A happy spit in the wind

December 1979 is around 37 years ago. A very tight and small club of mutual fans, promoters and band members were a rebellious team.

Before Henry Rollins galore, when the underground punk scene was unique, new, and growing as wildfire. I swear our agenda was as sincere and planned as peeing on the walls. I used to take a few photographs back in the day as the shift from Hollywood to Orange County became the thing like a large earthquake. Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine was there hanging with the scene. Drunk and wild as a windblown day.

I just signed an agreement to releases an image I took a long time ago about the punk scene for a film called “20th Century Women.” The image is my intellectual property. Some day when, hopefully, my grand-kids or great grand kids are viewing this film they may take to heart what their “grand ma ma” did for an underground punk scene. It feels good to share history with a company that respects my rights. They pursued me with respect and integrity. It feels particularly good in the scheme of my life. There are many stories from THE BIG PUNK ROCK, this is mine.

The photograph is of Black Flag at the Church with Keith Morris singing after they had officially broken up, a unique photograph is the photograph that I have licensed today. It is not about the money, it is about how I am still amazed that anyone would care about a hot, sleazy, little underground church basement in some place called nowheresville some 37 years ago… because we knew at that time, at that time & place, that no one cared! I am amused that this lost sentiment has changed. I am happy to sign this agreement today.

New 2026: Just Click on the image for a print on demand Tee-Shirt.

Pic is in this film, 20th Century Women
Nice to be acknowledged in closing credits.
Very honored to be a part of the film.
https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/20th_century_women/

The Man: A new Flopside cOmic Strip

“The Man, no one sees the man, if they do… they live on borrowed time”

~ Film. The Line-Up, 1958

A interpretation song by some guys from the bomb shelter… entertainment by

The PEASANTS and the Rusty Blade…

“The Man Who Sold the World” is a song written and performed by David Bowie. It is the title track of his third album, which was released in the U.S. in November 1970 and in the UK in April 1971. also

“Stayin’ Alive” is a disco song by the Bee Gees from the Saturday Night Fever motion picture soundtrack.

Performed by the PEASANTS and the Rusty Blade….

No profit … it is done on a love bases…

Slowly hating August as it comes.

The sun let’s go slowly each night.

Jupiter appears all of a sudden in the twilight.

In the distance dark tree leaves shimmer in between as light twilight flows as a river; breathing, dancing moving as the sun dies this day.

“Hello Jupiter!” All reflected down below in a common blue pool.

Surprise.

A new light next to Jupiter silently sustains in the twilight sky.

Opening slowly a pulling glow. It is gone.

No trail, no sound to its presence there.

Just in the remembrance here.

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

Spirals and circle eights

Cowardice is the lack of courage to face danger, difficulty, opposition, and pain. I think we all have times when we experience this type of behavior. I admire others, and myself, who stand tall and cross the line, regardless. Yet, there are times when cowardice can be a dark projection from others. I think every time we become aware of these feelings we should stop and listen to them. Not do what others say we should do, but what we feel is the right thing to do for us.

I was in pain. My head ached. I knew my blood pressure was high. I was hot too. Early in the morning I went to the pool. I stood up to my waist in the cool water. I viewed rounded water ripples radiating out from me. The water hit the side of the pool, across from me, and the ripples radiated back to me. What a simple thing to notice this morning. At one time the two ripples rippled and met together, a joining. I am sure there is a mathematical equation that oldest son might know, yet I am happy to just see it as something predictable but unique.

I viewed a dragonfly flying circle eights over me and then around the pool. Spirals and circle eights over and over again are the dance of the single dragonfly. Then quickly, in the wink of an eye, the dragonfly touched the water with a slight pinch. The dragonfly took just enough water, in moderation, as not to fall into the water. How delicate and beautiful is the dragonfly. Dragonfly did this many times as it danced around the pool.

Even though my head was still in pain, I was instantly refreshed when I dived into the cold water, my cowardice feeling, to not dive into the pool, was overtaken by my own will to feel better. Then as I swam to the other end of the pool, I saw a large dark moth floating dead on the water.

I intuitively still hear the lessons that nature whispers in my heart and especially at that moment. It is time for me to be as the moderate dragonfly. Avoiding the life of an overindulging black moth. There was a time when overindulgence was fun and exciting. Now I shall try to dance spirals and circle eights. A slight pinch or sweet sips from life will have to do.

Ha Ha very funny….

Something is terribly wrong with this image… off… yet the shadow is a nasty fool…

http://hudleyflipside.com/flopsdie-comics/meet-the-flopside-family/

https://hudleyflipside.com/flopsdie-comics/

IN AN ALLEY FAR FAR AWAY… IN ANOTHER TIME…. PLACE AND ZONE…

Mr Fuck finger

We can free Prometheus…ourselves !!

Prometheus Unbound, man is defined as “one harmonious soul of many a soul, whose nature is its own divine control.”

~ The Selected Poetry and Prose of Shelley edited, with introduction, by Carlos Baker.

http://www.ancient.eu/Prometheus/

“… Poetry strengthens the faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man [imagination] in the same manner as exercise strengthens a limb.”

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

“The secret of morals,”

says the essayist,

“Is love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively…The great instrument of moral good is the imagination: and poetry administers to the effect [ moral good] by acting upon the cause [imagination].’ Poetry enlarges the circumstance of the imagination by replenishing it with thoughts of ever new delight, which have the power of attracting and assimilating to their own nature all other thought.”

~ Shelley

Promethean Fennel poem by Hudley

Promethean fennel

mama supervisor

Got the house all ready for a house full of boys.

Seems I have spent most of my years in a house full of boys. Mostly, boys like my three brothers and their friends.

Later, a house full of crazy young wild men, and now my own kids. It seems I am like that; I function well in an environment of guys.

I do my thing and they can do theirs. Now, I am the mama supervisor if they need some advice on how hot the oil should be when they deep fry their bacon wrapped hot dogs with Jack Daniel’s Whiskey BBQ sauce.

I am laid back like the autonomy of a cat; observant and not interested, but alert if need be… always friendly… sometimes. Some of my best memories on 4^th of July is the watermelon filled with liquor, lamb on the BBQ, and dad dancing to Gary Glitter – Rock and Roll.

FLopside editorial confusion…

Even “more than asshole” people make some good points… global economy or USA economy… this is a complicated and tricky question. Agendas are secretive and sensitive, profitable to some, political, debatable, and this is a fucking sucky editorial.

Taxes vs corporations, taxes vs “WE the people”, cheep labor in other countries and empty streets, no work for US citizens.

It is not that bad, it is not that good… but politics suck because we have to remember to look into the real agendas behind the politics…

bad guys are good guys… and good guys are bad guys… confusion…

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