Once at a pub a guy came up and said, “What do I call you HUD, Hudley Flipside or Holly?” I told him, “… just call me what you want…. ‘Hey you’ will do.”
At the Pub
I struggled with the name Hudley Flipside but now I have a solid feel for it as my good writer’s name that has history and contemporary standing as a dame to be reckoned with. Over 40 years now!
Being a behind the scenes punk was fun. It was a lot of hard work and was often boring. Such as picking up the mail every day, typing endless words written by punkers whose writing was hard to read. When no one else would do the work, I did it.
For all the good punks celebrations going on around here. I want to join in and say a little something about the Hudley Flipside name. My last name was Hudson. Someone called me HUD… maybe X-8… and it caught on. Or maybe it was someone from a band before Flipside Fanzine… who knows?
The point being it became my name as a publisher and co-owner of an underground punk Fanzine. I am kind of put upon to say that I did not think the “punk rock community” would be so uplifting and supportive of itself. There were times in the 90s when I ran away from it and hated it. Not the case now.
I’ve learned to appreciate it and try to flow with the best of it. I am part of the punk community whether I like it or not. Anyway, as I am an old dame now, I want to join in with one of the best pictures taken of me as a youngster by Al Flipside. He took a lot of them too. We had thousands of pictures and negatives all around the place. Pictures of cats, bands and beyond.
https://www.amazon.com/author/hudleyflipside
Old post…..
Today I was watching as the wind blew a whirlwind on top of a pool of water. It moved around as a tornado or Golden Ratio. A soft movement as it was. I authored this poem at the end of a Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine CATALOG that I put together. I was most likely 20 or 21, maybe younger or older. A 1980s me. I wonder where I was back then? So goes my journey of Intellectual Property and gathering Flipside merchandise together. It was nice to see it all again. So, here is a place if anyone wants to know some original source of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I will continue to look for more of it from the 1980s.
Who Cares?
Somewhere in a realm
of something true and light,
Is a purple flower!
And all who pass it
Can never find it,
Because somewhere
Between the loud
Music at shows,
And the morning after shows,
The purple flower
(Which is always shining)
Is lost in us.
This is tearing us apart.
From what all of us could be,
Friends trying to
Understand each other.
Among all the dragons and desires
And lies
are the purple flowers.
Listing to people’s minds
and seeing their desires
Float through their
Personal orbits.
These mystical blooms
Are trying to reach.
Some and help some.
Usually, I find myself.
Painfully talking to
illusions of people
Who are disconnected?
From the reality
Of the purple roses and
Of friendship and of
Life.
The silent ear
Has died, no!?
The loud music is now
Replacing it,
Trying to scream it,
the truth,
but falling away
From the truth.
Is revenge or hate or gossip the trip
You take
or is the silent
Purple flower in your grasp!
… Hudley (1980)
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