I wrote this post a few years ago about my youthful rebellion. With much insight and pain, I wrestle with my past now as a senior citizen crone who is also a punk rocker, a curse, I’m sure.
If the Misfits put me on their guest list today, like they once did in the past, I would go no matter where they play. It would be grand. Yet I know this will not happen and I hope the best for all bands that are doing well. So be it.
We went out of control!
Hudley An Original Fiend Club Member
Helen Jewel roving reporter for Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.
Helen Jewel was a consistent staph worker on Flipside Fanzine during the 1980s. We met her through another friend through Pete Landswick. She lived near uptown Whittier in a second story funky apartment. She drove around in an old primer grey Porsche. She had a distinct style about her that was a bit on the Femme fatale side.
At the time she worked at a local ceramic business and painted ceramic pieces. She was well-educated in the arts and literature and had a wild side. This is why, I guess, she hung out with us.
I remember when I turned her on to The Misfits. We just saw them live and interviewed them for an issue of Flipside to be published. She did not seem impressed at first, even when I told her all about the band. She was not easily impressed by others at all and told me once,
“If someone has the guts to insult me, I know they are my friend!”
The Misfits were going to play the Whisky A Go Go. I almost begged her to go. I told her,
“You just have to see them to believe them.”
She went. I will never forget the Misfits when they hit the stage.
Glen Danzig was between two out-of-sight monsters of testosterone Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein and Jerry Only. Both with their Devilocks hanging down as far as Helen’s mouth.
There just are no words to describe how much fun these guys are to see live, so I won’t, but we went out of control!
Also read, Helen Wrote About Dead Clubs
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