Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
The bass sound was off all night at the Hollywood Palladium. A kind of thorn in my side I had to endure.
Hey where is everybody?
My transitional period moving away from Flipside and our staff, and small family hub… was between these two issues. I am visiting them for the first time. Even though I have these issues in my collection. It is difficult to meet up with people at shows sometimes ‘cause that time period is contained in flashbacks of pain, growth and finding my real individuality.
Last night I met someone from Claw Hammer I believe. Like other people who I remember, yet sometimes people’s faces merge with bands and all the correspondence I had back then.
I apologize, yet please do put up a hello and remind me … I love putting all the puzzles in my brain together. My heartfelt thanks to being at a show last night that brought up so many memories, but also the good feelings of belonging to a real scene… it is still happening in a way, even the punker ghosts of those who have died are still floating around. I felt closer to them on the balcony looking out of the bar window than to the overall show.
Ceremony
Because once long ago I was in the crowd all the time or backstage with the bands. Now I was hovering over it all in a safe place above the show. I am grateful for this to be sure.
I did go down and walked through the fans. So many ages and band logos. Party time was real. Screaming and a kind of warm embrace of a world that is still rattling around in my psyche.
Before I went back to the balcony, I saw a large kid with a leather jacket sporting a GBH T-Shirt. We talked a bit, and I said,
“Are you going to see GBH this October at the Regent Theater in Los Angeles?”
He said no he could not make it. Yet they were one of his favorite bands. I told him mine too and I gave him a high-five with a loud slap.
We were all Hollywood punks, in my mind, fans enjoying another show. A youthful rebellion, our souls are ageless.
A nice synchronicity for my next journey to see GBH and then The Saints in November.
I couldn’t even finish my one beer. Yet powered down a soda like a babe.
