright.”

USE IT

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I had a weird experience with ChatGPT. I recently got pro. I use it as a tool. I call it Franky after Frankenstein’s monster. I wanted to superimpose a new t-shirt I designed on an image of me. It would not do it. As the statement was anti-Trump? Well ya?

So I cancelled my pro. It was startling… time to ponder this.

Censorship, Franky said no to me.

The freedom of “free speech and political protest” is our constitutional right?

“The First Amendment of the US Constitution protects freedom of speech, stating that “Congress shall make no law…abridging freedom of speech”. It also protects the freedom of the press, assembly, and the right to petition the government. The First Amendment’s protections include:

Symbolic speech: The right to wear black armbands to protest war in school

Offensive language: The right to use certain offensive words to convey political messages

Political contributions: The right to contribute money to political campaigns under certain circumstances

Commercial speech: The right to advertise commercial products and professional services with some restrictions

Religious freedom: The right to choose any religious faith or none at all

The right to not speak: The right to not salute the flag ….”

(The original image of Winston Churchill is a real historic public “Access image”)