I was practicing my HeartMath meditation. I looked up to see the heart reflection in my curtain. I never noticed it before.
It seems that I found an answer to my problem today. Sometimes we try too hard for goodness in the world. We can get bit in the butt by an uncomfortable opposition.
Also if we are out of balance and being nasty and uncomfortably angry and sad, sometimes something very wonderful can hop in our lap.
Life is about balancing out the opposites or opposite forces. It is not easy as you well know.
Sometimes one has to say goodbye to old friends and wait for new ones.
Ideals change as well as hopes. Intelligence and integrity can move away and be far from reach.
Unclear points in life and unknown facts can make life cruel. Yet hanging on to real allies is a gift that illumines my soul.
As the sound of a flute that joins our hearts together in hope of a more loving world !
Update. I have melanoma and now on for surgery and possible other options to kill the cancer.
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.
~ Carl Jung
I have studied at universities the value of sacred texts and myths older than the patriarchs. I have been a probationer with the Rosicrucian Fellowship longer than forty years and learned of the creation of the cosmos, astrology, and the journey of our souls and of evolution and rebirth.
I have visited the underworld where darkness I did escape back into the light. I know the medicine wheel where Buffalo whispers in my ear of the wonders of bravery.
I have dreamed of the Thyrsus and watched bees. Knowing both have blessed my heart as they collect nectar of the soul and flowers. Teaching me about nature.
I created two beings in my womb and have taken on the responsibilities as a wife and mother. I create with the wonder of my youth and education. I have known misery and despair and bliss and orgasmic wonders. I have experienced the death of my loved ones and also the death of love.
I also have endured many things. I see the good and wonderful as well.
All these things are within me and help me to travel this journey of life. We own nothing. Everything is temporary and a gift.
Yet this waiting on biopsy of a possible Melanoma skin cancer is a bit overwhelming.
It started out as a new mole on my left upper arm about five years ago. The shape of a dark brown heart. I thought to myself, affirming,
“I don’t remember this?”
Yet it has changed over the last few months. And so, I took responsibility as I am turning 65 this May to take care of myself and address myself squarely as well as my mortality.
It could be nothing, or it could be a minor surgery to remove it, or it could be much more dangerous.
Robert Dean Stockwell (March 5, 1936 – November 7, 2021)
Punk rock Debunked …I remember hearing Darby Crash say his father was the kid with green hair who was in the film The Boy with Green hair.
I thought it was funny, Yet I heard the gossip spread around as things tend to. Well currently while I was studying a particular actor that I like, not only did I find that he was an environmental activist, but that he was in fact the boy who played the part.
Dean Stockwell was the kid with green hair who played the boy in the film The Boy with Green Hair. He played a lot of acting parts as a kid. I think he is so fun to see through his years of films and TV series. He was the best of character actors.
1968… wow I remember this like yesterday… at 10 years old. I remember all the flower children. Topanga Canyon to the PCH. We would hang out and watch them… endlessly on the streets. It was so real… more than a film …. but it does bring back memories. I have nothing against flower children or hippies… they were pretty cool. Which is why I am a pacifist to this day. One of my brothers was a flower child for as long as the scene lasted.
Going to San Francisco in the early 1980s hippies would still walk up and ask if you wanted some acid. Also taking the subway in San Jose old hippies still were living the life. They smelled bad and were not too curious about the young punks around them. Sometimes you could start up a conversation.
I still wrestle with my punk rock devil … yet spinning the files randomly this popped up… not everyone will understand this, but keeping my “animus in amber” is not an easy thing for any woman to do, Jungian wise… but I am working on it.
30 Million-Year-Old Praying Mantis Is Preserved in Pristine Piece of Amber
I am cleaning up some of my pages here on my site. I was surprised to find this podcast still available. It was a time when I was reclaiming my punk rock heritage. I could feel the punk nostalgia hitting back in 2008.
Now it has taken full circle and there are more experts, new documentarians and other people taking a historic look at Punk Rock. Even… some museums cough cough. It is all good I guess but I hate to see punk exploited for money and sometimes a rewriting of history can be witnessed.
Yet since this interview with Tod, I have achieved my goals. For example, KFJC DJ Hudley Flipside for Flipside Radio tape One through 13 is up and running,
I published a new paperback edition of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 our Ten-Year Anniversary Issue in 2019. And the side kick My Punkalullaby memoir is also available.
I think I have voiced myself clearly when it comes to punk rock and my history with this phenomenon quite clearly.
Numerous stories and narratives on my WordPress blog not to forget the creation story of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film EpeisodionOne, Two and Three. Now complete and for free viewing on my YouTube Channel.
I want to thank Todd Taylor back then when I was really wrestling with my punk rock devil. Todd believed in me and helped me to find my voice once more.
To believe in that wild youthful punk chick that I once was, when I ran with such an interesting crowd of characters, bands and even some endearing friends, even to this day.
To those punker friends who have passed away since … I miss their clever and humorous ways. Yet at times they mysteriously stand by whispering in my ear egging me on as always!
Todd Taylor and Hudley
Click below to listen…. it is still up…. (10-14/24)
* I placed as a Finalist in the April 2023 Competition. So much art… yet the renegotiation is satisfying. Below is the inspiration. A quote from a book.
“One day, having noticed my covetous gaze, he presented me with a tiny golden pendant of my own-two bees entwined together around a tiny honeycomb. It glistened in the sun light, so rich and burnished that I thought the minute drop of honey would melt and slide away in the heat.”
Daedalus gives Ariadne a gift. ~ Ariadne Page 7, by Jennifer Saint.
“Entries from many countries across the world: South Korea, Hong Kong, Ukraine, USA, Taiwan, Austria, Italy, Canada, Poland, Singapore, South Africa and Portugal. Enjoy the show and thank you for expressing an interest in our competition.”
I have often been afraid or uneasy or did not believe in competition. The means of doing anything is an obligation I took for myself and the world a long time ago. Acknowledgement is a new feeling for me, and I like it.
What really turns me on here is that so many countries unite through sharing their art in a competition without hate or dismay. That the world can join here in peace and beauty and reflection.
This is so good. That is why I love my WordPress site. It lets individuals communicate all around the world. Communication is the key to peace and though we can get angry, expression is always best. Creative expression is our superior and the best of our collective human nature.
It says pencil in the competition. It is pencil, sharpie pen ink and watercolor.
American dollars and weapons gleam Support another corrupt regime Human rights long out of style Another killing another farce-trial Intervention All the millions spent in aid Spent on the war parade Technological march of death Finalize a child’s last breath Intervention War-monger leaders in search of glory Make their blood mark on history As the children die of malnutrition Another child killed by Some political position Intervention
A nice line up of bands…. really awesome… Thanks… and all my punk love and beyond.
1987 was a rough time for me punk wise. I had a few miscarriages, and we did not have any medical coverage at the time. We were not young anymore and hitting close to turning 30. Some of our staff had it easy still living at home with their folks while Al and I struggled to keep each issue, video and record moving down the production-project-line.
As I have said many times before there were a lot of hands in the Flipside cookie jar and bands were an ‘overwhelming wipe-out.’ Always under a wave of needs.
Our neighbors we lived next to in the same courtyard were turning into monsters. Yet we moved on… even after the 1987 Whittier Earthquake hit hard. Our office had a pile of records, images, books, computer stuff as tall as the ceiling. It took forever to clean up.
Our neighbors on either side lived outside for a few months which made the neighborhood scary.
The Flipside machine kept up the work regardless of earthquakes, miscarriages, or any other drama.
I was getting tired of the violent art that most punk bands were putting out in their work. It got very uncreative and redundant. Yet, I know many talented people were all doing their best. Considerably more talented than I but then again they did not own this Fanzine.
I came up with two of my first “Flopside Cartoon Characters” then. Doomis Day and Roonski Cat. I used them a lot as little doodles in our Fanzine.
So being that staff person Joy was pushing her talent all over the place I took a stand and put my goofy art on the cover of this Vinyl Fanzine. I was having fun and trying to move away from the usual cover images I was enduring.
Doomis Day was of course a rendering of Doris Day. Roonski cat came with a loud giant ghetto blaster. These two characters were off- beat and annoying.
Doodles at their best. A little bit of “those who caused considerable trouble” still echoing through Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and beyond!
Punk Rock Historian & colleague and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Maybe a cliché or fuck up, or glitch will be found… my burning tears… always found in an honest Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine project or on a vinyl record played too many times….
My celebration today…
A Hudley Flipside Editorial
Rodney on the ROQ vinyl band compilation. Vol. 1-3
Issue 21
Flipside Fanzine 21
December 1980
Brooke Shields – Introduction
Agent Orange – Bloodstains
Adolescents – Amoeba
Circle Jerks – Wild In The Streets
U.X.A. – Tragedies
Klan – Pushin’ Too Hard
Black Flag – No Values
Rik L Rik – The Outback
Crowd – Right Time
David Microwave – I Don’t Want To Hold You
The Nuns – Wild
Fender Buddies – Furry Friend
Vidiots – Laurie’s Lament
Simpletones – T.V. Love
New York, Surprise! – Is That All There Is?
Issue 28
Flipside Fanzine 28
November 1981
Target 13 – Rodney on the ROQ
Social Distortion – 1945
Shattered Faith – Right Is Right
Black Flag – Rise Above
Minutemen – Search
Redd Kross – Burn Out
CH3 – You Lie
Agent Orange – Mr. Moto
Red Rockers – Dead Heroes
Unit 3 + Venus – B.O.Y.S.
The Stepmothers – Where Is the Dream
Gleaming Spires – Are You Ready For the Sex Girls
The Little Girls – The Earthquake Song
Levi and The Rockats- Ready to Rock
Twisted Roots – Snaked
Geza X – We Need More Power
Issue 35
Flipside Fanzine 35
November 1982
Kent State – Radio Moscow
Ill Repute – Clean Cut American Kid
J.F.A. – Preppy
Channel 3 – Seperate Peace
Catch 22 – Stop The Cycle
Pariah – Up To Us
Red Scare – Streetlife
No Crisis – She’s Into The Scene
Rudi – Crimson
Unit 3 with Venus – Pajama Party
Bangles – Bitchen Summer (Speedway)
Action Now – Try
Signals – Gotta Let Go
Gayle Welch – Day Of Age
Radio Music – Johnny Angel / New Dance
David Hines – Land Of 1,000 Dances
Rodney On The ROQ Volume One, Two and Three.
Rodney On the ROQ Volume One, Two and Three. (1980s)
Flipside Fanzine Inserts.
Looking back on the covers of these three compilations brings a smile to my face. Picture this: “Young girls on the covers” – it was definitely an uncomfortable experience for me! However, I am excited to say that we experienced a wonderful evolution with the arrival of Flipside and Gasatanka Records.
Flipside / Gasatanka Records and just Flipside Records in the vibrant 1980s era, we witnessed a creative surge that was both exciting and transformative. The label, which was eventually formed later, resonated deeply with all of us at Gasatanka and Flipside, capturing the essence of the underground music scene. This connection fostered a sense of community and innovation, allowing us to explore eclectic sounds and foster talent that challenged the norms of the time. Through collaboration and a shared vision, we aimed to elevate music that truly embodied the spirit of artistic freedom and expression that defined that remarkable decade.
My obligation to Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. (1977 to 2002)
As a co-publisher, editor of Flipside Fanzine I hold to my heart a need to protect and preserve the memory of this Fanzine. Being its roughly 20 years of existence.
How it is presented to the world is important to me. At one time Flipside Fanzine supported a beginning and then growing underground, and international, punk rock scene.
Over the last few years, I have had bands, record labels, writers and major movie companies approach me for images for their work and/or production pertaining to Flipside Fanzine. I engage the many demands in a proper and organized manner.
There is not another Flipside person who has stepped forward to engage this pressure.
My intentions are good for Flipside Fanzine, and I will continue to protect it as best I can. I hold good integrity too. I can choose with whom I share or sell things from this Fanzine.
Be it the fanzine itself, videos, or records. I am under an umbrella of protection, and I can release things for such productions as I always mention those involved at the time if they are dead, or otherwise, or do not want to be bothered. Flipside was a fast moving fanzine with many who did willfully engage freely in its creative life time.
I love Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. It is ironic to me, but Flipside’s created products become more precious with time. Everything Flipside “produced and created” is becoming more in demand.
In its publishing history there have only been two owners of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine, its “living publishing time,” Al Flipside (Al Kowalewski) and me Hudley Flipside (Holly D Cornell).
I promise to do my best with all of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine documented materials and all products over its full life. Yet now it is a defunct fanzine and we only see it as a history of what once was and so many of its creations still shine in many corners of the world.
Do you remember those art films you watched in class in elementary school. They got me to wondering just like a mystery or scary film. So, I decided to engage those memories with my own art mineral film.
Youngest son had to go study minerals and gems … a fun day at the LA Museum but both the LA Memorial Coliseum and Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County are surrounded by poverty and such a treacherous drive to get there.
The duality of life is witnessed! Many older women wait at the bus stop, as fast cars cut corners in the pursuit of oblivion? Strange dark corners in old broken apartments hold desperation or reflection as I see!
In return the big rich donors to the museum are great, as the surrounding community lacks such concern!
Happy unaware children and babies and a history of preservation even on a hooked tip of a once weaponized airplane!
Working all my life, on and off, with many types of jobs I stopped working after I had children. Now at 65, I am short of one point. This comes to around two thousand dollars ($1,640) based on my social security to receive any of my benefits.
I saw that there was a women’s movement in this country to have “Housewives” get paid for their “love” work at home.
I think the “Wages For Homework” should be a current movement for those who choose to stay home and take care of the kids, and all the other chores that come with running the household. Cooking, cleaning, accounts, changing the kitty litter box etc. It is not a sex thing but a government thing. Our government bases everything on the amount of taxes a person pays which is based on their earned income.
My goal is to sell 100 Los Angeles Flipside Fanzines (Only 20 dollars each) this year to make my point in order to earn my social security benefits and Medicare. And to bring back the campaign “Wages For Housework” because if women can’t have abortions who is going to stay home and take care of the kids? We need to take care of the mamas, grand-mamas, the babies and support our families! All with excellent healthcare too.
Just click on the image…
“Since 1978, you can earn up to a maximum of 4 credits per year.
Credits are based on your total wages and self-employment income for the year. You might work all year to earn 4 credits, or you might earn enough for all 4 in much less time.
The amount of earnings it takes to earn a credit may change each year. In 2023, you earn 1 Social Security and Medicare credit for every $1,640 in covered earnings each year. You must earn $6,560 to get the maximum 4 credits for the year.
During your lifetime, you might earn more credits than the minimum number you need to be eligible for benefits. These extra credits do not increase your benefit amount. The average of your earnings over your working years, not the total number of credits you earn, determines how much your monthly payment will be when you receive benefits.”
After opening the bathroom drawer up on the Q-Tips box was a large beetle bug. I think we both were surprised. I swooped it up to the ground and got my two sleeping kitty girls. I know this is their favorite pass time going after bugs that enter the house. I am guilty because I’m prejudice on how cats think over the needs of this bug.
As the two girls altered to attention and moved towards the bug it was not a long chase. Seems beetle turned around and pinched one of the girls. End of their engagement. Yet over the week the two kitties did keep beetle bug in the bathroom.
Youngest son and I did some cleaning in the bathroom and did not find beetle bug. So, I put a small plastic container in the bathroom in case the bug showed up.
Beetle bug was there one day in the bottom closet and seemed to be waiting for me. Husband and I caught the bug and put the creature outside on the grass near the rosemary bush.
Hungry as if the beetle bug came upon the biggest smorgasbord in town. Embracing a purple anarchy flower, grass and leaves, this beetle bug’s feast began. Beautiful little beetle bug is now free.
worm
While walking around the block. A break from the rain. I saw a worm halfway across the cement walkway. Knowing about other people walking, dogs and wild things, it seemed like this little creation did not have much of a chance of survival. I often find rolled up ones dried from the heat.
I tried to gently hold the little worm that was very long. He was slimy, grey, and untouchable. So, I grabbed a small leaf and got him and softly put him on the earth near a bush.
The worm slowly moved with all its body’s muscles into the darkness of the earth. Only leaving the tip of a tail. I smiled and touched it saying loudly,
“BOOP!”
With boundless rapidity the little worm pulled a worm tail into the safety of the dark grassy earth and was gone.
As a late 70s and 1980s female punk natural documentarian and fledgling journalist, I was there to experience it. Often not listened to or marginalized as today. A fish out of water where the early scene was hard to find a female punk who was nice to finding some of the best.
Hilda and Dee for instance. I made my way regardless as today.
Human was someone that seemed to understand this and listened and saw me.
Later when the Facebook thing happened, we found each other again. And his edgy humor dismayed me more than once.
We were communicating about female folk singers of the 1960 and 1970s. I brought up modern words by Jean Shinoda Bolen, “The Goddess is every-woman.” He laughed and said, “What about men are you ignoring men HUD?”
This is when I came up with a. Mr. Fuck “The God is every-fucking-man.” He inspired this. I hope he laughed as much as I. A watercolor doodle. He seemed to like them.
I told him how redundant it was. Hey, we often had heated debates. Later I would get a message from him saying,
“HUD, you know I am not serious; I was just being funny, nothing personal, OK?”
He taught me proper “HUMAN” sarcasm etiquette and that being a woman in the punk scene in the 1980s mattered to many. I embraced equality or androgyny as working together to support a punk scene.
As we all know there was a lot more to Human than a band or a punk scene. He was talented, unique, and suffered as all of us. The world was just better knowing he was here.
Detox touring in New York with Flipside Fanzine and Ink Disease Fanzine.
If women and men and all those in between and around, don’t fight for their rights, be it small or major world changing … unfortunately there are nut jobs ready to take over the world in a very unfair, crazy, and fascist way. Most of them have lost their ability to discern and hold to a propaganda or support system that is a dark, fear inspired, hate and stupidity blended homogeneous in their coffee coffee. They are drinking it down…
No American woman should be denied access to family planning assistance because of her economic condition.
~ Richard Nixon
Dorothea: What is that?
Abbie: It’s The Raincoats.
Dorothea: Can’t things just be pretty?
Jamie: Pretty music is used to hide how unfair and corrupt society is.
Dorothea: Ah, okay so… they’re not very good, and they know that, right?
Abbie: Yeah, it’s like they’ve got this feeling, and they don’t have any skill, and they don’t want skill, because it’s really interesting what happens when your passion is bigger than the tools you have to deal with it. It creates this energy that’s raw. Isn’t it great?
~ 20th Century Women
When I was growing up my dad would not let us talk politics, religion, or science fiction. We lived in a male dominated world and that was how it was. When the 70’s hit things started to change. When the civil rights movement grasped the main media in the late 1960s and the women’s rights movement in the 1970s, it changed the main media exchange and life became a real lesson on our human rights.
“Roe v. Wade, 410 U.S. 113 (1973), was a landmark decision of the U.S. Supreme Court in which the Court ruled that the Constitution of the United States generally protects a pregnant woman’s liberty to choose to have an abortion.”
As a young lady Planned Parenthood clinics became available to us all over the USA and beyond.
“Planned Parenthood has received federal funding since 1970, when President Richard Nixon signed into law the Family Planning Services and Population Research Act, amending the Public Health Service Act. Title X of that law provides funding for family planning services, including contraception and family planning information. The law had support from both Republicans and Democrats. Nixon described Title X funding as based on the premise that “no American woman should be denied access to family planning assistance because of her economic condition.”
I have a friend who I grew up with who plays by the extreme conservative playbook. Where civil rights and a woman’s rights are changing for the worst. She did not want to have children, so she consciously got sterilized. When I was about 18 after being group raped and then having an abortion, I too almost took that measure. Yet I am glad I did not. I now have two sons that I can’t imagine living life without.
Now in some states she could not have that right to choose, nor I for that matter. God did not strike us down for our decisions.
Yet now she supports a political agenda hurriedly ascending to take away those rights, well it does not make sense.
It is like seeing a big image of Nixon on the back of a stage with Kari Lake foaming at the mouth with her anti humanity propaganda. They don’t make sense. It is absurd.
How do you reason with a drunk dad who is calling you a moron when you want to watch Star Trek.? You can’t.
20th Century Women (2016) was not a big film, but it holds a high degree of foresight about what was coming and is right upon us now, again. It tells a narrative rich and believable and endearing. And yes, I got to work with the production to share a image but it is an image that is endearing to me.
It was my story about being a woman in the late 1970s and how one image was used, and I never got credit for it, until in the ending credits of this awesome film. I could not think of a better way to achieve my goal. Which makes the film so special to me and that I took my two boys to see it when they both were still living at home. A special time to teach my boys about women, civil rights, and the early punk scene. But most importantly about what it is like being a mom.
In conclusion as a mama, punk, one who supports civil rights and a woman’s right to choose, to one who wants national healthcare for all, I just had to set the scene straight… there is something off here in the time we are witnessing, and it is not good.
Dix Denney has passed away so I thought of this tape I did with Flipside Radio and The Weirdos marathon… we were so spoiled… we really are… my heart just aches…. 1984 and before and beyond.
Tape Nine 10/08/84
Weirdo Enjoy the BIG PUNK ROCK 1984
The real deal. This tape was released around 28 fucking years ago. Where a process of recording, organizing, mailing, and airing tapes live turned out to be a very successful project indeed!! Wow!! Projects took some time back in the 1980s. All sent through our post office box. The Flipside post office was a busy place in Whittier California. One little, tiny post office box oversaw a vast number of gifts. which consisted of records, mail, ads, and money. It was like Christmas every day. Then there was the Post Office Master. A lady that I hated at first but who turned out to leave little gifts for us in our ‘po box each Christmas season. She thought we were weird at first with our wild ways but later she became a part of our unofficial crew in her own dependable way.
Enjoy a cameo appearance by Henry Rollins.
(You must trust your eyes you’re not insane)
Live Flipside Video Music with Plain Wrap at the legendary Cathay de Grande. On Track 2…
“I’d rather be a sprat than a mackerel, you can slip through the net It’s set, it also takes one to catch one.”
It is imperative then that a woman brings up the masculine side of her nature, that she learns to love a thing, or an idea, even, though this is primarily a man’s prerogative, and even though her attitude toward the thing or idea will never be his. For however completely she has succeeded in this task, she will care more about the application of the idea than for the idea itself, though she will still call it the idea. So it is, her love finds its way through the thing to the human being back of the thing.
Harding, Esther. The Way of All Women (C. G. Jung Foundation Books Series) (p. 99). Shambhala. Kindle Edition.
I am reading a book, The Astrology of Midlife and Aging by Erin Sullivan. I ordered years ago on my Kindle but forgot yet recently got a paperback copy. It is helping me make this on the “limn,” means edge, experience of turning 65 much better.
All the trash I have to throw away from those companies that what to entrap me in some medicare deals makes me feel like a target for sure.
Thinking of things I love… but might have to let go of.
I am making changes in my life. Seeing what is valuable in life. What to keep and what to let go of. Finding out, it is normal to daydream of the past and remember how things were but also to do a few more modern things as well. Yet my need to be on the cutting edge is about gone from my need or guilt to hang on or somehow feel responsible. I will keep to what inspires me, makes me angry or affirms by position on things.
Funny I decided to order the LA Times paper to get that lovely feeling again of holding a paper and reading it again. I found out that in 5 days that I am allergic to the ink in the paper used.
Tight chest, hard time breathing and feeling drained, and I thought it was Covid-19 again or maybe the old rainy weather. That is ironic to me.
The newsprint / ink thing? I once was addicted to the smell of new ink on newsprint in fanzines and vinyl record covers and inserts. I now know those days are over. Funny how fate can make decisions for you.
My Dell computer got Covid19 and is now at Docs. A rather new one for having issues with Dell and Windows. But shit happens. It is good too because I got out an older computer and cleaned it and upgraded the software and it is running very nicely. It cannot use any of my Adobe programs but that is OK. At least it can go online and work here on my WordPress site.
In the process I came across some stuff I was doing that needs to be followed through with. So, I will do it now.
Here are the two vinyl fanzines vol. 1 and 2 through “Flipside / Gasatanka.” Mighty amazing at the time for a growing punk scene. I am grateful to the bands. The contributions to our fan base were well received and the promotion did not hurt either.
Working with Al and Bill was fun and I never quite knew where the boat was sailing but we ran a tight ship and got to shore. Then got these records on the deck for distribution.
A time when bands, fanzines, records labels and others worked together without big heads but instead with a real love of the music we supported in so many ways.
I did the layouts for the inserts and helped where I could with the more in-depth recording and promotional aspects of getting these out. And to the other artists and executives … thank you too, you know who you are. Lots of hands in the Flipside cookie jar.
Al and Bill were a dynamic duo to work with and, as the third fanatic, we three did good for the love of a punk scene. You are welcome even Black Market Baby is welcomed, though I don’t know why?
Dick wad….
Bands on vol. 1
Dickies “Gigantor (Live Cleveland Agoura)”
Government Issue “Religious Ripoff”
The Freeze “No One Is Ever Coming Home”
White Flag “Question of Intelligence”
Kraut “Floating with an E String”
F “Attack”
Plain Wrap “Meat Between the Treads”
Flag of Democracy “Madhouse”
TSOL “Suppose They Gave A War’’
Adrenalin O.D. “Me Three Bunch”
Scream “Fight”
Undead “In Eighty-Four”
F.U.S “Warlords (Live on WERS FM Boston)”
Black Market Baby “Total Waste”
Psycho “Master Race’”
Gay Cowboys in Bondage “Domestic Battlefield”
Borscht “Suburbia”
Anti Scrunti Faction “Big Woman”
Charged GBH “Give Me Fire (Live at Perkins Palace Pasadena)”
I am finding Mr. Fuck has come out of his Bomb shelter to play… it has been awhile. He was pissed due to the fact that Mr. Shit’s theme song came out and no one cares about him anymore. So Mr. Shit and I got together and wrote a theme song for him.
Funny how creative endeavors come out to play again as one gets older. Mr. Shit and Mr. Fuck and I are feeling creative, silly and laugh a lot too.
I think about the song Puff the Magic Dragon and realize as I get older I am happy to find the call again of Puff’s gigantic roar and the song does not make me sad anymore.
“Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail.
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff’s gigantic tail.
Noble kings and princes would bow whenever they came
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.”
Yes we all three agreed on this… so here is Mr. Fuck’s theme song that is well overdo.
Mr. BEE takes a drag watching as he critiques the theme song.
“Despite its appearance, the opossum is not related to the rat. In fact, the opossum is a marsupial, or “pouched” mammal, and is therefore related to other marsupials such as the kangaroo and the koala. Like kangaroos and koalas, infant opossums stay inside the mother’s pouch to nurse and develop. The opossum holds the distinction of being North Americas’ only marsupial.”
I hope I am found in my backyard garden under a lovely bush under the train of fence that is continuous for our clever wild animals. I have heard mama racoon back there purring with her young babes,
I have watched as Miss Opossum emerged during the day with a coat of babes holding onto her.
I have watched Raven bite squirrel’s tail back on the fence and above birds adorn our backyard as hummingbirds and singing birds of every kind. Sometime Owl visits us.
Hawk not so much anymore since our neighbors have cut down their old trees.
I hope I am found with ants in chaos over my body as I lie in the forfeitures of the earth as nature devours me in all ways possible. I wrapped the wild animal in an old blanket we had outdoors that I had just washed.
I placed Miss Opossum in a box with two yellow flowers and some blue flowered fragrant rosemary that the bees let me share and closed the recycled cardboard box. I called the city and scheduled a time for pick up.
I hope I die in my backyard as Miss Opossum has. One of my favorite places in the world. Under wild Dionysian Hollyhocks and bees humming around me as ants devour me.
Miss Opossum now is with her ancestors as her body is left behind.
I will miss you… I hope I will be missed too someday and appreciated as much as I do, Miss Opossum.
