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that bass guitar sound punk standard


The punker band Detox came into my focus today. Also, someone asked on Facebook if punk rock is dead. I think of punk as a genre of music, as a standard, like Jazz. It keeps playing on. For me it is about one song to the next. That is what I based My Punk@lullaby Journals on.  Punk is all about a song, an experience, and friends. So, I guess if all the punk standards die, and all experiences of punk, and all your punk family of friends die… then it is dead. Or you die it is dead.

If you play what you like to hear it is not dead. One can go anywhere to experience punk. Music blaring though your headphones, at a show, or at a big festival. (I shudder at the thought) That is just my preference. Punk music is like playing back memories or experiences that I have had. Punkers. I think we all live at our own standard of punk whether it be past, present, or creatively in the future… I tend to jump around to… hanging at one place more than others. I don’t consider myself a punk, but I have had my share of the 10% punk experience. There is a continuity of that kind of experience in my life.

My favorite standard of punk are two bands. Detox and [Charged] GBH! The Bass & guitar of Steve and Tony and of Ross and Jock are the best. Anytime I hear a song by either band their sounds make me happy to be alive. All those wild confused good feelings come back of belonging to a family of punks over time and space. I just feel fucking great…. thank you…. that bass guitar sound punk standard …. The best of the best…. Good, glorious and makes me feel GREAT!

That is all have to say today….



TAPE TEN

Punk Rock Museum Flipside Cartoon Issue

Flipside Cartoon Issue form The Punk Museum



 

KFJC 89.7 FM TAPE NUMBER TEN THE 10% EXPERIENCE…A KISS IN THE WIND

Sharing these tapes for free is like sharing an old jazz tune or inspiration experience. It has its place in the continuity of the punk rock experience of 1984. This is what I should have told the young woman who liked to come to this pub on punk rock DJ nights. She enjoyed listening to 30-year-old music. The thirty-year-old magazine she referred to documented the 10 % punk rock experience!

Once upon a time at the local pub a woman in her twenties looked over at me. She was talking to a friend and I heard her say,

“I don’t know what the big deal is? That magazine came out over thirty years ago?”

She then looked over at me again. I looked back at her. I raised my shoulders and rolled my eyes as if to say,

“I know what ya mean.”

This pub is considered a music pub. The founder Patrick Fairley was in the 60′s band Marmalade.  Here a long line of DJs who just happened to play 1980s punk rock. Punk rock is a unique genre and like jazz we all rejoice in the awesome sound of its originators. Going to the pub is kind of like going to church. The sociology of religion states that 80% of people going to church do so for social reasons. Only 10% go to have a religious experience. A pub is the same way. When ya add some great music and beer this is the place to be to do the 80% thing or the 10 % thing…or both.

As the spirituals gave birth to the Blues and then Jazz; so, does it inspire the music we listen to today? I don’t go to church anymore but I do go to pubs and for me it is a 10% experience. In the 1700s pubs often held meetings under the convert of drunks but, it was the beginning of revolution. It was about individuals who came together; who opposed the Church of England and their government. They sang their pub songs or hymns around the fireplace, and hidden in these songs were the lyrics and tunes that inspired the people.

Punk rock can be like going to church and it can be an 80% social thing. To me it has always been about the 10% punk rock experience. It is inspirational, thrilling and has the ability to awaken one to wild possibilities of hope and creativity as any good ‘old Jazz song does.

 

Flipside 44 Lee Comic Issue 001

A dollop for your reading pleasure from 1984 fans. Taken from the letter section of Flipside Fanzine Lee Issue # 44, 1984. We published 7 issues in 1984.  This tape is dedicated to all the Los Angeles Glitter Scene  women who became the foundation of an early punk rock scene…and to Pat Fear for his Flipside theme song.

LIVE Public Image Ltd. from Flipside Videos !!

the missing 10 % is unclassified, SNFU or part of the X-files.. so go screw!

(Taken from https://hudleyflipside.com/1984-kfjc-89-7-fm-hosted-by-hudley-flipside-about-the-big-punk-rock/

 

someday

deplete or retreat

maybe today…

but like the  little Sunflower

I’ll shine again someday !

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/deplete/


Also sprach Zarathustra (Strauss)

  1. Einleitung, oder Sonnenaufgang (Introduction, or Sunrise)
  2. Von den Hinterweltlern (Of Those in Backwaters)
  3. Von der großen Sehnsucht (Of the Great Longing)
  4. Von den Freuden und Leidenschaften (Of Joys and Passions)
  5. Das Grablied (The Song of the Grave)
  6. Von der Wissenschaft (Of Science and Learning)
  7. Der Genesende (The Convalescent)
  8. Das Tanzlied (The Dance Song)
  9. Nachtwandlerlied (Song of the Night Wanderer)

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra


 

One must have chaos within oneself, to give birth to a dancing star.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1885). Prologue 5

Pallas Athese 001



 

Who knows and beyond?

It was the year 2038, The old purple haired broad walked slowly down the street. On a big monitor above her she saw that old Flipside Logo. Now part of an advertisement campaign for public office. Those people running for office with pig hearts. And she thought it was weirder when she heard the Ramones’ song as part of a bike exercise commercial back in 2018.

After about 14 years over reflecting, reliving, and watching all the Flipside stuff I help produce become dissected, rearranged bought and sold and resold I can now let it all go. T-shirt logos and documentaries too. I came out with my own D.I.Y. publications to tell my story. It has been out for over a year or two.

Yes, I have been asked to tell my story in other people’s books. Some I did because I felt the need to save the memory of Flipside. Not anymore. I let it go. This is a reality that I had to face and it was not easy letting go of the need to protect Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

“It may be bad, but it feels good”

I hope others that were part of Flipside tell their own stories in their own way. Who knows we could put together a blog or book that includes our individual stories as writers, shit workers, photographers, people who caused considerable trouble etc. That would be fun.

One thing that shines through as a truth that Al and I believed in…. “You don’t have to ask permission.” If you want to do it just do it. “

So, letting it go means just that. You don’t have to ask me if you want to use this or that from Flipside’s vast products in anything you are doing. Just do it. I will not be part of that anymore. It is not my responsibility.

Yet, I do have my projects if you need to see what it was like for me as a Flipside punk person. A simple story that I did in my little bedroom converted into an office. Where I do my art, poetry and writing of all kinds, so be it. It took me 2004 to 2017 to finish the Punk@lullaby project. Just like condensed soup but a condensed punk rock story.

To all my old & new friends of the Big Punk Rock @ beyond.

~ Hudley


https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/



Face towards the sunshine…

Barbara Graham

Two off-beat women that were executed. They both led a rough life that is so similar. Shunned by society, prostitution to survive and hanging with the wrong types of men that took advantage of their poverty and desperation.  The kind of real life Noir that gets your blood boiling.  They did not need to be killed. They were falsely executed.  They were victims of a dark world. Trapped in it a justice system that profoundly betrayed them both. Money and profits from the films … was it really to tell their story?  I hope so.

Aileen Wuornos


“Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.”
Walt Whitman

 


I want to live… Actress Susan Hayward

Barbara Graham (June 26, 1923 – June 3, 1955) was an American criminal convicted of murder. She was executed in the gas chamber on the same day as two convicted accomplices, Jack Santo and Emmett Perkins, all of whom were involved in the robbery that led to murder of an elderly widow. Nicknamed “Bloody Babs” by the press, Graham was the third woman in California to be executed by gas.[1]

Her story of adult criminal activity is told in the 1958 film I Want to Live!, in which she was portrayed by Susan Hayward, who won the Academy Award for Best Actress for her performance as Graham.

 


Actress Charlize Theron

Aileen Wuornos was born on February 29, 1956 in Rochester, Michigan, USA as Aileen Carol Pittman. She was married to Lewis Gratz Fell. She died on October 9, 2002 in Florida State Prison, Starke, Florida, USA

Wuornos was brought into the death chamber on October 9, 2002. She had Kentucky Fried Chicken and French fries as her last meal and was given a $20 budget. Her last words before the execution were “Yes, I would just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back, like Independence Day with Jesus. June 6, like the movie. Big mother ship and all, I’ll be back, I’ll be back.” [1] At 9:47 a.m. EDT, Aileen Wuornos died. She was the tenth woman in the United States to be executed since the Supreme Court lift its ban on capital punishment in 1976, [33] and the second woman ever executed in Florida.

 


Barbara loved her jazz…


Aileen’s favorite song…

A punkytale

A punkytale as oral tradition as bards of old

Rockin’ in my rockin’ chair
Rockin’ in my rockin’ dreams
We all are elder punks now
The first of the punk rockers
A youthful explosion…

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March 28, 2018

Last night’s dream

The dream was long but what I remember is we had a big back yard. In the back yard were big beautiful old trees. So big that artists would come to visit so they could sit under the trees. They’d sit under the shade of the old trees and make art. They enjoyed the big trees. Two people I knew came to visit us. Two old friends I knew in my rebellious youth when I had a punk fanzine. Band members I championed as we grew from youth to adulthood. First was Mike Palm. He was sleeping under one of the trees. I saw him there. Next son said that another one came to the door. He went back to the big trees. He told son he knew me. Son let him in and he went to the trees. He had his painting art supplies and a sleeping bad rolled up behind him. I went back and saw that it was Mike Ness . He smiled warmly at me. I felt all those friendship, close, intimate feelings come back to my heart. The feelings of loyalty and belonging to something bigger than ourselves.  He was fine. So, I left him alone under one of the old trees. In the house I made him a sandwich. We always made sandwiches for our art guests.

Dreams like this hurt me. I still somehow feel connected to these punk charmers of my youth. They made a big impression on me. I still love them both so much. Though our lives are not intermingled as they once were. They are still beholding to me. They hold value in myself, my psyche. It is nice when they come to visit, even if only in my dreams.

I wonder if they ever find my face smiling up at them in their elder punk dreams. I hope so… somehow there is still a heartfelt remembrance and shared values from our youthful rebellious days. Long gone by days…that we all share together.


purity and integrity

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I wish I had a great shield to protect the youth of today. To shield them from the criticism and betrayal they will face now! All that they are standing tall for which is just, honest and good. The same type of purity and integrity that moved me as a youth. It still moves me as a senior. The same passion and talent. The same need for change. It is a time to choose. It is always a time to choose an altered life.

“Good Spirit,” he pursued, as down upon the ground he fell before it: “Your nature intercedes for me and pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life!” (4.162) ~ A Christmas Carol

I know what it is to stand up for the same things. I also know what it is like to be brought down as well. Integrity stands tall with a large shadow that fights it. The best, the average and the confused youths will have to deal with this shadow.

As Robert Mueller seems to do. He turns his back to the media gossip of barking betrayal and shadows of criticism.  Do not swallow this.  The lies that will come your way. They will try to get you to believe their lies.

All I can say is to remember, it is not your fault. Keep the youthful horn of rebellion blowing. Remember it is not your fault. You are brave and noble creatures.

 


 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/swallow/

Two old couches…

Life is about change. Old things die away, new things break into the world. I just wanted to hold on to this memory of two family couches that we got as hand me downs from Marge and Fred. Thank you, we love you and you are both still in our memories.

Neighbors’ blooms under California rain 2018

It was about 11 years ago when Marge passed away, it was on the day of the Mardi Gras. Her things ended up being sold and given away. We were given one of her many couches. A rustic beige couch with embroidery running all over it and white lines moving over it. I sat on it a few times at her home in Tarzana California. She lived in the hills next to Edgar Rice Burroughs’s Gazebo where the character Tarzan was created. There was a time when the hills of the San Fernando Valley were once sparsely populated. One might reflect upon nature and come up with all kind of stories to tell.

The couch was originally bought for a trailer. Marge was then married to Fred Ahern. He was an American filmmaker and worked with Alfred Hitchcock and Quinn Martin.  Fred and Marge originally purchased two couches for a trailer in the desert. Bullhead city Arizona. Marge did not like living there so they moved it back to the home in the Tarzana hills. They were both my husband’s grandparents. Marge was his maternal grandmother. She married Fred after my husband was born. He remembers when they purchased the two couches.

Fred was a good man and always treated my husband as his own grandson. Today we are letting go of the hand me down couches. The couches supported our two sons and us for about 11 years. Fun years. Colorful years with a room full of young boys, gamers, and sleepovers. The couch has been a good best friend. I say couch but there are two. A long couch and a love seat couch.

When we first put the couches in our home they smelled dusty. Now they are covered with hippy colored blankets, my mom’s knit and crocheted blankets and a hand full of cats, books, and laptops. Right now, youngest son is asleep upon the love seat. I think he is feeling a need to be close to it now. It will be gone soon.  He does not usually sleep on it like this.

Today is the day we will put the couches outside for bulky item pick up. I never meet Fred but somehow, he has been close to us the last few years by way of a couch he purchased. I think my husband feels a closeness to the couches. It is not until this morning that I realized this. The sadness and grief of loss is always a sober wake-up call… yes always. Two couches are a connection to my husband’s past. It holds memories and moments before I entered his world.

We purchased two new couches last week. Today is delivery day.  Marge and Fred’s couches are going away forever. The couches will be rained upon today.

We named our first son partly after Fred. When the hospital nurse handed me a document to sign for his birth certificate, I surprised my husband by sneaking in the Fred in Johnfred. I was completely in a ‘after giving birth’ trance I guess. I am glad I did it!

Football kitty is not letting go of her couch as a little Bodhisattva might naturally do!?

I am the Siddhartha



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Ahern

A dream sets the pace of the day…

“One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.”
Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Nicole Wegner : PARALLEL PLANES – A DOCUMENTARY ESSAY ABOUT INDEPENDENCE AND MUSIC

Director: Nicole Wegner
Year: 2017
Duration: 100

Language: English

“This film pays homage to the American DIY spirit and the diversity of the US musical landscape outside the commercial music industry. While many other music films never make it beyond hero worship, director Nicole Wegner consistently maintains eye level with her twelve interview partners,…”


http://syndicado.com/menu/parallel-planes/


https://parallel-planes.com/the-artists-bands/


“Minor Threat skateboard fun” video in this film “Parallel Planes”.

~ Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine : Flipside Video, Courtesy of Hudley Flipside,