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Flashbacks and the Circle Jerks

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.

collective apathy

“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.

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing- Letter to Politicians

Funniest Art

(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.


https://hudleyflipside.com/2016/08/31/the-notion/


NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD PUNKS


https://hudleyflipside.com/2025/05/18/new-bubble-gum-flopside-comic/


Punks in Space Flopside cOmic


https://hudleyflipside.com/2022/02/13/bozo-crusade-presents/

Woman Watercolors

“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.”

~ The world of being a woman, Hudley Flipside

“Brick Pollitt: What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?

Margaret “Maggie” Pollitt: Just staying on it I guess, long as she can.”

~ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is a 1955 American three-act play by Tennessee Williams.

Sunday funnies old Flopside cOmics…

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.

Mr. Fuck speaks out … again! The underdog…

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.”

Flopside cOmic number One

Bubble Gum Flopside Comics… so go screw!

Strong Women Poster T-Shirt

The times we are living in is a crazy time. A woman’s right to choose was our first blow, an alarming signal of the eroding freedoms we once took for granted, and now we face terrible violations of our rights that seem to multiply by the day.

Across the globe, women are rising up, reclaiming their voices in a world that tries to silence them. From the streets to the digital platforms, they demand equality, respect, and justice.

Each story shared fuels a collective fire, igniting change and inspiring hope, reminding us that we are not alone in this struggle.

Yet, amidst the chaos, there are still some women that whisper in my ear for justice, their strength echoes in my heart, serving as a reminder that resilience and courage can pave the way for a brighter tomorrow.

“And lend your voices only to songs of freedom
No longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from
Free your mind of mental slavery and you shall lead a life uncommon.”

For Sale at Tee Public … just click on image.

“Old Man Bar” punks

Whiskey Pete’s Hotel and Casino is a place that mom and dad always tried to get me to go to. Yet the years I endured Vegas as a kid made me repugnant to go.

Ya thin red roast beef with horseradish sauce, and Roquefort cheese dressing on our salads was a way to make us happy. But did not hide the truth from us kids, it never masked the drunk dad or overindulgence of his gambling. Alone in Hotel rooms waiting for mom to find dad. The next day endearingly covering him with newspapers to keep him from a sunburn as he naps near the pool. We kids became happily lost as we swam in the beautiful blue pools sipping on Coca-Cola.

I booked punk rock bowling in February. My first one. Then this nasty cold took me over. I keep waiting after two weeks for it to blow… but it is a nasty one. So, I had to cancel yesterday in order not to have to pay. I did and though I am part of the “Old Man Bar” punks… I will have to remember sweetly my punk days and watch from my safe place at home.

Here are a couple of funnies I did over the years, redundant, making fun of the punk scene… yes, I was willing to compromise and go to a really big show.

In truth my compromised perspective was not me… I would not have been happy at the punk rock Disneyland….

Making fun of punk bowlers “trophy whores” and bouncers or “Good Sherpas” … and all the stuff that is part of Big Punk Rock Las Vegas Style.

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Narrative Documentary Film. “Epeisodion One, Two and Three all now on YouTube.

A sequence of three interviews. 2022.

I finally finished the Film Festival circuit.

Splendor in the Grass

by William Wordsworth

What though the radiance which was once so bright

Be now forever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower?

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind

In the primal sympathy

Which, having been, must ever be.

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering,

In the faith that looks through death,

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Fortunately, a few years ago, I went to a local synagogue for an art event. An artist was giving a lecture on creation stories and art. I was amazed at the insight and reflection in his presentation, but it was how he finished his talk with our own personal creation story.

He said,

“We can all render our own creation story as a painting, a poem… there are endless ways to tell a narrative of your life.”

I thought about my tenure as publisher, owner, editor of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I was vague on the actual creation story for this fanzine.

Then it hit me hard to tell this narrative. So, I gathered the original staff of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine, as many as could address the issue. X-8 declined, which was sad to me because he was the actual creator of this fanzine. Al is not interested and seems he has fallen off the edge of the world. Pooch and Pete gave me a run around.

Al and I produced a system that worked for us running a punk rock fanzine. You can ask someone once or twice to do something but never a third time…

“Just isn’t going to happen.”

We did it ourselves or someone else would jump in. That is how it was done.

This is how it is still done. Larry, Tory, and Adolescents singer Mr. Tony Reflex were there to do it. Even Mike Ness, from the band Social Distortion, was up for an interview. As we are old time friends. Yet he did not pass the test… so I had to move forward.

I am incredibly happy with what came forward with three honest great storytellers of the highest order in my mind. How grateful I am for a solid Los Angeles Flipside Creation Story.

I did a little research while in the process of achieving these interviews and how I presented them.

A little advice from my protagonist American film director Michael Moore, and even a tidbit from my nemesis, American singer, writer, spoken word artist, Henry Rollins.

I read that Michael said you begin with what you have around you and Henry said, once in a documentary, that a lot of us did not keep or preserve our stuff and that upset him.

I started this narrative creation story with Michael’s advice, and I was happy to disappoint Henry with a positive to his negative. I have a lot of preserved stuff from my “youthful rebellion days” as a fanatical fanzine punk rock journalist.

Hallelujah.

The details are not as important, but I worked with Zoom, my iPhone, Adobe Premier Pro, and many other little ‘willy nillies” of D.I.Y. learning as you go. Created all during the end of the California COVID-19 pandemic.

As I say it not the best or the worst, creation narrative or Epeisodion yet it does tell a story…. Flipside Fanzine is all in the voice of a punk, band member or artist or the old dame sitting at the edge of the pub surfing her stool, like me!

Mission complete.

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Narrative Documentary Film. “Epeisodion One, Two and Three

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing.

~ Hudley Flipside

All three are now available on YouTube.

Security… little bee little bee… making honey…

Gratitude is heaven itself.

— William Blake

The Ghosts on the Panel: Tattoo & Music Collide

Iris Berry, Stan Corona, Shane Enholm, Hudley Flipside, Rob Silva.

Stan Corona, a tattoo artist on the panel, shared his experiences traveling worldwide as a tattoo artist. Notably, he mentioned Brisbane, Australia and looked at me.

I about stood up and shouted Halleluiah… the band The Saints come from Brisbane, Australia!

From L-R Stan Corona with his son, Rob Silva, Hudley Flipside, Iris Berry, Shane Enholm, and our fearless leader Nathan Peterson of Nathan’s Tattoos & Piercings!

The five panel members had close friends in common. Three characters who have passed away. Big Frank, Snickers and Mad Mark Rude. Where Tattoo & Music Collide.

My theory is that those punks who died are looking over us. They bring us together in synchronistic ways, intimate and beautifully measured ways.

Similar to the work Nathan does at his Tattoos & Piercings shop. I called him a Hub Master. Crystal was not running the show tonight, but I don’t believe that. It was fun watching them working tight in action as a team.

Big Frank, whom we met in the 1980s while he was in Whittier, CA, joined us for our first Charged GBH interview at the Hollywood Troubadour Hotel, and his connections through Flipside Fanzine led to opportunities with Goldenvoice and Zed Records.

He sure inspired a lot of people and all on this panel especially. I heard stories about Frank’s work as an amazing Tattoo artist. GBH mentioned that they visited him in San Francisco and obtained one or two from him. Rob Silva shared an intimate and moving account of visiting Frank close to his demise. A very moving story to share that grabbed at my heart.

Similarly, stories were shared about Snickers, the singer of The Simpletones. A smart-ass kid when I knew him in the early punk scene. When we still did the pogo. I will never forget the night he jumped in front of me, and we danced the Tiger Beat Twist together live in front of his band.

I never met Mad Mark Rude, yet the rest of the panel knew him very well, especially Iris Berry. Once her boyfriend, yet his influence is massive. I only knew him through correspondence where he ended up in our Flipside Fanzine # 33. The 1982 Comic Relief Issue with many upcoming and amazing punk artists.

47 years give or take. Tattoo & Music did collide last night. The night will be rolling in my heart for weeks, as the whispers from friendly punk ghost friends. Fine by me.

I got the hat from Nathan and now a T-shirt to go see GBH soon. A fun show.

The PUNK HUB MASTERS.
Tattoo therapy

PURRSIST !

What is going on in my country, the United States, is horrendous and I am so ashamed of our leaders in the White House. SO much is going on in protests and events that the air feels thick with tension and uncertainty. In light of these turbulent times, my cats and I decided to protest in our own way, finding solace in our solidarity.

Each day, we gather by the window, watching as the world outside becomes a stage for voices demanding change. Their meows echo my sentiments, reflecting the desire for a better future. Together, we might not have a loud voice, but our small acts of defiance remind me of the strength that resides in unity, even among a family of kitty cats, pussy willows or puss. With a punk rock side kick.

Bread, cheese and salmon.

“An early leavened bread was baked as early as 6000 BC in southern Mesopotamia, cradle of the Sumerian civilization, who may have passed on the knowledge to the Egyptians around 3000 BC. The Egyptians refined the process and started adding yeast to the flour. The Sumerians were already using ash to supplement the dough as it was baked.”

 (quote 1)

Woman baking bread (c. 2200 BC); Louvre.

A morning like any other. I made breakfast. It was simple but an ancient meal. As I opened the smoked salmon packet my kitten went to an instant crescendo of meowing want. As ancient as this little hungry kitten’s story is, so is this meal I was about to prepare.

I toasted two pieces of white bread putting a pat of butter on each. Then entered my active imagination, a whisper from my ancestors sharing with me a story.

 I placed crumbled buttermilk blue cheese and sliced smoked salmon on the toasted bread. All this was placed on a plate. Next came an even more ancient tradition and ritual.

I dripped in a spiral olive oil around and over the two pieces of bread with blue cheese and salmon. Then I dripped a spiral of sweet vinegar in the opposite direction over my meal. Seasoning it all with salt and pepper. Sometimes I put a bit of maple syrup but not today.

Olive oil represents the universe, and the sweet vinegar spiral the counter aspect of life. The worlds of our ancients who lived before us knew about these contraries too.

I envision a scene of my mother telling me about her father making this same dish for her as a child.

“The salmon is an important creature in several strands of Celtic mythology and poetry, which often associated them with wisdom and venerability. In Irish folklore, fishermen associated salmon with fairies and thought it was unlucky to refer to them by name. In Irish mythology, a creature called the Salmon of Knowledge plays key role in the tale The Boyhood Deeds of Fionn. In the tale, the Salmon will grant powers of knowledge to whoever eats it and is sought by poet Finn Eces for seven years.”

(quote 2,3)

An old Gaelic recipe from Cornwall by the Celtic Sea handed down from the Romans by way of Egypt and firstly the Sumerians.

“The sagub-vat and lamsari-vat made a bubbling noise for her.

They prepared gag-bread in date syrup for her.

Flour, flour in honey, beer at dawn.

They pour wine and honey for her at sunrise.”

(quote 4)

Inanna Queen of Heaven and Earth.

Image taken from the book by Diane Wolkstein and Samuel Noah Kramer

Her stories and hymns from Sumer.

Quotes:

  1. Arzani A.: Emmer (Triticum turgidum spp. dicoccum) flour and breads. In Preedy V.R., Watson R.R., Patel V.B. (Eds. 2011), Flour and Breads and their Fortification in Health and Disease Prevention, Academic Press, California, pp. 69-78.
  2. Ní Fhloinn, Bairbre (2018). Cold Iron Aspects of the occupational lore of Irish fishermen. University College Dublin. pp. 105–123. ISBN 978-0-9565628-7-6.
  3. “The Salmon of Knowledge. Celtic Mythology, Fairy Tale”. Luminarium.org. 18 January 2007. Archived from the original on 16 November 2018. Retrieved 1 June 2010.
  4. Pg. 106. Inanna Queen of Heaven and Earth. Dine Wolkstein and Samuel Noah Kramer

Inanna’s Trinity

“But when women succeed in maintaining themselves against the animus, instead of allowing themselves to be devoured by it, then it ceases to be only a danger and becomes a creative power. We women need this power, for, strange as it seems, only when this masculine entity becomes an integrated part of the soul and carried on its proper function, and, at the same time, also being herself, to fulfill her individual human destiny.”

Pg. 42 Animus and Anima; Two Essays by Emma Jung.

INANNA AROSE

At the time creating this, I was going through a very dark experience and so this is my mythological and mysterious visit “to the great below.” A documentation creatively. Extremely hard to do. Thanks to Inanna. Her service in sharing with me “Kurgarra, the food of life, and Galatur the water of life.” I came back to life. A good life indeed!

Transformation: From Winter to Spring

Symbolism of Seasonal Change

The transition from winter to spring is a powerful symbol of transformation. This change marks the conclusion of winter’s dormancy and the beginning of spring; a time often associated with renewal and growth. On a symbolic level, this shift can be seen as a journey into the underworld, reminiscent of Venus’s forty days in the wilderness, representing a period of challenge followed by emergence and rebirth.

Mythological Connections

The arrival of spring is echoed in various mythological stories that emphasize themes of resurrection and liberation. These include the resurrection of Christ Jesus, Prometheus’s release by Chiron, and Persephone’s return from the underworld. Each tale illustrates the concept of change, the overcoming of darkness, and the emergence into light and new life.

Persephone’s Journey

Central to the symbolism of spring is the story of Persephone, who spends half the year with Pluto in the underworld. This separation from her mother Demeter is a poignant metaphor for the seasonal cycle and the temporary descent into darkness before a return to growth and abundance. Persephone’s narrative closely parallels the legend of Inanna, the Goddess of love and Queen of Heaven and Earth, who also experiences a journey of descent and return, further emphasizing the cyclical nature of transformation and renewal.

The story holds the feminine trinity. It is a cuneiform Sumer text about three thousand years old. The characters of this story are Inanna Goddess of love, Queen of Heaven, and Earth, Ereshkigal~ Queen of the Underworld, and Lilith ~ the dark rebel adolescent of Inanna. The feminine trinity. In the Inanna story we also find a similar part as with Persephone’s story where Inanna’s king Dumuzi as the shepherd king of Uruk spends 6 months in the underground.

“His heart was filled with tears, the shepherd’s heart was filled with tears, Dumuzi’s heart was filled with tears.”

~ Pg. 160. Inanna by Diane Wolkstein

The wisdom god Enki helps Inanna from the underground.

Inanna was given authority over the heavens, earth, and underworld. Alongside her sister Ereshkigal, she helped shape the Earth. After journeying through the underworld, Inanna emerged transformed, becoming the heroine of her own story.

At the time Inanna descended, she had everything to lose, yet at the end she gained everything in the transformation. The symbolic death and resurrection or transcendence.

As a woman you are both the dark and the light, just as Inanna embraces both.

Pg. 160. Inanna by Diane Wolkstein

A Rendering of Inanna’s Trinity

God of Wisdom and Shepard King.

“He creates from the dirt of his fingernails the Kurgarra, the food of life, and Galatur the water of life”

Inanna’s Trinity

INANNA ~ The Queen of Heaven and Earth

ERESHKIGAL ~ The Queen of the Underworld

LILITH ~ The Dark Adolescent of Inanna

Fanzines that caught my eyeball, just call me the old bitch punk having some good times.

Or is it the old punk bitch ? I forgot how Jan said it ? Ha ha !

“… after you put this down, in the darker times, the deeper times, when you are looking up our of a hole that you feel like you’ve dug yourself into and can’t get our of, the connections that you’ve made from music, art, community and the people who have grown to become your family are all in there with you, because there will be lonely times, times of betrayal and doubt and unimagined anguish, but in twelve to twenty-four hours with the help of all the work that you’ve done the worst of it will have passed.”

~ “Three or Four Times a Month, Part III” By Daryl Gussin. The Forgotten Edge. May 2024 and September 2024. Booklet printed at Razorcake. darygussin.com

Naturally, many of us leaned against the wall while before us were fanzine people. It was crowded, and the vibe was filled with curiosity and wonder to find something to catch your eye. I call it synchronicity walking that what you find is meant for you.

I also achieved my goal of bartering my little bubblegum cartoon / fanzine with other fanzine people. A couple of things I put money forth. The pretentious attitude was not there, that is the best part and merging with mostly a younger generation who thought fanzines like this started with the Gen-X generation,

In line I said,

“It started a lot earlier than that.”

The young man smiled at me seeing my age and he received my high five with a loud slapping sound. Oh, I love doing that.

John and Jan and time for coffee

I was forced to come to this event by a fanatical fanzine person and his friend. Trust Fanzine and Razorcake. Jan Rohlk and Daryl Gussin were table sitting for fanatical music fanzines.

Sample fanzine one. Three or Four Times a Month, Part III” By Daryl Gussin. The Forgotten Edge. May 2024 and September 2024. Booklet printed at Razorcake. darygussin.com

After the free event outside the Broad my John and I walked around under the hotels, apartments hid within the Los Angeles City Hall and court buildings.

We ended up at The Redwood Bar & Grill. For a beer and a band. No band but to our surprise we again found Jan and Daryl doing something on stage. A performance of some sort? I punk rock charged them and then we went back to the bar for beer and some food.

Sample fanzines two IG:@mdzine89

The bar was easy and exceptionally low key. Next to us was a man giving toasts and told us about a certain word in Spanish.

“Do you know what SOCKS means in Spanish?”

“Tell us.” We all said.

 Socks like ‘eso sí que es’ in Spanish which means ‘that’s the way it is.”

We enjoyed this and glad I remembered it here.

Sample fanzine three

This gentle man turned out to be a retired firefighter. We talked about the latest fires in Los Angeles. I was amazed by how he defined why the current fires happened. It was parallel to my campaign and his expertise. My “Mandatory Stop building in the San Fernando Valley,’’ is so right on and yes, he agreed with it and told me to keep up the decent work.

He knows that fires are part of an effect of bad or corrupted city and county planning. He affirmed,

“Who do you think is giving out these permits?!”

They are all taking money as they talk… in their back pockets. We have agreed that building big apartments right on the freeway and building big homes and massive apartments in fire prone areas is a sin.

This gentleman affirms my theory with experience and firsthand knowledge.

Sample fanzines four Rimona Eskayo Artist . workers

Driving the freeway from the San Fernando Valley to downtown Los Angeles is not one of my favorite things to do, we had no choice.

I am very happy we followed the night through realizing something. Always keep that meeting with a real friend! Who is more of a music fanatic than you! It is well worth it.

Jan and Hud

https://www.lazinefest.com

My campaign needs your support…

Big ugly monsters are taking over the San Fernando Valley.

13 Years on WordPress 2012 to 2025

Celebrating 13 years on my WordPress site, I embrace a vibrant global community of support. It continues to astonish me that I receive views from every corner of the world. This platform is where my ideas thrive, and my creativity flourishes. I have been blessed with a gift that has enriched my life immensely. From my documentaries and paperback books to an abundance of posts and cartoons, I proudly showcase my work through the Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing.

Cheers,

Hudley Flipside.

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Staph 1977 to 1989 Those Who Caused Considerable Trouble

Compassion, unfathomable galaxy

I do not often show my religiosity training. Be it from university or experience or the blending of the two.

In the 1980s I had a long correspondence with the Poor Clares of Long Island New York, who led me from the Anglican Church to the Episcopal Church. Yet in my heart I was hearing a call from the Franciscans who are members of a Catholic religious order.

I explored the concept of Episcopal women serving as Priests after reading “Womanpriest: A Personal Odyssey” by Alla Renee Bozarth.

I liked them all in their essences of spirituality and integrity of faith, believing in something beyond themselves. Yet it is always the dogma of the church that makes me wonder off.

Professor Hap at university was an Episcopal Gay Priest who would talk about synchronicity and Fellini’s Satyricon with an odd look on his face. We both knew, recited and prayed the Rosary.

Yet my esoteric past held me at a place that could not be bound by dogmas.

“So nigh is grandeur to our dusk,

So near is God to Man!”

~ Ralf Waldo Emerson

“Though the individual fact there ever shone for him the effulgence of the Universal reason. The great Cosmic Intellect terminates and houses itself in mortal men and passing hour. Each of us is an angle of its eternal vision, and the only way to be true to our Maker is to be loyal to ourselves.

“O rich and various man!”

he cries,

“though place of sight and sound, carrying in the senses the morning and the night and the unfathomable galaxy; in thy brain the geometry of the city of God; in thy heart the bower of love and the realms of right and wrong.”

Pg. 1121, Address at The Emerson Centenary. William James.

Mariann Budde A new postcard part of the Brave and Strong Women Postcard series.

“In thy heart the bower of love and the realms of right and wrong,” and this is what she calls to all of us, it is the ability to discern the willingness of compassion or the lack there of. I think so.

We need more of “the effulgence of the Universal reason.” Effulgence means radiant splendor or brilliance. It can also refer to the state of looking exceptionally beautiful or being full of goodness!

Compassion is the “splendor of brilliance.”

The beauty of a flower resembles Mariann Budde, who embodies the connection between “the great Cosmic Intellect and mortal [woman].”

As Mariann Budde said,

“But the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues, gurudwaras and temples. I ask you to have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away. And that you help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands to find compassion and welcome here.”

In the late 1980s I read “Womanpriest: A Personal Odyssey by Alla Renee Bozarth.” Alla talks about her triumphal cry and about her courage… she had to go on in life after great loss. A lovely biography and what was special is how she said she danced to this song barefoot… it was her song of liberation… let’s hope for the liberation of all who are struggling right now around the world… and hope for the good hearts of our leaders to grow stronger with compassion and mercy in the dim times that we now face.

Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire

January 29, 2025 “Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire,” is published.

The seasons were four and very dependable. Each had a call from a bird or native animal that roamed the land. Cowboys carried their gear selfishly and often were more interested in moving on than causing any trouble. No one noticed the small, framed cowgirl that often bossed the guys around.

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Originally posted on Amazon’s Kindle Vella, this story is now shared here to preserve its essence and to invite readers into a world where the past intertwines with the present. Nature remembers our history and ancestors, whispering their tales through the rustling leaves and flowing rivers, and sometimes, we are gifted with stories that deserve to be remembered and treasured for generations.

In the summer of 2021, a story took shape as I gazed over the late summer pool, the sunlight glinting off its surface, and was inspired by visions of three characters: Sabrina, an adventurous spirit with a heart full of wild love; Colin, a rugged soul bound to the land, wrestling with his past; and Hawk, a storyteller who weaves their lives together with his words.

This tale, born from the wind, captures life beyond the present—a romance amidst changing customs in the deep-rooted wild west, a place where love, loyalty, and the relentless passage of time challenge the very essence of who we are.

The captivating realm of Novella storytelling, rich with emotion and steeped in myth, beckons us to explore its depths and uncover its profound beauty.