cackle cackle…Generational Ballads

A few years back being interviewed for documentary Punk The Capital , DC Punk.


“…Keep the dream alive,”

Close the window calm the light

And it will be alright

No need to bother now

Let it out let it all begin

Throw it to the wind my love

Hold me dear.”

Dreaming of a huge 1980s party at the house. I ran around looking for silverware for guests. Found a large container of plastic forks, spoons and knifes. Then standing next to the stage I realized the party was already taken care of. Close before me was Mike from Zed records and Joey Ramone. They were presenting and showing some crazy art videos. I was between two friends and we were young. Hair smelled that youthful smell of mid-twenties.

I awoke to the realization I was now 62. My youthful rebellion is long past. It is ok by me, yet my dreams consistently place me back at those times. I awoke affirming the truth often. So today while outside with the cats’ daily romp I addressed this reality and stepped next to the crones around the cauldron. Enjoying my cackling fate as such.

Then I viewed Facebook and two hits came forward quickly.  The curse of punk rock. My published books were being acknowledged and enjoyed, and thought time to finally let it go. No way. So, I guess I will be present with my punk story still.

Later youngest son and I went to our local 70s flashback market. I like to blend my lived generations. A musical cocktail. The idea of ballads came forth as Boz Scaggs – We’re All Alone a 70s ballad played in the ethers in this charmed market. Driving home another ballad from the 80s played on the car radio, Billy Idol – Eyes Without A Face. This is my 2020 experience now… cackle cackle.

“Once a storys told

It can’t help but grow old

Roses do lovers too so cast

Your seasons to the wind

And hold me dear oh hold me dear”


Author: Hudley Flipside

Welcome to Hudley Flipside’s “The Seminary Of Praying Mantis Publishing.” Praying mantis shows me her story of life, death, and rebirth. For me she is an image or symbol of the divine in all things. I watch the praying mantis in my garden and have taken her image as my logo. She is an amazing little creature, and I relate to her connection to nature. We are both wild and part of this strange world. She is a part of my mythology as I am part of hers.

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