Just A pixel in the process of this film, Thanksgiving film.


“Various Fry’s locations were decorated in elaborate themes. For example, the Burbank store, which opened in 1995, carried a theme of 1950s and 1970s science-fiction movies, and featured huge statues of popular characters such as the robot Gort from The Day the Earth Stood Still and Darth Vader from the Star Wars movie series. In addition, giant ants (from the movie Them!) hung from the ceiling, and the bodies of 1957 Chevys and Buicks served as dining tables in the cafe. A flying saucer protruded above the entrance.”

~Fry’s Electronics From Wikipedia


The film’s narrative is different than the contract I signed for a simple image used on a T-shirt design that is difficult to see in the film. Just knowing it is there, inside sources tell me, makes participation thrilling. A cornucopia of delight. Just A pixel in the process of this film.

Took me awhile to see NOPE Waited to see it at home. Now that theaters are not spacing for a slow to die pandemic, I just don’t feel ready to see a film in a theater. Yet… for a few bucks we saw it On Demand. 

I really enjoyed the film. Overall good stuff, deep and culturally clever with good humor on the dark side. Here are some points that touched base for me in this film.

Seeing the old Fry’s Electronics Building with the crashed UFO theme was great. A Fry’s electronics specialist, Angel Torres, is a character and part of this film’s narrative. He gets pulled into the wild adventure mixing technology with old-fashioned filming.

We went there often when we lived in Van Nuys. (I thought it was Van Nuys… very close the Burbank) Yet locally I also enjoyed our local Alice in Wonderland theme, the science-fiction movies still is my favorite. (RIP)


Photo By: Edward Tovmassian

The environment where this film takes place is on a horse ranch in Agua Dulce, California.

An impressive open area to visit. We have taken drives up there often. Finding roads leading to highways along the coastal regions. Long lonely, amazing drives and finding California State Route 14. And my favorite is the high-flying open range of Hudson Ranch Road. 

NOPE starts leisurely as a Sam Peckinpah film, starting out slowly and discovering a great crescendo at the end. 

Jordan Peele seems to be on a wave I like, from doppelgängers to UFOs, horses, and a cameo from one of my favorite creature of the cosmos The Praying Mantis. “Who causes considerable” trouble in this film.



Can’t wait to see his next film,

but will I vibe with his next film? 

My Antenna is always up … dig? 

A clip from the Film …

what a thrill.

A turn on for the Mantises,

I’m sure. 

Some wild things can’t be tamed. Technology can run everything. Water the ranch, exercise the horses in a roundabout electrical mill. Open and close corrals and even power motorcycles. Though plastics are bad for the environment, large plastic blown up balloons, while being devoured, can explode, and destroy monsters from the inside out before transforming into nasty beautiful wild alien ships. 

Good for something, thank you!!


Keke Palmer plays Emerald Hayward

Daniel Kaluuya plays Haward Jr.

Brandon Perea plays Angel Torres


Short clip from the Film NOPE

… about the dear troublemaker known as the Praying Mantis… it is all in the creative process… ya can’t tame a mantis!!



Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film.


An episode is a narrative unit within a larger dramatic work or documentary production, such as a series intended for radio, television, or on-line consumption. Episode derives from the Greek term (Ancient Greek: ἐπεισόδιον / epeisodion), meaning the material contained between two songs or odes in a Greek tragedy.

Epeisodion One

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film. from Hudley Flipside on Vimeo.


Epeisodion TWO

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film. Epeisodion TWO from Hudley Flipside on Vimeo.


Epeisodion Three

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film. Epeisodion Three from Hudley Flipside on Vimeo.


Now a faceless fan or ornery reflective.


“Why me? “

“That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber? “

 “Yes. “

 “Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”

― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five


Funny, today I see that the DESCENDENTS are playing at The Glass House Pomona CA, while Elton John is playing Dodger Stadium. So, at the same time things are happening. Time is roundabout and bending backwards and forwards. A foot in these “Amber Moments” again.

I first remember finding out about Elton John. My best friend’s sister turned us on to him. Mad Man Across the Water was a LP we soaked into our beings.  

Playing DESCENDENTS The Fat EP. I played it on Flipside Radio where I was the DJ because the band was making rounds sending out their records.

In the neighborhood where my husband grew up. I have seen a few shows at the Tarzana joint Maui Sugar Mill Saloon. Dale Watson, keeper of the true country music flame is singing there tonight.

I feel “Amber Moments” are ganging up on me today.

I like how life long ago seemed more linear in its dimension. Life seemed like an event moving forwards. People and places belonged to each other, and a punk scene to promote. Ya went out and your friends were always there. Anchoring is a good thing.

The best friend now is those darn “Amber Moments,” as ornery reflective as it sounds.

I don’t want to go to Dodger Stadium so big and full of people. I want the intimacy of making a big salad with my girlfriends again, after a long ride on our horses, blaring our Elton John songs.



I don’t want to drive out to Pomona, damn what a horrid drive that is. I want to hang out with the band during an interview and be greeted as a friend not some faceless fan.

Mike Ness said in 2019 as he looked into the audience at the Five Point Amphitheater Irvine, CA. (another horrid drive.)

“I look out and I see fans, if it wasn’t for all of you the place would be empty.”

Mike was too obscure to say hi that night, but our long-ago friendship turned into an empty fan like any other, which kind of does me fine now.

Drinking at bars ain’t what it used to be. My son is on his first Geology field trip, my husband is at work and my oldest is busy with something.

The cats and I are simmering in those “Amber Moments.” A painful bending time of backwards and forwards. I wish it would goddamnit stop.

Groovy oldest son has come to take me out to breakfast.  

Denny’s

out in the public again,

waitress, coffee and son…

yummy food

life can balance out again.

Lots of talking about everything.

Little kids smiling,

Unwrapped once more

but I know,

“Amber Moments” well wrap me in a spider’s web again.


Tony the Punk Rock Apprentice

Mentors, Friends, and Apprentices

As I am writing this, I am sick to my stomach. Maybe due to just getting my first Shingles Vaccine or due to the fact that doing these videos and all the work makes me a bit nervous. Editing is not easy and I learned a lot.

I am happy with the three.

They are gentle and informative and set the backdrop of the behind-the-scenes punks who supported a new and growing punk scene with a little Tony on the side.

Times changed and so the story goes

After all it is a good story to share. There are no good told stories or bad told stories there are just the narratives rich with history, punk wise.

Thanks,

Hudley


Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film. Epeisodion Three from Hudley Flipside on Vimeo.


It was at the Art Theater

Friends is a 1971 British-French teen-romance film directed and produced by Lewis Gilbert and written by Gilbert, Vernon Harris, and Jack Russell. The soundtrack, with music composed by Elton John and Paul Buckmaster and lyrics written by Bernie Taupin, was released as John’s Friends album, and John’s recording of the title selection charted when released as a single in the United States.”

It was at the Art Theater where I saw the original film, Friends, 1971. The theater housed in between a Thrifty’s Drug Store and a Hamburger Hamlet. A nice little theater at the corner of Ventura Blvd and Topanga Canyon.

My older brother Greg took me to see it. He was always a good brother back then. We walked to the theater. I remember the film and the soundtrack having a big impression on me. It was a coming-of-age film. The film was about love and wisdom. The soundtrack was excellent.

I think we finished it up with a three-scope ice cream cone.

Greg often took my brother Gus and I out to see films. I will never forget Bambi Meets Godzilla in Westwood. It was a revolution for us.

My girlfriends and I grew up with Elton John songs and often sang them when riding our horses over the Santa Monica Mountains.


Randomness

Today while driving home from shopping. I saw the mail person next door delivering mail. He is rather new. I miss my mail girlfriend who I saw all over the neighborhood delivering mail even during the heart of the Covid-19 pandemic.

This fellow is sweet. He often makes corner turns on lawns and jumps over bushes. The mail man is small with a black beard, regardless he is a welcomed mail person.  

Today I waited in my car as he walked along the path to our home. He stopped to answer his phone. A letter fell to the ground.

He looked over at me and I pointed down with my finger. He smiled and proceeded to deliver our mail. I got out of my car and walked over to the letter.

Upside down on the cement walkway with the newly fallen golden leaves it was singular in its significance. It was a simple personal letter addressed from one person to another.

I thought to myself,

“It is nice to see people still writing letters to each other in simple white envelopes.”

As Mr. Mail Person walked up to me, I nicely stated that I found this and saw that it in fact dropped from his bag.

“I just got cataract surgery on both eyes, so now I see everything.”

Smiling he said,

“twenty-twenty..” As he pointed to his eyes.

“I am glad I was there to see the letter.”

I handed him the message.

As I drove up into my driveway, I began to carry the groceries and put them on my red brick porch, I noticed the familiar smell of cannabis.

I then reflected on the concept of randomness and being there at the right time and place. Mr. nice smiling guy mail person got the letter to be delivered again.

In my neighborhood on Thursdays gardeners work, and trash cans are put out. I am happy to say I was an invisible helper. 

I hope.

This correspondence should reach its destiny.


Epeisodion One, Two and now Three

Out soon on Vimeo

Flipside documented the punk scene.

Pooch, Larry, Tory, X-8, and Al decided to do what no one else was doing. Write a fanzine. Live music was raw, loud, and intense. The clubs and bands were happening. A punk scene was growing fast, and punks gathered together in clusters.

“In the vacuum of outer space particles tend to clump together. We clustered together as young punks, and we created a scene that is still amounting to something? We were a forgotten stagnation of youths that yearned for change. We were unhappy with our world and ourselves.”

– My Punkalullaby ~ Hudley Flipside

Presented by Hudley Flipside

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

Special Guest Tony Reflex…


Dead D.H. Peligro RIP


Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside


It is always a shock when someone from the original punk scene passes away. Our youthful rebellion was vulnerable… we all aged and still feel that strong connection. I do and I try not to get me too much into it.

All of those drumbeats of so many songs that moved us. I did not know all the players as I may have wanted to. Yet we were all connected. A punk scene where all of our voices are still echoed in podcasts and fans galore.

It is all good. It is sad good. Yet as I pull back, I am always pulled in again about that amazing scene. Where we all worked towards something. Bands, fans, fanzines, or promoters. It is just not the same now… but there are times when those feelings come to visit. I call it the curse of punk rock.

Dead D.H. Peligro RIP

I edited this together today…. a little sad but fun.


My DC days are darkened and unenlightened … not hopeful and bright like they once were.



Sometimes I watch court cases on TV. I do learn what is contemporary and real. What is acceptable and what is not. How Judges rule is something to ponder. Thinking about what is right and see how people are wronged too often and in subtle ways. It is the law that a Judge is meant to make whole of what was broken.

Often this brings up feelings and real lived experiences that were broken in my life.

I have written about it before. I then delete the post. Yet until something is made whole it can cause a long time of rendering a healing.

When my oldest son was about 16, he is 30 now, a person wanted to interview me about DC Punk. He came to my house with his camera person and then did.

I had prepared all my precious Flipside material that I have saved and protected all these years for his documentary. I made a giant board and drew dark Sharpie Permanent Marker lines to all the bands and time frames and scene. I was very interested in helping him promote his documentary when it was first shown in Los Angeles.

He took some original KFJC Radio Tapes and Flipside Information and also Flipside Video live interviews.

The night before the reviewing in front of the theater about 15 minutes before the film started, he told me I was edited out. He told me it was because I was not a DC person. Then why did he come to my house in Southern California to interview me?

Yet when I viewed the documentary, I saw that he took my interview concepts and used them as a thread throughout his documentary. Which would have been revealed if he did in fact use my interview in his documentary. The evidence is there.

He led me to believe that I would be on the panel before the event. Yet I was not included. My interview was replaced by Boyd Farrell from Black Market Baby reading a letter from Flipside Fanzine. The only voice that he used was Al Flipside’s who said a few words about Straight Edge.

At the event Ian MacKaye patronized me and Flipside. Talking for me when he knew I was there to talk for Flipside Fanzine and myself.

As a punk rock Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine publisher and writer for ten years, who was once welcomed in the Discord house and slept in his bedroom, and Ian who visited the Flipside Houses more than once, I was deeply hurt by his betrayal of our friendship. Protecting the history of Flipside Fanzine means a great deal to me.

I don’t know where Al Flipside is. He has not shined a light on Flipside Fanzine for the last 18 years. But Flipside was very involved in supporting the DC scene in its early hub experience. All documented very well within Flipside Fanzine. More than some stupid fucking letter.

As a woman I was excluded. I found this so unnerving.

So many people post about how great the film is and how great Ian is. Yet both the creator of the film, Ian and others involved were so uncaring and cruel to me. I just think it needs to be heard again.

He could have just sent me an email before the event or earlier and I just would have not gone. Or not leave me standing alone at another showing. I learn still and I hope some day I will heal from this. Yet it is a thorn in my side.

When I see the yellow Complete Discography on Minor Threat’s cover with Ian bent over, iconic as it is, I see only shame… his shame.

They, he broke my heart. If that is what the straight edge is for… well you can go fuck off.

The worst of the worst !