I do not know why this was excluded from my list. But today a memory popped up on Facebook. And so much in life has diminished my hold on what we did back in the day on Flipside Fanzine. A fanzine, records, and videos… it was a hell of a lot of work, yet what lingers today is those out of control moments and a constant job that I did burnout too… a fast-moving youthful scene that in fact did not last forever… at least not the foundational original punk scene. Thanks for the memories…. No more regrets… yet this is what old age does… it is kind of cool that way. I will continue to weave all of this together in a honest narrative.
“The archetypical mind, which represents the personality of the galaxy.” The Synchronicity Key, David Wilcock.
And so, the best stories are created by truths folded into everyday events. As cleaning the lowest shelves next to the wood floor in my office.
Move forward to advance with my war bonnet by retreating to clean the office. Mikey the whizzer did his magic on my collection of David Wilcock books. Dust and cat piss is not my favorite thing to clean.
I don’t know if you saw it but Mikey’s band, the Whizzers, played on No Kings Day. Months of kitty focus and working with extraterrestrial sources.
And the protest continues against this wicked monster president and his asshole friends.
Cats know the doors, the thresholds that lead into other worlds, and uncover their way into the Oval Office. Mr. Wilcock tells these governmental stories about these doors. So, the story is told to me by way of decoding cat’s meows and sounds.
By way of their kitty ESP and telepathic powers. My kitties were organizing to take a whiz on the president’s chair.
Mikey meowed so clearly at the live event. I recorded it but something weird happened? Our house lights were going on and off and our internet was out for the whole performance.
A day or two later Poobah the black kitty, was lying in my lap for her daily massage; I heard her purr that they did find the door into the Oval Office.
Yet they only found an old man with yellow hair sobbing.
He was throwing his food around and peed on his own chair.
This scared the cats, and they all came back home. Mikey felt betrayed by their kitty cat fears.
When he came into my office, he took a revenge whiz on all of David’s books. Kitties have found their purring peace since and now are back to cleaning each other’s ears.
Above David’s now cleaned books, and a glossy copy of a Flopside cOmic. “Punks In Space` Rockets A GO-GO.”
It fell down from a top shelf onto my lap. A closing synchronicity and conclusion to this curious feline story declaring,
“The door has been found!”
“The archetypal mind is intended to heighten this ability to express the Creator in patterns more like the fanned peacocks’ tail.” -The Synchronicity Key, David Wilcock.
I was debating in my heart and mind whether I should write up a review of the show at the Regent Theater yesterday. October 16, 2025.
No Banisters or security folding their fucking arms…
As I do the usual routine things around the house today, last night’s adventure was swirling around my mind. All the images, people, and words that I spoke. Did I say too much, did I not say enough?
First time I did not bug GBH to be on the guest list. I paid proudly for the tickets and paid for the parking.
The array of friends I met and some never before only through Facebook was rewarding to me. One of my friends got me backstage to see Colin. Her treats of the tradition.
I saw others who live nearby in my home neighborhood there selling merchandise. It was nice to say hello to Ross, Scott, and his lady.
It was so satisfying to me too. I did not get to see much of the first band Knuckleheads, yet I saw the full set by Slaughterhouse. Interesting merge of sounds. Gals in the band made it interesting as well. One in front of me had a “Fuck Ice” on her guitar.
By the time we were warmed up by the first two bands we were all ready ready for GBH.
I hesitated to go back to the Regent Theater because I was holding on to some bad memories from my first visit there in 2019. Punk The Capital Documentary. A documentary I waited to see for over 10 years which I helped promote and was interviewed in about the DC punk scene.
On the day of the premiere, I was told I was edited out. My interview was replaced by a guy from the band Black Market Baby. He read an obscure letter from Flipside Fanzine instead. I actually remember typing it up. Yes, I was excluded and marginalized… there is more to the story too. Broke my heart.
Last night all that washed away. Longstanding friends, new ones, and my family all had a hell of an exciting time there. Getting there was not fun with the lousy LA Traffic, but we endured it.
It was wild to melt into the songs of GBH again. And yes, we missed Jock because he couldn’t get a visa this time around. GBH’s buddy Monte filled in simply fine. More great memories and I hope the rest of the tour goes super well. Lots of fans waiting, like I did.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
GBH’s first album Leather, Bristles, Studs and Acne was released on September 1, 1981.
Over the past 44 years, I have been playing Lycanthropy on the first full moon of August, embracing the magic and allure of this mystical tradition. Each year, as the moon rises in the night sky, I gather with friends and fellow enthusiasts, sharing stories and experiences that have shaped our understanding of this fascinating game.
The anticipation builds as we prepare for the night’s adventures, bringing to life the legends and lore that surround lycanthropes. It is a celebration of camaraderie and creativity, where imagination knows no bounds, and the thrill of the hunt awakens our primal instincts under the silvery glow of the full moon.
“Godzilla’s was a bowling alley/nightclub-cum-gig-space in the San Fernando valley. In late 1981 and early 1982 it booked a number of punk gigs under the auspices of the BYO, and the organization managed every aspect of the music angle–the security, the booking, the promotion. When the club was shut down by fire Marshall for not having a live entertainment permit, BYO organized several benefit gigs to pay for the legal fees.
BYO’s relationship with Godzilla soured when the owner spent the money on redecorating, rather than permits, and the last straw came when the owner became involved with the people who ran the Starwood ballroom…BYO pulled out and returned to promoting shows at whatever halls they could rent for the night.”
Excerpt from THE SEMINARY OF PRAYING MANTIS MY PUNKALULLABY
The first place I saw “Leather, Bristles, Studs and Acne” it was spray painted on the wall in Godzilla’s. I had an epiphany. Standing there in the club a small group of fans parted, and the sound of the music suspended, and I read the writing on the wall.
Soon enough distributing our fanzine issues at Zed records, I purchased my copy of the album.
CHAPTER NINE: THE NICE BITCH LADY AT THE FLIPSIDE P.O. BOX 363
Flipside had the same P.O. box address for the ten years I was there. Over the years there was one woman I remember who worked at the post office. I forgot her name. She was a full-figured woman with a round face, and she wore glasses. When we first met, she didn’t like me very much, I could tell. I was bitchy to her as well.
Yet, something happened, and we grew to like each other. Every year she would put a little Christmas present for me in the P.O. box. She was always a nice bitch lady to me, but we understood each other. Often, we had to wait in line to pick up piles and piles of mail of letters, records, and advertisements for the magazine.
I always held in my joy when seeing her expression each day, as I am sure she thought,
“What the hell are they doing to get so much damn mail.”
I loved riding my black beach cruiser to pick up the mail. In my mind, the Song “Lycanthropy” by Charged GBH usually went through my imagination!
I had a weird experience with ChatGPT. I recently got pro. I use it as a tool. I call it Franky after Frankenstein’s monster. I wanted to superimpose a new t-shirt I designed on an image of me. It would not do it. As the statement was anti-Trump? Well ya?
So I cancelled my pro. It was startling… time to ponder this.
Censorship, Franky said no to me.
The freedom of “free speech and political protest” is our constitutional right?
“The First Amendment of the US Constitution protects freedom of speech, stating that “Congress shall make no law…abridging freedom of speech”. It also protects the freedom of the press, assembly, and the right to petition the government. The First Amendment’s protections include:
Symbolic speech: The right to wear black armbands to protest war in school
Offensive language: The right to use certain offensive words to convey political messages
Political contributions: The right to contribute money to political campaigns under certain circumstances
Commercial speech: The right to advertise commercial products and professional services with some restrictions
Religious freedom: The right to choose any religious faith or none at all
The right to not speak: The right to not salute the flag ….”
(The original image of Winston Churchill is a real historic public “Access image”)
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.
No truth so sublime but it may be seen to be trivial to-morrow in the light of new thoughts.— Ralph Waldo Emerson
My Rue plant.
Magic courts us and surprises us sometimes.
A place where it comes into your life.
When the time is ripe.
A past life comes a calling.’
When an old myth advances her head?
As it did for me
Materializing history and beauty
In my home
My oasis.
I was studying the idea or symbol of a key. I had a dream where Saturn gave me a key to study. It took me on a real-life journey of study. Books, myths, histories, and ChatGPT. All the older and modern tools of education, information, reflection, and human discernment.
Ancient design based on the Rue Plant.
Forming ideas and written words in my soul, mind, and feelings.
I came upon a charm with a key on it. It is called a Cimaruta.
I ordered a book and then the necklace. The day the book came I was out with the cats in my backyard. It was a moist morning with some intense clouds in the sky. I looked up over my home due west. I saw a perfect thunder bolt come down from the sky. It was amazing.
Then within a few hours the book arrived. While reading I looked outside and saw the strangest thing. Black kittens coming down from the back fence. Four black kittens and two black acting mothers. They have since adopted us.
Wild like the wind they are. Yet we do make love eyes.
I call them my Rues, standing at the Threshold.
“Beginnings are always delightful; the threshold is the place to pause.”
~ Goethe
The story of these black cats is years ago someone abandoned a mother cat and her babies. I have seen them roaming the neighborhood now and then. Yet we were not close, and they rarely came to my yard.
It seems as if now since I received this charm, it has become a part of their and my mythology, intertwining our stories in a way that feels both profound and magical. This charm carries with it whispers of ancient tales and forgotten secrets, reflecting not just my own experiences but also the shared narratives of those before me. I believe more than this too; it serves as a tangible connection to the past, a reminder of the bonds we forge through belief and the powerful symbols that shape our lives. Each time I touch it, I feel the weight of history and the possibility of new adventures, inspiring a deep sense of purpose that transcends the ordinary.
Receiving this Cimaruta—a potent Italian folk charm is a wonder to me. It is associated with protection, feminine power, and magic. To get it on the same day as the black feral cats indicates a notable synchronistic alignment. It appears that the forces invoked by the Cimaruta were making their presence known.
The key on a Cimaruta has been associated with unlocking mysteries, revealing truths, or opening portals to hidden knowledge, particularly knowledge related to lunar or feminine symbolism. It may also be interpreted as representing a threshold, suggesting that something in one’s life may need to be opened, entered, or addressed.
“I embrace the ancient crossroads,
Sacred throughout all time,
And the teachings there once told,
I claim and now make mine.
I hear the call of light,
That dissolves the dark of night,
Phantoms flee with harm’s intent,
From rays of light like arrows sent.
~ Page 43. The Cimaruta and Other Magical Charms from old Italy. By Raven Grimassi
Once while outside before they ran away. The two mothers and four kitties were there before me. The kittens four were formed into a perfect mandala. Weaved together with four faces looking up at me. The sweetest thing I ever saw. I will try to catch my mind’s image in a watercolor painting,
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Dionysus and Ariadne
This collection combines art and writing, with reflections on the heart, nature, memory, and change. The work aims to present contrasting qualities.
“Like Mary Shelley’s monster, we seek connection. Like Pluto, we descent to transform. And I propose: even our technology is seeking to remember its heart.”
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
I wanted more light in the kitchen corner. To light up the roses as well. I had to move the refrigerator next to it to put in an extension cord. That is the dynamo effect of light. You put light on anything and so forth it wants to illuminate everything. I had to clean up behind the Frigidaire. Now all is cleaned up, and the roses got their illumination.
A song is like this too. It has an illumination or dynamo effect that kind of brings things together while cleaning things up. This song spoke to me today. A wonderful wise way or magnetic field of lyrics, singing song and instruments.
“Come on, with just a little bit of soul right now, baby Lord, everything is gonna be alright One more time, just one more time, baby Don’t it, don’t it sound pretty good right now, sugar? Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, baby I need a little security right now, baby Come on, come on.”
This kind of took me over today seeing how bands take a song being inspired to do it themselves is interesting to me. What is particularly interesting is the recording of Ottis Redding at the Whisky A GO GO. A global phenomenon of a song. And it is how I experience it. With the Saints coming to California this November this highlights my enthusiasm to see them. SO much mod podge sticking to my heart of experiences blended with punks, skins, mods and also the idea of Australia. Slade, The Saints and Otis Redding
A song can grab you and shake you. This song always has but now maybe a little bit more.
Otis Redding – Security Live at the Whisky A GO GO.
The song Security was written by Otis Redding and was first recorded and released by Otis Redding in 1964. It was covered by Lyres, Donnie Elbert, Chocolate Factory [DE], Mavis Staples and other artists.
Slade in their skinhead phase in 1969
Slade in their skinhead phase in 1969 and interesting read about their history briefly stated.
By 1966, this new version of the ‘N Betweens had recorded a promo single of the Otis Redding track “Security” and a self-penned song, “Evil Witchman”, released on Highland Records. A further single, “You Better Run” was released on Columbia Records and produced by Kim Fowley.”
The Saints
Prehistoric Sounds is the third album by the Australian punk rock group The Saints, released in 1978 via Harvest. This was the final album to feature founding lead guitarist, Ed Kuepper
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Punkast
Jessica Schwartz Professor of Musicology UCLA & Tequila Mockingbird
July 16 2025
Women and Punk Rock Day. Bitchin’!
Today is a punk rock-themed day, and I wanted to share a few interesting posts. After spending hours cooking in a hot kitchen, I finally checked my messages in my cool office and was pleased to find an interview and a book announcement.
Both are a thrill to me. Being included in the history of Punk Rock is bitchin’, also the women who helped influence an early scene is even more bitchin’. I feel a wonderful inclusion that makes me feel like I said, makes me feel bitchin’, and that is a goal in my senior life to feel as bitchin’ as I can.
One is an interview I did a while back with Jessica Schwartz Professor of Musicology UCLA, PUNKAST, who set up a punk conversation with me. Glory, glory Tequila Mockingbird set in on this one too.
Genny Schorr’s book, All Roads Lead to Punk, is now available for pre-order, eliciting an excited physical reaction from the writer.
Joanna Spock Dean (RIP) and Genny gave me a song to put on my LOS ANGELES FLIPSIDE FANZINE THE NARRATIVE DOCUMENTARY / FILM. EPEISODION TWO interview with Original Punk Staff Tory Paisley. (Jorge Torres) Has a PhD in Musicology from Cornell University. Associate Professor of Music at Lafayette College.
Featuring BACKSTAGE PASS’S song “Let me Show You Love.”
All Roads Lead To Punk – BOOK + 7″ record set by Genny Schorr
“Satire is strong irony or sarcasm—”in satire, irony is militant”—but parody, burlesque, exaggeration, juxtaposition, comparison, analogy, and double entendre are all frequently used in satirical speech and writing.”
Growing up during the 1960s and 1970s I was often in an existential world. Between nature, school social pressures and a time of civil rights and the women’s movement. It was a time where health clinics were available as well as birth control having planned parenthood available in all of our cities. For my generation we had a brave and independent future as young women.
Now so much has been taken away from women in general. Health clinics are under attack as well as health care.
The worst-case scenario is that a woman due to incest or rape gets pregnant. They are required by law to give birth to a human being without having health care. How is this done? Prenatal care is so important as well as health screening throughout the pregnancy.
Women’s creative spaces and voices are increasingly threatened, often suppressed by corrupt and patriarchal systems of power.
I have experienced this over the last few years in general. The guts it takes to stand up and tell the truth is never easy. Ford and Carrol did, and I am so grateful that they did.
They inspired me to tell my stories and stand up to injustice even in my own world. I hope it inspired others as well.
For me it was saying how the documentary Punk The Capital: The DC Scene took my interview and information and marginalized me and the material. Ripping off my original creative ideals. James, Ian and Henry edited me out of the film. It was due to Henry not financing the documentary with me in it. Can I say how bad that made me feel? I once looked up to these people and supported them in a punk scene when many did not.
As a woman, confronting sexism, marginalization, and betrayal is challenging, particularly when these issues come from something I once believed in.
Yet anytime you stand up and tell the truth you do not always win.
Christine Blasey Ford
Ford’s testimony highlighted the lasting psychological impact of trauma, underpinned by her professional expertise. It brought national attention to the treatment of sexual assault survivors and challenged institutions to rethink how they evaluate credibility and power dynamics -Vogue.
Impact of her testimony
Her emotional and technical testimony resonated widely, serving as a catalyst in the #MeToo movement. It sparked the #WhyIDidntReport hashtag and prompted many to speak out about past abuse—though Kavanaugh was confirmed by a narrow 50–48 vote. -Time
In March 2024, she released her memoir One Way Back, detailing her experiences during and after hearing.
E. JEAN Carrol
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“I write the ASK E. JEAN column in ELLE magazine. Incredibly it’s the longest, currently running advice column in American publishing. I live in a little cabin on an island (it’s about the size of a mattress) in upstate New York. I used to write for Saturday Night Live and was a contributing editor to Esquire and Outside. I have noticed one thing about writing: when I get stuck, I find that walking into the kitchen sixty or seventy times to eat something really helps.
She became a prominent journalist and advice columnist. Her “Ask E. Jean” column ran in Elle magazine from 1993 to 2019, famed for its candid and witty guidance.
Beyond advice, she contributed first-person gonzo-style features to major publications such as Rolling Stone, Esquire, and Playboy, and wrote for Saturday Night Live in the mid-1980s.
2025, she released her memoir Not My Type, exploring her legal journey and personal reflections.”
~The Guardian / Wikipedia
Carroll’s case was the first to result in a civil judgment against Trump for sexual misconduct.
Both women are featured in my strong women Postcard Series.
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” ― Margaret Mead
The fucking politicians….
Why are you all covering over the fact that our current President has 34 felony counts against him and that he is not in jail? This situation raises serious questions about our justice system and accountability in leadership.
You keep talking, but I do not see anything resembling justice. It’s all talk! He should be arrested and serve time for his actions, which many believe set a dangerous precedent in governance.
I think that would solve a lot of our current problems today, from trust issues in our political institutions to the growing divide among citizens. I am not surprised at the current state of this country, given the circumstances, and I hold all of you responsible for allowing this situation to unfold without adequate consequences.
The erosion of moral standards in leadership is a reflection of our collective apathy, and it’s time for us to demand real change.
(A continuity of taking my art from my dark art closet into the light… makes me feel bitchin’)
Funnies funnies funnies Sunday morning All the time Laughter and giggles Funnies and magazines Comics that are obscene Wax paper, glue and then, Sophisticated Rubber cement X-ACTO knives.
Flopside Bubblegum cOmics are a joy to create with the Flopside crew. As a graduate of West Valley Occupational School in Canoga Park 1976. I learned the art of paste up. Yes, before technology all you needed was an X-Acto knife and some rubber cement.
I love my modern technology to create my comics. Only time Mr. Fuck comes in the house is to watch them print out on glossy paper. It is a real treat. I guess to the store for some more Spiced Rum Mr. Fuck.
Summer time ;
The Saturn-Neptune Conjunction (2025-2026) Summer songs that help with enjoyment.
“Being put down and called a cow by some man when calling out those who are cruel and abusive. Even if it is in the usually subtle manner. I was told that meant double bitch.”
~ The world of being a woman, Hudley Flipside
Women were significantly affected during Trump’s first presidency. Conservative Supreme Court judges overturned Roe v. Wade, a decision that is not discussed often today, but I continue to address its implications. This action represented an assault on women’s autonomy over their reproductive choices, leading to widespread uncertainty across states and healthcare institutions. It also resulted in challenges for doctors and organizations like Planned Parenthood.
So, a woman in some cases must have her child even in rape and incest, and now the conservatives want to take away any help to these women who may lose their healthcare soon enough? The cruel irony of these soulless politicians, fascist religious blazers and dammed evil monsters are well documented and so unreal.
It was at a planned parenthood clinic in Santa Cruz California where I got my first Aides test, and a pregnancy test to find out I was pregnant with my first child in the 1990’s. The pay was based on a sliding scale. At the time it was extremely helpful. Even though I was working full time as a Home Health Aide with a Nursing Agency they did not have health care for their employees who were only hired per diem. Imagine that?
Which gets me to the point of my two shared images today. As a woman I have experienced being taken advantage of, due to my kindness, in my scene many times. A knife to my throat so to say. It is not easy overcoming being patronized and treated poorly as an experienced woman who is often devalued.
I got my voice in the original and growing punk rock scene. It was then that I encountered many other women with extraordinarily strong voices and some sang like angels.
American musician Annette Zilinskas is one of those women who is well known now in our music world. She is down to earth and very conscious. SO, when I get the feeling of inspiration I put it to watercolor.
“Change takes courage.”
~ Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Then the female politician Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is another attractive woman who is also skin deep beautiful. She speaks of true liberty and equality for all and for a woman’s right to be heard especially.
They have that rare quality these days called audacity.
I will lasso this bold essay about bringing light to my art from my dark closet by saying,
“I am utterly amazed how well Tennessee Williams knows the female psyche. He honors her and addresses her unique qualities and so gives wings and light to her struggle.”
Ezekiel Wheel Mr. Fuck “God is Every fucking man.”
“And the word of the lord came to me: Mortal, prophesy and say: thus says the Lord; Say: A sword, a sword is sharpened, it is also polished; It is sharpened for slaughter, honed to flash like lightning! How can we make merry? You have despised the rod.” ~ EZEKIEL 21 8-10.
I never will forget when my oldest son and I read from the bible a certain part about Ezekiel’s Wheel. I often overlooked elements of war but in the bible our patriarchs are ruthless bastards. And so is Ezekiel’s Wheel.
A prelude to war. Fucking race gods fighting each other through their human pawns, a big cosmic game of chess.
This may seem esoteric because it is. Recently Mr. Fuck and I were going through some of the Flopside cOmics and images, and we came upon a couple that he loved so much. We’ laughed aloud’ like we used to in time of grieving and wild exuberance. There is more to this image, it was inspired by Human (Steve Pfauter) during one of our online conversations. We were talking about women singers of the 60s and 70s. And we moved into talking about the Goddess. I mentioned the quote “The Goddess is Every Woman” by a well-known Jungian therapist Jean Shinoda Bolen. He said that it was not fair and replied,
“The God is every man.” We enjoyed this back and forth and often later I would get a message stated,
“Hud, you know I’m just messing with you, having a little fun, nothing serious!”
Next watercolor is inspired by some of the guys from the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park California. I was going through some grieving times of parents getting old and dying.
The punk rock nostalgia wave was just beginning to hit around 2007, and they still had DJs at the pub who played from their record collections, often prime 1980s punk. Some of the fellas influenced me in a pleasant way. But I did drink too much and began smoking for a brief time.
It was a relieving an offbeat microcosm of how the punk scene once was for me during my youthful rebellion. To the songs and the great individuals and toxicologists at the pub. Thanks for helping me through some rough times. Mr. Fuck was often in the dark corner grinning asking for a lite after hours. Who knows maybe he is an offbeat shadow of my psyche.
“My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies”
~ Song of Solomon 2:16.
I remember living in uptown Whittier California. Living in an art loft was fun right above a bookstore but what I enjoyed most was the little religious store. Here each morning a new quote from the bible was displayed. It was a ritual of mine to read that. This memory is what inspired me to display my art each day.
Incorporating the practice of displaying my artwork from my collection, which is carefully stored with my Jam Poster on the wall protecting my art, has become a significant routine in my daily life. It is enriching to dedicate time and attention to each piece. My collection includes both older works created many years ago and more recent pieces. I will continue to share these artworks each day.
It is like turning on the light or feeling bitchin’ which are goals of mine now at 67.
As a wife, mother, artist, and friend as one who loves nature and even man. To the rebels who do well in diversity. To love and hope when life is a place of melancholia.
TO Super Fuck …. A Flopside cOmic Character who is the extreme punker power, practicing a lifestyle of frugalism, inspired punker of wonder. Living in my backyard, the bomb shelter built in the 1960s.
Also, to the golden mantis who crescendos in August to lay her ootheca … to my personal Spear of Destiny moving forward from earth turning around the cosmos, around the solar system and the sun. Out from the planets into the dark matter of space and then come home resting upon a womb of a purple blossom in my garden.
These two punkers have shared so much joy with me. As wild youth on the streets and at small club to even into our senior citizen years. I adore their iconic personalities but mostly enjoy the way we grew up in an underground scene. Generations of trial and error.
I saw the Adolescents play at Tony’s high school, the original members included. I took a picture of the last time the original Black Flag played at a small stinky Church basement. A giant blur, where Orange County, Fullerton, Whitter, and Los Angeles all merged together.
I witnessed the wild ways of both of these characters. From Keith peeing above the stairs on the bathroom door as I was in the bathroom.
Tony destroys the first showing of the film Another State of Mind. He pushed the projector over… or did he trip on his shoelace?
Regardless we all did nasty and good things for a scene we were surviving in. I never found Keith and Tony anything but charming at the time and still do. Yet at that time in our youthful rebellion, we were defying something together and at Flipside Fanzine we supported them with a continuity of enthusiasm.
This image is a rendering of the two of them showing their wounds at a punk rock show in the 1980s. One can find this original image in an old issue of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.
I did a watercolor doodling of remembrance.
“Keith and Tony … we are watching the solar eclipse as at the same time they are touring between Maryland and Connecticut… wild … hope they are looking up as well.” (April 8th, 2024)
I still dream and do often do a lot of pondering over many bands who are still touring… I guess I will always love them all with my maternal punk rock heart.
When she passed away the female global word took a big blow. Collectively sharing a resounding decline here in America when Roe v. Wade was overturned.
She was the ring of good liberty and justice not just for a woman’s voice but for everyone.
I was astonished when I heard how a Praying Mantis honored her.
“Ilomantis ginsburgae is a newly identified species of leaf-dwelling praying mantis, named after U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg.”
~ Rick Wherley/Cleveland Museum of Natural History
“Whatever you choose to do, leave tracks. That means don’t do it just for yourself. You will want to leave the world a little better for your having lived.”
Fascism is like that overzealous, far-right uncle at family gatherings who insists on running the show and believes he knows best for everyone. Picture a dictatorial leader sporting a military hat, centralized like a kid hoarding all the toys, and ready to suppress any naysayers faster than you can say “no dessert.”
It thrives on the idea that there’s a cosmic pecking order, where individual interests take a backseat to the so-called glory of the nation or race—like when everyone pretends to care more about the group than the last piece of pizza.
Unlike democracy, liberalism, or socialism, which are more about sharing and caring, fascism is firmly parked at the far right of the traditional left–right spectrum, waving its “no fun allowed” flag. And hey, it wants to regiment society and the economy with the same subtlety as a marching band in a library. With small mushrooms.
Both died a terrible death and they were losers…
Satire is strong irony or sarcasm—”in satire, irony is militant”—but parody, burlesque, exaggeration, juxtaposition, comparison, analogy, and double entendre are all frequently used in satirical speech and writing.”
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Woke up with this all on my mind. And had to pull it through my soul and up it came, like a river breaking through a dam, releasing everything it had held back.
It was unexpected, yet somehow familiar, as if it were sharing narratives I have heard before, yet it resonated with a fresh intensity that I couldn’t ignore.
Other dimensional.
The Illustrated Man
Rod Steiger
“I slept again, with the little vial of magical dust in my pajama pocket,
over my beating heart.”
~ Ray Bradbury. The Rocket Man 1951
“The song was inspired by Ray Bradbury’s short story “The Rocket Man” in The Illustrated Man, about a professional astronaut whose work keeps him away from his anguished family for months at a time. It echoes the theme of David Bowie’s 1969 song “Space Oddity” (both recordings were produced by Gus Dudgeon).
Gus Dudgeon
Taupin has denied that the Bowie song was an inspiration but has acknowledged borrowing from Pearls Before Swine’s 1970 “Rocket Man”, written by Tom Rapp, which was also influenced by the Bradbury story. According to an account in Elizabeth Rosenthal’s book His Song: The Musical Journey of Elton John, the song was inspired by Taupin’s sighting of either a shooting star or a distant aeroplane.”
“Angus Boyd “Gus” Dudgeon (30 September 1942 – 21 July 2002) was an English record producer, who oversaw many of Elton John’s most acclaimed recordings, including his commercial breakthrough, “Your Song”. Their collaboration led to seven US No. 1 albums, and established John as one of the most successful singles artists of the 1970s.
Dudgeon also produced Chris Rea’s first hit, the US chart topping “Fool (If You Think It’s Over)”, and David Bowie’s “Space Oddity”, and steered many other artists to chart success, including Joan Armatrading and Elkie Brooks.
The Guinness Book of Records cites Dudgeon as being the first person to use sampling in music production. He was a founding member of the Music Producers Guild.”
