Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Punkast
Jessica Schwartz Professor of Musicology UCLA & Tequila Mockingbird
July 16 2025
Women and Punk Rock Day. Bitchin’!
Today is a punk rock-themed day, and I wanted to share a few interesting posts. After spending hours cooking in a hot kitchen, I finally checked my messages in my cool office and was pleased to find an interview and a book announcement.
Both are a thrill to me. Being included in the history of Punk Rock is bitchin’, also the women who helped influence an early scene is even more bitchin’. I feel a wonderful inclusion that makes me feel like I said, makes me feel bitchin’, and that is a goal in my senior life to feel as bitchin’ as I can.
One is an interview I did a while back with Jessica Schwartz Professor of Musicology UCLA, PUNKAST, who set up a punk conversation with me. Glory, glory Tequila Mockingbird set in on this one too.
Genny Schorr’s book, All Roads Lead to Punk, is now available for pre-order, eliciting an excited physical reaction from the writer.
Joanna Spock Dean (RIP) and Genny gave me a song to put on my LOS ANGELES FLIPSIDE FANZINE THE NARRATIVE DOCUMENTARY / FILM. EPEISODION TWO interview with Original Punk Staff Tory Paisley. (Jorge Torres) Has a PhD in Musicology from Cornell University. Associate Professor of Music at Lafayette College.
Featuring BACKSTAGE PASS’S song “Let me Show You Love.”
All Roads Lead To Punk – BOOK + 7″ record set by Genny Schorr
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.
So now this is for free viewing on my YouTube Channel at the end of the post.
Here’s a fun look back at the awesome bands that “Flipside Video” filmed at GOLDENVOICE shows in the ’80s. Gary Tovar hit me up to create a loop, and I just grabbed whatever was close by to pull together something super entertaining. It’s got that punk vibe that defined an entire era of music and artistic expression! Sure, the colors are all over the place and it’s a bit fuzzy sometimes with those crazy stage lights, but it totally sounds amazing, capturing the raw energy and chaotic essence of live performances.
You can really catch that youthful energy as the crowd bounces in unison, fists in the air, and the music blasts through the venue, creating an unforgettable atmosphere that still resonates today. Each band brought their unique flair, making the footage a true time capsule of punk rock’s vibrant history and the spirit of rebellion that thrived during those exhilarating times!
How it once was when we were a little more out of control and actually had a very tight scene. I am immensely proud of what is presented here as most likely my last creative endeavor to preserve the Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine narrative.
Flipside Video include Al Flipside, Pooch, Gus Hudson, Joe Henderson, Joy Akoi, and yours truly. Also, sidekicks Gary Indiana and John Crawford. A lot of work for the Flipside Crew. We often showed up early as the bands were sound checking, to leave after all the crowd had gone.
Yet to hang with the bands and the GOLDENVOICE crew contains some of my most endearing memories. Brought together via my home studio and long hours of editing. An emotionally rewarding experience for me…as punk rock needs to be.
It is a time when the punk scene still had the glamour and enthusiasm of a gleeful youth and was so charming. I miss the intimacy of this scene profoundly so. I know it can be found still and yes, I can still find it now and then. Be More than a witness, as we use to say….
Hudley Flipside
Produced by The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing
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…
I was thinking about what is left over from work done or from one’s own experience. This reflection often leads me to reminisce about a vivid scene from the Musical Film Paint Your Wagon, where a clever scheme is devised to gather all the gold that inevitably falls beneath the bars and saloons.
In this bustling world of miners, many suffer the unfortunate fate of losing their precious gold dust in the hustle and bustle of their daily lives. The image of them unknowingly parting with their hard-earned riches is striking, emphasizing how easy it is to overlook valuable aspects of our own experiences and endeavors.
It raises intriguing questions about the opportunities we may be missing, the hidden gold beneath the surface that we often disregard or take for granted. This clever scheme not only serves as a means to accumulate wealth but also a reminder that sometimes prosperity is found in the forgotten corners of our lives, a smart way to get rich or collect from what is unknowingly or unsparingly left behind.
That is what it is like for me now as I gather my Flipside Fanzine gold that is dissected all over the place. I know I will never get rich from my gossamer shining memories or documentation of a scene during my youthful rebellion, but it seems to go on shimmering everywhere. It has a real story and narrative that I still gather.
I cannot put back together the vein of gold enduring as a solid experience that was documented but I can try and show my story, the Flipside Fanzine story, as it happened, and this is important to me. I can be a magnet pulling the gold of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine towards me and alchemize the authentic narrative to share. A richness like gold that will endure.
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.
That crazy Godzilla Punk Rock Night Club in Sun Valley is where I first saw GBH’s – Leather, Bristles, Studs and Acne spray painted on the wall.
I was then in search and found the vinyl and became a fanatic. 44 years now for me.
The album City Babys Revenge is one of the best sounds of punk rock! The band and songs are phenomenal. A forty-year celebration. I got the vinyl from Zed Records of Long Beach and played it loads. Yet seeing (Charged) GBH live was just the best experience I had as a young punk bird. They still thrill me as an old crone owl.
A hardy band that still tours around the world and I think they are indestructible. I really do!
Colin Abrahall
A bit of history in front of Perkins Palace Pasadena mid 1980s.
The holidays and my dad’s birthday all bring up memories of my family that I grew up with. It has been about ten years since both of my parents died. They both lived a long, good life. I think it is good to think about loved ones and remember them. It is a seasonal thing too.
My dad was a WWII Vet. He discovered veteran benefits where he could travel really cheap anywhere around the world. So, Mom and dad did just that. They traveled everywhere.
All their five children grown up and independent, mostly. They took off.
As a teenager in High School, it was kind of strange not having mom and dad there. Yet, my older brother or sister reluctantly helped out.
In the late 1970s and through the 1980s mom and dad continued to travel.
I was running a punk rock fanzine at the time. I gave them some issues to give out to any punks they met up with. This image is from Germany. Mom with a local punk rocker. It must have been around 1984.
Punk Rock Historian, Colleague and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
The Ness of Mike
The last day of November “Amber Moments” when Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine could have constructed a vinyl house built of records in Whittier California.
Reviewing records started out simple. Just turning on the funky tape recorder and staff at flipside would just talk. As Larry Lash states in the rather new Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film, Epeisodion ONE.
The reviews recorded were then transcribed and into the issue of Flipside Fanzine they went. No editing. Published galore.
Well, that was the beginning of the record reviews. Each record sent to the Flipside PO Box was to Whittier California. Many bands were all seeking a review. Seeking a promotional push for their world of fanatical punk rock fans. I called the new records fresh from the vinyl bakery. Yet some did come later a little bit stale.
I even reviewed a few records I purchased from Lovell’s Record Store uptown Whittier or from Zed Records in Long Beach.
My personal favorites like the Ramones or Charged GBH. Yet records collected around us pretty nicely. All free. The cats loved to claw them just fine thank you. Oh, the tears of many a collector. As time went on and as the Flipside crew grew and changed, we did things differently. After my fingers almost fell off from typing.
I have callused fingers due to this and should have become a guitar or bass player in a band where I could be playing all these gigantor festivals and traveling the world. But we ended up giving our new shit workers a nice stack of records to review. Some of them even helped with the typing. I thank you from the depth of my fanatical punk rock ole’ heart.
The last few nights the Coyotes have been howling. I never have heard this before. Loud and in front of my home. As the full moon approaches tomorrow and the few days that follow the first full moon of autumn.
I celebrate my many years of this song and a lifelong celebration of the “She Wolf” as a symbol of being wild. A history that goes back to my archaic ancestors who were once free and were then persecuted by patriarchy. Creating the word “Lycanthropy” as a word of injustice and control by their insane Roman Catholic Inquisition.
Again, we are at a time when the “She Wolf” is howling and calling forth for equality, for the freedom to be who we are without judgments and with no control by the patriarchy.
Celtic Wolf
“We do have myths. Myths nourish the old soul with even older stories. They give us strange images and amazing suggestions; these promote speculations that activate the aging mind.”
~ Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life
Oh, I grew up with the Werewolf story. My best friend Gigi and I walked down to the local market with our pennies for candy. Then back up the wild hills, what we kids called “the Indian trails,” to watch scary movies on Saturday. Only with a big pillowcase full of candy. We knew this quote by heart,
“Even a man who’s pure at heart and says his prayers at night, will become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the Autumn moon is bright.”
The original quote written by screenwriter Curt Siodmak is “Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.”
Moving forward to the early 1980s when I played Charged GBH’s song for the first time. It was such a treat. I became a kid again climbing the “Indian trails” once more.
The wild sage bushes, hills of grass and sun above and the windy blue sky. I was free running and rolling through the wonder of youth. The easiness and thrill of being scared by good old monster films. Walking home at night with the full moon coming up from the Verdugo Mountain Range and hearing owls singing!
I never saw the band play the song live in the 1980s. They would tease us. But Ross and Jock are very clever and played a new song.
Then a few years back 2007 when they were touring in the United Sates, we went to see them in Ventura California. Close to my hometown. They must have known we were coming! As we were walking towards the event from behind the theater I heard a call,
“Hudley, Hudley…”
We saw Ross screaming from the second story room. His English slang-accent endearing to my heart. Looking up we heard him tell us to wait there, he had something to tell me.
So, when we were in front of the theater Ross and Colin came out. Colin came up to me and said,
“Hudley, we have a real treat for you. We are going to play the old songs.”
I often got on their cases. Asking them to play Lycanthropy. Even had them write out the lyrics to the song on a napkin. Which I still have. It only took about thirty something years to finally hear GBH’s song Lycanthropy live.
Well, that about does it this year with my little story about a band, a song, wolfbane and the first full moon of Autumn.
As ritual goes every first full moon of Autumn, since first hearing the song Lycanthropy, I listen to the song! I dance, howl, and enjoy my childhood and youthful rebellion again! I enjoy the song so much! All the good wild feelings are there!
“Aging makes metaphor of biology. The organic changes are a form of poetic speech, rewriting personality into character.”
~ Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life
Doug Fitzsimmons @punk_diversity is dedicated to sharing music and art with a focus on the early LA punk scene.
It feels good to have inclusion in the punk rock and or underground narrative. Artists, writers, bands, and fanzine writers… all of us smiling into the internet. The electrical fire …. It is fun and surprising to me.
This is Doug Fitzsimmons journey and one can see it all on Instagram.
“You know Iris Berry is the one that encouraged me to start this journey.”
He seems very driven.
“I know it is crazy. I have been so blessed to have the opportunity to meet so many. It has helped that the community has vouched for me & my project which is also to document those who might fall out of the narrative if it is not done soon.”
As we have lost a couple of good buddies recently from the punk scene, I feel his determination.
This picture has a story. I was at the Hong Kong Café in China Town. It was early 1979 and I did not know Al Flipside from Flipside Fanzine very well. Yet he took my picture that night.
He said when he went to bed later that night, he saw me in a dream. The picture he took. My image was made up of hundreds of little dots like an X-8 drawing. X-8 is the original master mind behind Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Well, the rest is history.
Are Shawn Kerri and Mad Marc Rude the same person?
Punk Rock Historian & Colleague and Professional Consultant.
~ Hudley Flipside
I may be whacked and out of this world but existing through the punk scene some things bugged the hell out of me. This is one story that needs some clarity.
Shawn Kerri is an American cartoonist who was dynamic through the 1970s & 1980s. She is known for her art as one of the rare female contributors to Cartoons Magazine and as part of the early Southern California punk rock scene, creating iconic images used by the Germs and the Circle Jerks.
Kerri moved to Los Angeles in 1977 and was involved during the punk rock scene in the late 1970s and early 1980s. In 1978, she published a fanzine called Rude Situation, with Mad Marc Rude, who was then her boyfriend.
‘During this period, she drew numerous promotional flyers and tour posters for her friends, which included members of the Germs and the Circle Jerks. One of her best-known images, “Skank Kid””
A little punk history, a cross over. I still believe that Mad Marc Rude and Shawn Kerrie are the same person. I thought this and no one has made me think otherwise.
When Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine came out with our Comic Relief Issue # 33 both Mad Marc Rude and Shawn Kerri premiered in this issue.
I have been studying both of their signatures. Both are different yet there is a similarity, though I must admit a very subtle one. As is their art.
The “A” looks like a Mad Marc Rude “A.” It has the format of his signatures. Yet it looks like her signature in how the rest is formed except for two things.
A “C” is added to the beginning and an “E” is added at the end.
The cartoon is humorous filled with punk savvy and has the Mad Marc Rude / Shawn Kerri style. During the early punk scene most all of our communications / correspondence was done through the mail. So many artists, friends, bands and beyond I never met in person. This is the case with Mad Marc Rude and Shawn Kerri. As a punk historian I may not find a conclusion to this narrative. Someone please help me debunk this with solid evidence.
Expose the falseness or futility of this. DEBUNK THE PUNK!
“A gentleman with the mad soul of an Irish convict poet’: remembering Chris Bailey, and the blazing comet that was The Saints.”
~John Willsteed
“the world beyond, where men are whole and complete, unlike here. The saint’s halo also characterizes his transcendent shining light, his psychic being.”
Rendering of the band The Saints. Hudley Flipside, 2010.
Happy I bought tickets to see the reformed Saitns this November in Southern California. Autumn 2025.
The author reflects on their deep connection to the band The Saints, particularly after the death of Chris Bailey.
Hudley expresses grief for both Bailey and the passage of time over the decades.
The band has been a part of her life journey, leading to discovering a sense of belonging among misfits and a punk community.
Hudley connects her experiences with Bailey’s life timeline, moving from youth to adulthood.
In her grief, she turns to the works of Carl Jung for solace, recalling insights from The Black Books.
I call it random reading. I read from the last paragraph, allowing my mind to wander freely within the words. The intuitive response is amazing to me, as each reading seems to unearth memories and thoughts I had long buried.
Encouraging action also flows from this process, inspiring me to take bold steps forward. So, with this so much is shared, whether it’s with friends or in solitude, and I am content to move on past my grief, cherishing the lessons learned along the way.
Into a new season of life, knowing that, life endures and blossoms in unexpected ways… this gives me hope like finding the Sun, illuminating the path ahead and igniting a renewed sense of purpose within me!
“In this moment the enormous tension was released and like rain it swept away [57/58] everything that was tensed, too highly strung. And soon sleep returned and brought with it a curiously beautiful image.” {138}
(p.162) The Black Books, Volume Two, Carl Jung
“Forms walked clad in white silk in a colored atmosphere. Each surrounded by a strangely fragrant, glowing tinted aura, some reddish, the others blueish and greenish.” {139}
{138} “This paragraph was replaced in LN by “Then I had a second vision.”
Picture.. reversed. Picture by Judi Dransfield Kuepper.
Chris Bailey “a curiously beautiful image”
The Saints (Barry Francis, Ivor Hay, Janine Hall, Bruce Callaway, Chris Bailey) at The Hero of Waterloo, Sydney. 1980. Picture by Judi Dransfield Kuepper. Image taken from an article by John Willsteed. Link Below.
“Jung recounted this dream to Aniela Jaffé and commented upon it as follow: This is some kind of in-between realm (the term definitely occurs in the original version of the dream) The idea was that if one is confronted with the shadow- as was the case through the experience of Siegfried’s dream then the idea comes:
I enter into a twilight: I am this and yet also something else. And this doubleness an abdication of the unconscious, which reached strangely far beyond me.
Like a saint’s halo- This has a strange effect on the attitude toward the human being.
If one is in the company of several persons, and one knows them and knows about their shadows, one then sees these people as they are, but are also something entirely different. They are surrounded by a strange sphere.
They live in a strange, light-colored sphere, which circumscribes their ‘other’ state. This seemed to me to be like a vision of the world beyond, where men are whole and complete, unlike here. The saint’s halo also characterizes his transcendent shining light, his psychic being.”
{139} (MP, p. 170)
The reminder of this entry was replaced in LN by “I know, I have stridden across the depths. Through guilt I have become newborn.” (p.162) Carl Jung’s Black Books. Volume two page 175-6.
“What do I call you HUD, Hudley Flipside or Holly?”
I told him, “… just call me what you want…. ‘Hey you’ will do.”
From Hudley Flipside to Literary Legend: 45 Years of Making Words Dance!
Being a behind the scenes punk was fun. It was a lot of hard work and was often boring. Such as picking up the mail every day, typing endless words written by punkers whose writing was hard to read. When no one else would do the work, I did it.
For all the good punks celebrations going on around here. I want to join in and say a little something about the Hudley Flipside name. My last name was Hudson. Someone called me HUD… maybe X-8… and it caught on. Or maybe it was someone from a band before Flipside Fanzine… who knows?
The point being it became my name as a publisher and co-owner of an underground punk Fanzine. I am kind of put upon to say that I did not think the “punk rock community” would be so uplifting and supportive of itself. There were times in the 90s when I ran away from it and hated it. Not the case now.
I’ve learned to appreciate it and try to flow with the best of it. I am part of the punk community whether I like it or not. Anyway, as I am an old dame now, I want to join in with one of the best pictures taken of me as a youngster by Al Flipside. He took a lot of them too. We had thousands of pictures and negatives all around the place. Pictures of cats, bands and beyond.
Today I was watching as the wind blew a whirlwind on top of a pool of water. It moved around as a tornado or Golden Ratio. A soft movement as it was. I authored this poem at the end of a Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine CATALOG that I put together. I was most likely 20 or 21, maybe younger or older. A 1980s me. I wonder where I was back then? So goes my journey of Intellectual Property and gathering Flipside merchandise together. It was nice to see it all again. So, here is a place if anyone wants to know some original source of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I will continue to look for more of it from the 1980s.
“Most people were in bands, if not they did magazines, records, owned stores did artwork etc… it was a scene that begged to be contributed to, and ripe with contributors… X-8 and Tory were in Low Budget, who made their Hollywood debut playing over the Dils at the Whisky, Larry Lashwas in a weird Quick sort of band, Pooch was in a progressive (!) band, and I was their friend, couldn’t play anything, but still wanted to be involved.”
Al Flipside
Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Issue #1 August 2, 1977.
Cover of my electric punk guitar.
I am not a musician. Sure, as a kid I played my parents old player piano. I could hear a song and I then played it on that old lovely musical hardwood black upright piano. My mom got me an acoustic guitar when I turned 16. Along with it was a record to learn chords. I did not follow it through.
I appreciate the lyrics and the sound. I have a knack for listening to the song in a way that is so satisfying to me and as my life went on, I found others like myself. Journalists, fanzine writers and ‘scenesters’ who supported a growing musical world. I will leave the real musicians and their creative genius to themselves. I sure love to hear and feel their songs though.
My dream last night took me to a multilevel club. It had a front door and back door; it had a bar and an outdoor patio. It was very easy to access. I had booked a one-day event to perform. I had my old guitar with me at all times. A guitar a band member gave me, and we had cut out the “Quaker Maid” milk symbol from a large ‘sheet metal sign’ to place on the front of my guitar.
Why I pulled that old guitar I had from the 80s into my dream seems strange to me. I also had my old fender amp.
There was a small stage in the bar where I practiced. Realizing I did not have a clue what I was doing. Yet when I touched my sweet maid, it made a loud punk sound. I thought this to myself while dreaming,
“I am going to go on stage here and play for my friends. Not having a clue what I am doing, I will just improvise … like I always do,”
The first person who greeted me at the door was Shawn Stern. He was drinking a beer and seemed very happy. Then as I walked through the club. The club was peppered with many characters, and I thought to myself,
“I will play a chord from my sweet maid and then read something from an editorial from an old issue of Flipside. Maybe this can be a spoken word event with improvised guitar sounds?”
Hudley, Glen E. Friedman, Shawn Stern, Lee Ving. Taken from Let Them Know 2008; The Story of Youth Brigade and BYO Records. /Stern Brothers.
Outside on the patio I sat with a couple of gals who were talking about another show. I was cool with that and then walked in Cliff Roman.
“The guys at that show were wearing TUXEDOS.”
He had a upside down smile on his face when I smiled at him as I was holding my sweet maid. Cliff was wearing all black with a big oomphy black sweater.
I realized I was at a club without my mask on. It felt so good to be out and about again. No fear and happy to be hanging out at a club again with others.
Then I awoke. I don’t go out to events much now. It seems like I still do in my dreams all the time. This punk rock thing is deep in my psyche!
‘In the sadness of your smile love is an island way out to sea
But it seems so long ago we have been ready trying to be free.”
John Charles Lodge (20 July 1943 – 10 October 2025) was an English musician, best known as bass guitarist, co-lead vocalist and songwriter of the longstanding rock band the Moody Blues.
The writer reflects on a recent dream of wanting to connect with a band, expressing feelings of grief over lost connections with musicians and friends. They reminisce about the Goldenvoice Celebration, where despite enjoying old friendships, they felt distant from the bands. The author grapples with political concerns as an important election approaches, contrasting ideals of freedom with the potential for poor leadership. They express disappointment over the outcomes of youthful rebellion and emphasize the emotional toll of being just a fan, while recalling the impact of a past election and lamenting the Electoral College.
On Sunset. May 2015. I am wearing my Bernie Sanders T-Shirt for president 2016.
With some punk chicks from a younger generation.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian
Hudley Flipside
The fabric of prophet’s ages old
Drones on and gathers mold
Gets a weekly airing from a fool on high
Who talks and talks till his throat’s dry
The Prayer of a Realist.
GBH ~ City Baby Attacked by Rats
I awoke to an amber moment this morning swirling in my mind and like Kurt Vonnegut’s character Billy Pilgrim from the novel Slaughterhouse-Five, I like to dwell and investigate these moments of experience. See if some golden truth is pushing itself up from my unconsciousness to my consciousness.
It may be similar to a grain of sand irritating an oyster or some wondrous pearl. Maybe only linking up a few different generations of people or friends like butterflies taking their nectar from the same sunflower. Is it all randomly placed in time … maybe not? In truth I do not think so. Which gets an old dame to pondering.
Two bands from Birmingham, a major city in England’s West Midlands, brought forth two of my favorite bands. Each band speaks and supports a different generation. The members of the band walked the same streets and knew the smell of their home. Mothers (music venue) linger in both of their memories.
The Moody Blues and Charged GBH were playing the same week. One at the Greek theater and the other at the Roxy Theater (West Hollywood). They both touched down on southern Californian soil. It was revelatory to me. Just the fact that they were both playing the same week was enough to satisfy my glowing and rebellious soul.
Was this a random event or is there more to the story? What is the possibility of this happening and did anyone else notice this random act of Birmingham music? A mist joining two generations of music ached in my inner being of light and dark particles and both danced and started vibrating to a strange tune.
It was a contrary experience for me. I got two tickets for the Moody Blues. I bugged Ross, bass player of GBH to be on the guest list at the Roxy. This was going to happen … I felt it when they both touched Los Angeles County. I think the best feelings are when waiting for a band to play while they are touring. The element of music and surprise and favorite songs playing is a revolutionary experience… even if I am the only one feeling this.
It was so intense that coming week. It was like when I found out that my ‘great Grandfather was born in Middlesex, a historic county in southeast England. It was important for me because William Blake also was raised there as a child, they both walked the same streets at one time. Both sharing the smell of their home. Though I never met either my great grandfather or William Blake they both left me with stories and share in that pleasurable place of my good imagination.
“Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
‘Pipe a song about a Lamb’…”
The “Song of Innocence,” ~ William Blake.
Moody Blues:
Husband could not attend the Moody Blues with me, and I couldn’t find someone else on such short notice. I felt too weak to go alone; the parking, crowds, and being by myself didn’t appeal to me at the time. I regret not going.
GBH:
We hit my old romping punker ground on Sunset. The streets and the alleys of friends, clubs and running wild in the streets. It was different now. My husband and I had a pizza and then a couple of beers at the Rainbow Bar and Grill. When we got to the Roxy, I was not on the guest list and the show was sold out.
Since it was a Goldenvoice event, I spied Gary Tovar, and he got us in the show. There I found Ross Lomas spending time together with Dora Sundoval and Alison Elliott.
Ross: “You must have been bumped off the list.”
Hudley: “Do not worry Gary got us in.”
Giving Ross a big hug around his waist I said.
“It is so good to be back and walk the streets of my youth as a wild young punk.”
Ross gave me a look and that was the last time I talked to him.
The aroma of the event was exhilarating but filled with smoke. My husband had a major asthma attack and we had to leave early. The good news is I met up with some punk chicks from a younger generation. We met up at other shows.
The continuity of them going to see GBH made me happy. I would have to say the band prefer these beauties then the old punker I have become.
There are times in life when one must pursue a dream. Run to it and become one with it. Other times one needs to step back and let it happen without you.
I read about the Moody Blues in the news after their event. I saw the pictures posted on Facebook backstage with GBH. It irritated me a little but not too much.
I made the effort, yet the random act was not complete. At least I can write about it and share my memories.
What would the Tralfamadorians say?
“There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.”
Origin: Aston, Birmingham, England
My youngest son turned me on to this song. He likes Ozzy Osbourne and may he rest in peace. More inspiration from Birmingham … as my son said to me recently,
This is the last entered record from the original CATALOG. I did edit it some and pulled forth the time and place in our punk history. Everything seems old now but at the time of this CATALOG it was on the cutting edge. It was exciting to be corresponding with so many bands. To offer them a way to get their music out into the rotten world and make it better. That is how I saw it then.
Then our newest album from Germany “U-Boats Attack America,” featuring Blunt + Isen, Razia, Neurotic Arseholes, Torpedo Moskau, Daily Terror, Upright Citizens, Cretins. Support the international German punk scene!!!
Future albums to come your way are: Detox II, GASH/ Depression from Australia and Vinyl Fanzine number three. Not available until August.
As we grow older, we tend to remember the funniest times of our life, if the most productive. This popped into my head today and got a round belly laugh going. It was mentioned on the Flipside Memorial Facebook page and with an interview I had with Razorcake fanzine.
One of their first online podcasts. I want to share the story again. The privilege of getting older is you can recite stories again and again…
This image is from Flipside Fanzine. An SST advertisement. A lot of people ask me why I did this? Defile a Raymond Pettibon image. A mustache on nun face of an album cover …?
Slip It In …. sorry guys kind of deserve what you got! At the time waiting to publish an issue sometimes out of boredom I had moments of inspiration!! I was feeling humorous … who knows what was on my mind at the time. I never heard one complaint from Raymond at all.
Henry Lawrence Garfield was offended.
SST put out a flyer stating all the people and organizations that they were against. The last on the list being LAPD and HUD! (does anyone have that in their nostalgia flyer stash?) I could never figure it out, was it me they were hating, or the character played by Paul Newman in the film Hud?
I do remember a Santa Monica show with Charged GBH. I had pee yellow hair that ran all over my shirt from going crazy before the bands. Anyway, Henry was looking for me to kick my ass. I weighed about 125 lbs. back then and stood about 5’ 4”. Luckily, I was in GBH’s backstage room and they blocked Henry’s defense movement.
So, a little punk chick could bug a few people. I did not get it! I was just moving forward with the long-standing Flipside juice … Flipside staff people “causing considerable trouble?” I learned that from X-8.
