Some say November 22 to December 21 is the sign Sagittarius … but Ophiuchus (November 30 – December 18th) is the 13th constellation.
Even today, the staff of Asclepius – the symbol of the world health organization pays tribute to the constellation Ophiuchus the Serpent Bearer.
Some of my favorite people are born at this time.
I had a dream once where I was in a small house with a hallway leading to doors. I assumed small bedrooms and such. I opened one of the doors to look in and was amazed to find a large theater with a stage. It was filled with people cheering, crying, and laughing.
I walked up the side aisle and found behind the stage a rough, rocky hole that led down into the underworld. It held all those creative feelings of the theater. Mystery, ahh and wonder. This is the world I entered with FilmFreeway.
The 4theatre’s logo symbolizes and fuels those same creative feelings of the theater. My documentary received the best documentary award for the 25th edition. It is a thrill to share in this newfound world! Thank you for acknowledging my work, grounding it, and making it real and sharing my work as well.
I am happy this is a time in my life that continuing with what I have a passion for, my creativity and the love of a scene and fanzine calls for some good acknowledgement.
I guess it is better than I think. I know I can, I know I can…
The Flipside Creation Narrative.
A Happy HUD… Hudley Flipside
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
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To my dear friend the Praying Mantis….
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
“Nilsson was concerned about letting the flat to Moon, believing it was cursed. Townshend disagreed, assuring him that “lightning wouldn’t strike the same place twice.”
Viewing an episode of Carol Bennett at bedtime as part of my humorous dissent into the world of dreamland. I saw one with Mama Cass. I always love seeing her cameos. It dawned on me of how she died. Or so I was told years ago that made me sad.
Was told she died while eating a chicken [ham] sandwich. She choked to death.
That haunted me many a night. Yet I felt a strange awareness to look it up on my hand-held device of vast knowledge, or at least a place to find original sources.
And so, this triangular story emerged to my strange delight. A relationship between three talented artists that ran over a few generations, but which music still fills me with joy.
As those who grew up as a Generation Jones type of character within our moving along culture, these three artists have made an impact on us personally and or collectively.
When all we had were a few radio or TV channels to engage us. Or the local record store head shop, where we could spend our pennies.
I was easier then and we kind of were all on the same wavelength. Hidden and curious of what was going on around us. In tune with the songs often easy to hear everywhere.
I am touched by the intimacy which Harry Nilsson shared with both Keith Moon and Mama Cass. Like many popular and successful artists who get to travel the world but seem to navigate in the same hubs.
The narrative is well-documented and frankly it is something I just found out about a few days ago out of a flash of insight now backed up by the facts.
So, this Thanksgiving I am remembering and saying thank you to Mama Cass, Harry Nilsson, and Keith Moon. Three ghosts that came to visit who inspired generations with their songs. They are continuing on.
I am surprised to find out that Harry Nilsson ended up living in Agoura Hills California. Right down the 101 Hwy from my home town of West Hills. Which makes this story a little more special to me.
“Elliot retired to an apartment in Mayfair at Curzon Place at which singer-songwriter Harry Nilsson allowed her to stay. Several hours after Elliot left Jack Martin’s cocktail party, she died in her sleep at age 32.
According to Keith Simpson, who conducted her autopsy, she died of a heart attack, and there were no drugs in her system. Elliot died in Flat 12, 9 Curzon Place (later Curzon Square), Shepherd Market, Mayfair, London, owned by Harry Nilsson.
Four years later, The Who’s drummer Keith Moon died in the same bedroom, also aged 32 years.”
Mama Cass, The Queen of Laurel Canyon
(Passed away at aged 32) Mama Cass, July 29, 1974 Mayfair, London, England
“But you gotta make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of music
Even if nobody else sings along.”
~ Make Your Own Kind of Music, Cass Elliot
Keith Moon
(Passed away aged 32) Keith Moon, 7 September 1978, Mayfair, London, England
“I know there’s a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?”
~ Peter Townshend / The Who
Harry Nilsson
(Passed away aged 52) Harry Nilsson, January 15, 1994 Agoura Hills, California, U.S.
“Me and my Arrow
(Doodle-dee-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo)
Straighter than narrow
Wherever we go
Everyone knows
It’s me and my Arrow.”
~ Harry Nilsson
I was age 16. I grew up with her voice on the radio.
I was 20 years old just entering the punk scene.
34 with a two-year-old son when Nilsson passed away. Here is a fun LP that he did with John Lennon.
Original source.
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[38][39][40] Elliot-Kugell, Owen. “Biography”. The Official Cass Elliot Website. Richard Barton Campbell & Owen Elliot-Kugell. Retrieved August 28, 2016.
“Cass Elliot, Pop Singer, Dies; Star of the Mamas and Papas”. The New York Times. July 30, 1974. Retrieved June 20, 2008.
“Cass Elliot’s Death Linked to Heart Attack”. The New York Times. August 6, 1974. Archived from the original (paid archive) on December 9, 2012. Retrieved June 20, 2008.
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“Shepherd Market History”. Shepherdmarket.co.uk. Archived from the original on September 27, 2011. Retrieved September 27, 2011.
West, Rachel (July 29, 2020). “Mama Cass Of The Mamas & The Papas Did Not Die By Choking On A Ham Sandwich, According To Obit Writer”. ET Canada. Archived from the original on August 4, 2020. Retrieved July 20, 2023.
[149] Townshend 2012, p. 268.
Dionysian Hollyhock and Morning Glory
I am saturated
Full of life
Books read
Music
And words.
I don’t need
To find and seek
I found so much
Already…
My garage is full
I am content.
I don’t need to see bands
So much anymore.
I don’t need more than a pint.
I eat half of my food
It all is neat
How more clearer life is
I love to create
My passion is
But not filled with crazy hormones.
My anger is full
At injustice
But the seesaw will
Always go this way or that.
To D. Ecstasy ….
Liminality is a quality of being in between two places or stages, on the verge of transitioning to something new.
12/`8/2025
Today I went out into my community. I had my hair cut and went shopping. Not, my normal routine. I felt a sweetness in the air, a soft dew in the atmosphere that goodness was wanting to be found. It was a new fresh feeling of discovery as my hair was being cut.
People at the store were nice and everything seemed sweet. A soft hug from the cosmos.
It did not last forever, yet I try to focus on it when the shadow comes a calling.
The X-Files
Jenn (played by Paula Sorge) was the name given to a very powerful jinniyah by Fox Mulder in 2000.
Jinni money
“That’s the price that we all pay
And the value of destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there was just no way of knowing.”
Today I believe I am the jenii out of an episode of the X-Files.
A couple of weeks earlier I found forty bucks rolled up on the ground.
Today sitting in my local pub, I watched the world go by. I just received my 5th Covid-19 vaccine from Kaiser.
“Mulder: What would your wish be if you were in my place?
Jenn: I’m not you. It doesn’t matter.
Mulder: No, but I just, you know, I’d like to know.
Jenn: I wish that I’d never heard the word “wish” before. I’d wish that I could live my life moment by moment, enjoying it for what it is instead of worrying about what it isn’t. I’d sit down somewhere with a great cup of coffee, and I’d watch the world go by.”
A freedom. No phone.
My Nutty Burnett
A Pint instead of a coffee.
What is on my mind are all the ugly apartments built along the streets.
The San Fernando Valley is a mixture of apartments, the homeless and cars.
A strange hopelessness is in the fast air.
A cruelty place where there are too many manifesting cars. No planning, just more building.
Across from the old Rocketdyne is a homeless camp. In the far-flung distance one sees the massive apartment building just built during a pandemic and drought here in California.
Out of reach for these homeless people. Apartments built that no one is leasing.
So, I finished my free meal today, a pint of beer and appetizer of Ahi Poke paid for by jinni money.
“I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come.
That my life would depend on the morning sun.”
This is dedicated to Jenn… thank you.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Revealing Art form The netherworld… captured by Hudley.
“Netherworld” most commonly refers to the underworld, a supernatural realm of the dead in mythology and religion, often located below the earth.
“What is underway is a Plutonian process of change at a cellular level. Kali, the Great Dark Mother, demands that here and now we have the strength to be with what is. To learn radical receptivity to darkness.
Pluto brings to the surface ideas and attitudes that are past their expiration date in order for them to be let go- that is the matrix of transformation and regeneration.”
– LORNA BEVAN MA
http://www.hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk
Tonight is a heavy night… so these three songs bobbed up and down from my subconscious… and floating there… my dance tonight about the dark night…
“The subterranean is a bottomless pit
The vinyl vultures are after it
Moulten lava, sulphur vapours
Smoulder on to obligerate us.”
“You’ve got me pretty deep, baby
Can’t figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
Sitting it out in heaven above”
“Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow”
There are times in life I think my heart should die
But why does it keep on beating
The worst of my fears are happening today
The sacred place is being raped and cut down.
The cold hateful machine razor sharp
To all the bees and sweet animals
Something sacred will be gone
How sad life is for me
Yet I did capture you
A video memoir worth sharing today.
Hudley 6/11/24
I know of a place,
In my neighborhood,
Where the Goddess is.
A tall cypress tree,
Taller than a mature,
California Palm tree.
It’s tip top,
Into the heavens,
As I perceive also,
The God Attis plays,
As the fulfillment of nature.
Freedom and beauty,
As you look up up,
From a distance.
Dark sparkling perfume,
Glowing green,
Weaving and mingling,
With the wild ivy,
Filled with blooms,
Small blossoms,
Circular and pointed,
Illuminated and clothed by bees,
Humming is the swarm,
Of their glories,
Their love bees.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Watercolor by Hudley
“Ring of Fire” is a song made popular by Johnny Cash when it appeared on his 1963 album Ring of Fire: The Best of Johnny Cash. Written by Cash’s eventual second wife, June Carter Cash, and Merle Kilgore, it was originally recorded as “(Love’s) Ring of Fire” by June’s sister, Anita Carter, on her 1963 album Folk Songs Old and New.
It is interesting and endearing when you hear how Johnny Cash pronounces fire differently than Mike Ness… Johnny pronounces the “re” in fire, and Mike pronounces fire with an “a” sound… as “fia”… the orange country way.
The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild
I fell into a burning ring of fire
Went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire.
A couple days ago while moving from the garage to the house while setting up Halloween decorations husband announced,
“Watch out see the small lizard?”
I looked down and saw a very small one with a very long tail. It had a reddish orange line on its back and knew I was seeing a salamander.
Symbolically bringing up the mythology of fire. Then I thought about the Eclipse. Well, that is a nice synchronicity.
I don’t know about you reader, but yes, I have been very emotionally fiery the last few weeks. Wars and politics on the world stage can fire us all up.
Ring of Fire
This song came up into my brain today that brings in an element we all need to focus on when we look at the Solar ring of fire annular eclipse, this electric element is the “world is love.”
Fire, love and electricity and the foresight and continuity of life.
Maybe have a beer or shot of Hudson Baby Bourbon Whiskey.
Drinking a ring of fire…or fia!
Social Distortion – Ring of Fire 1990.
“Ring of Fire” is a song made popular by Johnny Cash when it appeared on his 1963 album Ring of Fire:
Anita Carter- Ring Of Fire 1962 (Orginal)
New category for posts that concur with the many film-doodles I do.
Film Doodling by Hudely Flipside
It is the creative endeavor that is real and mine to share.
I love my garden and am so close to the ways of nature. Yet as a human being I endure the other man-made things. It is a life I was born to. Yet I think we can learn the power of nature by listening and hoping for the best to inspire us to be better human beings.
I think there is a relationship with how nature is and us in general. Our feelings and emotions.
Yet often even though nature speaks to us we don’t listen.
As I am a listener and follow the ways of ancient traditions I like to share.
Creatively embracing and helping for a better world.
Wild ways, music and nature are how I endure and so it goes.
1984: An unknown German Punk with Mom.
Travel Memories: Berlin in the 1980s
During their travels in the 1980s, my parents explored the vibrant city of Berlin. One memorable moment was when my dad captured a photograph of a punk, accompanied by my mom. This photo represents a unique glimpse into Berlin’s alternative scene at the time.
While traveling, my parents actively distributed Flipside Fanzines. Sharing these publications allowed them to connect with others who appreciated underground music and culture, further enriching their travel experiences.
He has a Charged GBH “Give Me Fire” T-Shirt with Jock Blyth on the front. How cool is that. What a great punk rock synchronicity.
On Monday I watched Rachel on MSMBC and the first word out of her mouth was Berlin.
“Rachel Maddow looks at a murder in Berlin, Germany that U.S. officials believe was a Russia-sanctioned assassination and notes that Russia’s past reticence to commit killings in Western countries appears to have faded, raising concerns about the recently outed Russian spy living in the United States.”
Then the weekend before I was watching an old TCM film. And a friend on Facebook said she did not have TCM and would love to have it. I then thought to myself I would sure love to go to Berlin, but I just cannot. As I looked up to the TV screen, I heard, from the 1932 film Back Street, Walter Saxel say,
“Would you like me to take you to Berlin?”
I said yes. And realize this synchronicity only rubs me the erroneous way out of anticipation.
Then to really get my goat last night I was watching one show on TV. One of my late-night bedtime rituals. The continuity of watching an episode of the sitcom Hogan’s Heroes. Of course, the whole focus tonight was on Berlin.
“Bad Day in Berlin”
“Hogan’s Heroes: Season 4, Episode 11″Hogan’s Heroes” Bad Day in Berlin (TV Episode 1968).”
Again, Berlin is on my mind. I googled and read about it and reflected on its history.
Currently it is for me about the good feeling of accomplishments and the rewards of following a project through to its end. It is what it is but seems my psyche is having fun playing with me through multiple synchronicities.
Maybe a nice finish with an Oktoberfest beer this weekend.
Feeling Bitchin’
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To Prometheus and his Fennel staff of Fire… thanks!
Trusting my insight and foresight has been a struggle for me. Often, I let others push me off my mark due to facts and figures that oppose my observations.
A current adventure with our internet service and adjourning phone line is my issue today.
I’ve been paying the same amount since we set up the service. I then noticed September’s bill increase by about twenty dollars.
I called my service to ask why in August after I got the bill. It was explained to me that the company decided to up an overall five dollar increase to all their customers who use their phone service. This of course increased many other things. The dynamo increase of those pesky taxes too.
So I nicely had the phone taken off our plan. I talked to a nice representative and technician who did the work and told me that September’s bill would decrease, and I would pay less.
I told the representative,
“I only receive robot calls from the same companies and scams. I then must play the nasty game of telling them I am from Mars.”
She laughed at that and understood.
I know the bill is due today and had not received a notice or new bill. I went online to see our bill, and nothing had changed. So, in my little “good grief,” I called the server back once more.
I was told in an argumentative debate that they base their bills on “prorating” the past month.
“The practice of prorating can apply in many areas, from billing for services to paying out dividends or allocating business partnership income. Pro rata is calculated by dividing the instance of an item by the maximum quantity of that item. This ratio can then be applied to any related item to find the same proportion.”
I told this person that is not what I was told. They told me when I cancelled the service that I would not have to pay the full amount and then I would receive a new bill for September.
They did the run around or indirectly blamed me for not listening to them. Yet I felt like they were not listening to me and trying to get me to agree with them even though my guts knew they were bold face liars.
I think I talked to a supervisor who was the same. So, after some debate she told me she would do me a favor and give me a onetime discount waiver.
“I sure had to work hard for those twenty dollars.”
I paid the whole bill anyway out of that shadowy doubt of guilt.
I called back again to see if in fact I got that waiver and if in fact the phone line was cancelled.
The new representative told me that it was all good and told me how my bill next month included the waiver. This means I got my money back.
I told the conversation I had with another representative who told me that I would have to pay the full amount this month due to the word “prorating.”
She then told me an amazing thing. That they do not do that and that they go by each month. So, I was in fact told a lie. We laughed over it, and I filed a complaint that did go forward to the other representative. I felt good about that.
This new representative had style. She told me to look on my bill on page four and so I did and read this,
“… in accordance with the…. Conditions of Service, …. Services are billed on a monthly basis.”
Yes, no mention of prorating.
I had a wonderful moment.
The moral of this real-life experience is this, if you don’t say something and just let someone else tell you something else for you to believe, believe in yourself first. Don’t be bullied, influenced, or rejected without following through to the wonderful conclusion in believing in yourself.
Ya it was all over twenty bucks, might have well been one million dollars or the good feeling of holding integrity up for the losers to see, since they don’t have any.
1972 a very good year…
A FLOPSIDE COMIC edited by Mr. SHit…. who is terrible at editing but at 65 has the extreme enthusiasm of a 20 year old….
Mr. FUck and Mr. ShIt are so bitchin’ man… they like to hang out and have fun..
NOt a FLipside COmic Mr. SHit but a FLOPSIDE COMIC>>>>>>
Old Man Joe was recorded in our bomb shelter…. he was so happy to read for us at FLOPSIDE COmics... he usually is the silent one of integrity, wicked smarts and cantankerous ways…
As he said,
“From one old fool to some others…”
Sadly, they have lost their dignity and grace.
McConnell appears to freeze while speaking with reporters in Kentucky.
Feinstein’s fall was described as a minor slip and did not involve steps or stairs.
We at FLOPSIDE Comics must make this editorial. We have talked to Hudley, and she agrees.
She has worked at nursing homes and as a Home Health Aide.
We all hold great respect for the ageing.
Yet there is a time when one needs to take off the sheath of power to let others who are more apparently resilient and healthier take their place.
As a California Senator and as the minority Senate leader.
Democrats and Republicans can agree to something as profoundly real as this. We like the fact that when an issue crosses the line, reaching across the Aisle of politics, and both parties have a common issue to deal with, this real issue of poor health and age.
It is a reality we all face if we live long enough. They are not Queens or Kings but elected to serve their time with dignity and grace.
Yet now is the time, for both of them, to step down with dignity and grace.
This song is dedicated to Mr. SHit’s extreme enthusiasm…
Fani Willis
New to the Strong Woman Postcard Series.
A woman to be reckoned with. The true face of justice is beautiful.
Duley Toledo, Joey Rimicci, John Cornell and Hudley
As we were getting hit by rain
And during an earthquake
Those creative endeavors help.
An interval, unpretentiously put, is the distance between two notes.
An intervening time or space. A pause or break in activity.
Netherworld, “place beneath the earth,” comes from nether.”
A payment showed up on my account.
A nether payment.
It was not one that I made. It was pending and was sent. I contacted the payee, and they after five days processed the payment. I asked them to send the money back because my bank had a glitch. Now I am waiting to process a single payment.
It has been four days. Two to five days is the given time for either or both major companies to process an electronic payment.
I talked to my oldest son who is a computer engineer. A cowboy coder who works for a major company. He told me that once money is sent to the “Q” then the money must stand in line to be processed. One at a time.
Kind of like standing in line at some crazy carnival. Until they are processed. The processor may be a big, massive computer or maybe not so big.
He said banks and mortgage companies usually don’t have the best processors like big tech companies.
I mailed a physical package on the same day I had the money reversed and the physical package got there already.
I got a call from my friend telling me so.
Yet still my money is lost in the interval.
The processing interval of money.
Chaos…
I am worried, my money may get lost in the electronic netherworld, and may never leave the place beneath the earth.
Maybe a dwelling electronic monster has set up a home under the “Q” bridge.
Under the flowing processing bridge
an ugly troll is living
Making us wait as he picks his nose
And cleans his toes.
Having a long interval of
Hot hot
Burn his tongue coffee breaks.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
All About a song one to the next …
Early 1980s.
I remember this song playing on every Jukebox in town and on MTV.
It was a song that bubbled up from the 1960s.
I enjoy both renderings of the song.
I was driving when this song came on my car radio today.
It brings those long nights back of beer and pizza joints before shows at local clubs in the 1980s.
UB40 was one of those bands that formed and reached fast fame. A fun band capturing a generation !
Red Red Wine is a Neil Diamond song that lingered but was not as popular as the 1980s version but has since emerged as a classic song !
I like when a song emerges eternally through generations!
The broken heart sings over issues like this one, and eternally it will sing about …
“Red, red wine goes to my head
Makes me forget that I still need her so.”
I once thought it was sung as “still need a soul.”
UB40 recorded a cover version in 1983 that went to No. 1 in the UK and was moderately successful in the United States. It was rereleased in 1988 and went to No. 1 on the Billboard Hot
“Red Red Wine” is a song originally written, performed and recorded by American singer Neil Diamond in 1967 that appears on his second studio album, Just for You. The lyrics are written from the perspective of a person who finds that drinking red wine is the only way to forget his woes.
The William Blake Tarot Cards of the creative Imagination `- ED Buryn
Foresight, foreknowledge, prescience, divination, premonition, clairvoyance, presentiment. omniscience, sixth sense.
I was born with foresight. It was a natural part of my DNA, and it cursed me because no one from my family explained it to me. I found the answers through books, TV and others with this value of seeing life.
A curse because there are things in our lives that hold certain degrees of pain that cling to us. For me it was foresight. Knowing things before they happened. An intuitive knowing that plagued me without being able to put words to what it was.
Then in time I learned to hold on to my foresight. Waiting for found explanation to my confusion. Other friends and family looked at me cross-eyed with wonder or doubt.
Now that I am 65 years old, I see it as a gift of foresight, for that is what it is now, it reveals to me that I was OK.
I can use my active imagination to go back and be the person that listens and tries to understand. Because the youthful me needs to be heard.
It has come around to be a blessing that I will confirm as good. Now is a time to reap what I have sown. Building on this magical nature that many of us share.
It is my Cornish character, maybe. I hope to encourage others here to listen to their foresight. It is so human and feminine. An honorable part of who we are.
To bend back and embrace all the past, present and future.
The good bridge of balance.
William Blake is a friend who helped me along the way to believe…
William Blake died on August 12th 1827.
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