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One band I have seen live more than Charged GBH and The Adolescents are The Dickies; how many times,’ who knows but close to the stars in the Milky Way. An excellent band and even if Leonard Graves Phillips blocked me from his Facebook site, I will always love his band and one song in particular, You Drive Me Ape.

I remember in the late seventies and early eighties the Pogo, jumping up and down as on a Pogo stick, was still part of the punk rock experience. You Drive Me Ape was the perfect song to Pogo too. The audience, at a Dickie’s show, all jumped up at certain times in the song…it is enthusiastic musical ecstasy. A belly full of beer guaranteed to be sweat-off at the end of a Dickies set.

And even though I have arthritis in my lower spine due to Pogoing to songs like this one: I won’t harbor any ill feelings against this band or their songs!! It is just part of the old punk rocker battle cry…. of wild punks gone by. The Dickies a San Fernando Valley Punk band adored by a San Fernando Valley gala, you big gorilla!!

 

All about a Song II: We are the champions by Queen!

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Sue and Holly June 1976 Graduates

Putting this up because it fits with the theme of “All About A Song.”


They played this song at a punk rock night at the local pub! The bartender was a thorn in my side with his mockery! I was sporting my Target video shirt!

(Target Video (aka TargetVideo77) is a San Francisco-based studio, founded by artist Joe Rees, who collaborating with Jackie Sharp, Jill Hoffman, Sam Edwards and others, archived early art performance, punk and hardcore bands on video and film.)

I tend to be paranoid…I heard the talk in the dark corner above the turn tables! I am a wise gal! I have been around the block and letting guys think they are fooling me amuses me!

Happy that they even took the time ain’t bad news!!

When they were still in diapers…

Sue and I saw Queen live in 1977 at the Long Beach Arena! This song was our theme song! The song was fresh, ours and live!!

Sue and I …will keep on fighting tell the end…best friends!!

Sue and I were graduates of high school and known serial killer survivors!!

1977:

Sue had a job, a new brown Pinto automobile and money to spend! I was not as fortunate! She got me a black & white silky jersey jacket for the Queen show! She was sporting her 5-inch platform tennis shoes at the time! Her shoes were nothing compared to the glitter scene giants that we had to tunnel through at this event! What a massive horror show! The last and only horrendous giant rock show I ever went to besides those at the Olympic Auditorium Golden Voice punk shows of the 1980s!


1977 album News of the World

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Target_Video


Animus with the Wind !

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Ancient Egyptian human-headed ba-bird, gessoed and painted wood, Ptolemaic period,
332-330 BC. H. 5 inches. (12.5cm)


“The wind is in truth the ALL-Devourer, for when the fire dies out it goes into the wind, when the sun sets, it goes into the wind, when the moon sets, it goes into the wind, when the waters dry up, they go into the wind, for the wind consumes them all. Thus it is with respect to the divinity. And now with respect to the self. The breath is truth the ALL-Devourer, for when a man sleeps, speech goes into breath, the eye goes into breath, the ear too, and the manas, for the breath consumes then all. These are the two ALL-Devourers; wind among the gods, and breath among living men.”

Passage from the Khandogya Upanishad

http://www.minervamagazine.co.uk/features-content/feature-2011-07-01.html



Hephaestus

A woman engaging her Animus

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Thranduil, Elfin Knight


Blew up a hearth fire


“A third cause lies in the achievements of technology that substitute new means for so many tasks to which women previously applied her inventiveness and creative spirit. Where she formally blew up a hearth fire, and thus still accomplished the Promethean act, Today she turns a gas plug or an electrical switch and has no inkling of what she sacrifices by these practical novelties, nor what consequences the loss entails. For everything not done in the traditional way will be done n a new way and that is not altogether simple.”

~ Animus Pg 7, Animus and Anima , Two Essays by Emma Jung.

Now is the season for fireside chats.

As a child after playing outside in the cold, we ran into the house for dinner. Then the fireplace was open on three sides. The fire blazed with a passion that rubbed the cold off of our faces. The chat around the fireside was dinner and TV shows: sitting on pillows around the dinner table. A big family and lots of friends have currently come down to my immediate family. Now it is only the four of us. I know this will not last forever. Our family may get bigger or smaller…yet fire is still part of this endearing equation.

We still blow up the hearth fire to accomplish the Promethean act.

I have just finished reading two books by Linda Leonard before the warmth of my winter fireplace. Now my life is filled with those that I wish were my friends. Within Linda’s books are stories or mini biographies of women who I would love to sit around the fireside and chat with: Rosa Luvemburg, Maria Callas, or any of the women whose stories Linda shared.

Sitting and talking around the fireplace; just reflecting while watching the fire and imagining freely… is a very healing thing to do.

Years ago, for Christmas I would get a 6 by 6-foot cardboard. We lived in a little apartment and did not have a fireplace. So, I painted one on cardboard: a red brick fireplace with a glowing fire of yellow, orange, and red colors!! My eldest son and I enjoyed many a Christmas fires together, enhanced by our imagination. We talked and played for hours as most mothers do with their young children…in front of the fireplace.


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/fireside-chat/

Yellow

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Ancient Greek pottery c.330 BCE in British Museum – Delphic Tripod and the Pythia.

The worst of times

bearing grief and betrayal

looking down towards the earth…

walking slowly in duty…

Comes up a spring

bubbling and fresh

female voices from the past

speak of hope and inspiration…

Images & symbols in my mind and heart… though stagnant

break open with the right tone

the right words…

the yellow yolk

deeply drips over my life!

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-chap-books-of-poetry/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/moment-in-time/

 

All About A Song: Very Very, Wild Wild…

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

8/30/2022




Jumping in the truck and taking the kid to school. Turning on the radio while a song is starting to play. So, we turn it up as loud as can be. The car radio vibrating as truck bounces its way down the road…breaking the mediocrity of routine by invoking my once “young woman” once more. Looking over at son, he is clearly into the drums because he is mocking the drumbeats.



At the age of 18 the song Ballroom Blitz played on the Telefunken Radio. The radio vibrated on the wood shelve next to the fireplace. It was free FM KROQ.




“The punk scene was like Halloween, Christmas, horror films, and freedom all at the same time. Overwhelmed, I felt as though I was in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, mimicking Puck— taking on the images that were around me without question. 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 though the scene. Once that loud music got into my blood there was nothing like it.”

~ HUDLEY FLIPSIDE, THE SEMINARY OF PRAYING MANTIS, MY PUNK@LULLABY


Whenever Ballroom Blitz came on the radio, I bounced like a rubber ball around any room. A song that is responsible for pulling me into the world of KROQ, Rodney Bingenheimer (Rodney on The Rocks) and the Los Angeles punk rock scene. (Ya there was a time before Henry… amen hallelujah!!)

If a song can encapsulate youthful dreams and rebellion this is the one for me. Like many songs that we take for granted, this tune always seems as new as the day I first heard the song Ballroom Blitz. Fresh, stimulating, and as wild as the Los Angeles streets I soon joined.

It is a very wild song. The word very and wild are my favorite words and I use the words while describing this song…ya ya ya!!

“As punk expanded its hold on the music scene of the mid to late 1970s, KROQ steadily adding more of it to their freeform format, cementing their place in the Los Angeles market. The station’s proximity to Hollywood and the Los Angeles punk rock scene gave it a unique place in the development of this newer music and much later with the alternative rock genre. In the late 70s and early 80s KROQ was quickly becoming one of the most influential radio stations in broadcast history.”

~KROQ Wikipedia


Running From A Mad Doctor

“The image of rain as redemptive symbolizing the tears of transformation, comes up in many women’s dreams and it is a frequent image in the poet’s vision. “

~ Linda S. Leonard

Waking up as from a bad dream. I was holding a gun with the barrel down towards the earth. I thought over the dream…

“Call 911,” I yelled.
The women’s face and the graduation ceremonies seemed to ignore my screams. I only had a t-shirt on. Running from a mad doctor who was diagnosing what illness we had and how we would die. We all were asked to line up against the wall. Then we were asked to stretch out on the shelves. The friendly man with the leather jacket was there with his hand around my shoulders. He remembered my face from the day before.
“Your face looks familiar!”
Where is my husband? After I  found him again we are back in line, and at this point back to where I grabbed the gun. The mad doctor already shot it. Now he had the gun and a big knife on the table as he asked his questions. The mad doctor turned his back to us.  I took the opportunity to grab the gun and I ran out of a building into a crowded dark park. I am coming home from a bad dream!!

Breathing very hard I awoke from the dream with a sound of a lamenting cat. I closed the door. I did not want him in. I do not want to hear him. Around the house I heard his lamenting: lamenting, lamenting and lamenting. He is a rooster-cat as the sun is rising. Feeling hot and cold and running to get the cat food, I opened the can and chopped the cat food up; also opening the door to let one in and one cat out. I ran back to a hot cold bed. A bounding idea pushed its way into my sleepy fast beating heart as I said to myself,

“maybe I should have not run away. I could have shot the mad doctor in the foot instead?”

Comforting my mind…my mind…in my mind I thought;

“I will shoot the doctor in the foot. I am thinking… I am shooting him as he turns to look at me….now!! Let all the people suppress him now and stop our torturer!!”

Up from bed with coffee. I sit to read the above quote about rain… as it is also raining now.

I call it the praying mantis pose.

“Anti-art was the start
Establishments like a laugh
Yes we’re very entertaining
Overtones can be betraying
(‘traying, ‘traying, ‘traying, ‘tray-ing)”



“Assume a particular attitude or position in order to be photographed, painted, or drawn.

“she posed for a swarm of TV cameramen.”



“You can’t show some far off idyllic conception of behavior if you want the kids to come and see the picture. You’ve got to show what it’s really like, and try to reach them on their own grounds.”


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I finally brought the images together. I am indulging my ego tonight. So often I see posts about getting rid of our egos. I do not think we should. I don’t feel we should get rid of our egos or throw out our shadows! No guilt!!! Our rebellion somehow should linger in our maturity. (If we survive and don’t stay young forever by dying young ?!) 

It is what we need as a foundation for what it is to be human. Tonight, two images are part of my need to hang on to a part of the beautiful youthful ego that is still in me somewhere. It is a fun image. I call it the praying mantis pose. It is very poser!

The second is an image of James Dean from the film Rebel Without a Cause. I just watched the film again on TCM. It hit me again too, that poser-pose.

I love it too. It got me thinking again about the image that I have compared it to in my mind all these years. It makes me think there is magic in all this. Some strange synchronicities that I am not aware of currently?? That is all. Mission complete!!

I added this pose from William Blake’s work. How amazing. The randomness and importance at the same time.


“This is all about serendipity and fun. We are all a puzzle piece to a very big mystery known as life and beyond.”


I Am a Poseur

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“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.”


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Teaching Nature politics

At the museum
Youngest son at the Museum

Today I awoke with a lecture on my tongue. The kids are home on winter break. I am experiencing my normal winter blues. What came to mind was something a profession said to me years ago,

“Don’t take on someones else’s karma.”

He is a Jungian therapist and Buddhist priest. This is the basis of my lecture I gave to the kids today, including the cats. The normal stuff was happening in the house. Cats and fish were moving around in their environment, Oldest son is making breakfast. The sounds of sneezing attack the air. An open door to the outside garden brings in the sounds of a cold day. Even the squirrels perched on their branches outside are listening. They tease the cats. The light and the shadow moves the trees as the breeze tickles mysteriously by.

We are all light and shadow.

Imagine all of these qualities of life.

Apply them to everyone you know.

People cry. People smile.

We often have to stand up for what we think is right

alone.

We need to see the good things that are here.

Right now.

We all face love and death.

Pain and pleasure comes to visit often.

Most importantly I have learned,…

we need to step away and let others experience their own karma.

The kids are joking, musing, talking and listening… I think?  My kids always to me…but to the world…are now young men.


Helen Wrote…about Dead Clubs!!

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

~ Hudley Flipside


We no longer go to shows to make friends and find support like we once did. We don’t need fanzines anymore or a band’s creative flyers. These are for the old-time collectors. Gamers and hand-held devices are changing the world.

It is something we all have to work out, because it can’t be what it used to be. Festivals are a nightmare from my perspective. No one can ever bring this particular youthful music scene back… no matter how anyone tries to ‘Viagra’ it. I find joy in reflecting back on this time.

I am presenting an extremely wonderful article by Flipside Fanzine’s Roving Reporter Helen Jewel. It is a good read. Ya might have to squint your eyes or zoom in a great deal to read it; I invite you to be amazed. Enjoy the patina of the original Flipside Fanzine. It has aged a lot. Again, Thank you Helen. I appreciate you much more now than I ever did then!!