“Sweet and Low”

Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist

As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy.

Abraham Lincoln





My little celebration of 50 years has some strange turns. As on Halloween night when you take a new path or go to a different neighborhood than the one you have been Trick-or-Treating on for years.

I look at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine from 1977 to 2027 as 50 years of overall punk rock. The beginning and towards the confirmed genre. Unknown and unclassified to becoming a term that I don’t use but is used often.

Like bands. Some great bands that form and then die. And other grand bands than are still playing with only one member of the original band. It is something to celebrate and many of the fresh players that came to work on Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine appeared around the night of my departure.

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine 1977 to 2002. My term was from 1979 to 1989. On the edge of a new type of punk scene and all the other terms that some use. Like Al coining the term “Grunge.”

Regardless or redundant… of all of this I came upon this interview in an old Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. FUGAZI on the Cover image by KRK and an Interview with the band Nirvana by Al and fresh staff people. There is a good feeling in my heart that the issue continued as it should have.

Regardless of me being absent at this point. I never met KRK (Kirk Dominguez) until years later in 2010. I do respect his work.

I spent time together with FUGAZI when they first came to Whittier California to hang out with the Flipside staff. At the local Indian restaurant, I learned about Baklava. A type of pastry with honey and pistachio. Yet never met Nirvana.

It was years later when my two boys got into their songs that I learned to love their music. My oldest knows all the leads to each of their songs on his guitar.

Any bitterness has melted like butter on my waffles. I embrace it all as a time of celebration. The overall time, bands and all the times we shared in this punk scene.

I’m sharing this band, now gone, because I heard a whisper today—in a song, the wind, a cool breeze while sitting outside with my cats, or a bee buzzing near my ear.

It spoke of becoming an archivist of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine: sharing its story and celebrating the friendships and all the good songs. I never knew it would be like this. It is bitchin’.

FUGAZI has been on an indefinite hiatus since 2002.

Nirvana Original forming band 1987–1996: Death of Cobain and disbandment.

“I’m on my time with everyone.
I have very bad posture.”



FLIPSIDE BENEFIT – MAY 8, 1981, at Vex Hall in Los Angeles


I want to apologize to the people who previously posted a flyer for this event. I denied it happened because I had completely forgotten about it. While searching through my old Flipside Fanzines for another show I thought I attended, I found this instead.

I was looking for a show Mike Patton posted today for The Starwood. An image of a Ticket February 3rd THE WEIRDOS, MIDDLE CLASS, AGENT ORANGE,

I know I was there but did not find the review in Flipside Fanzine. So many shows in an intense and brief time of our youthful rebellion. We are the seeds of a once blossoming culture.

Here is the review I found instead with images. It is an odd feeling to have a documentation of my youth. Things I have forgotten but cannot deny when they are right in front of me. No fake stuff here all authentic in 1980s time. From Issue 24 the Blue Jack TSOL issue. I was wearing my American Flag shirt I sewed up from a real flag but that is another story.

We’ll have to start off by thanking all the bands that played (or offered to play) and all the people that came to the show and put up with the heat and waited.

THE CROWD opened the show; to make a long story short, the band that was supposed to open SOCIETY’S VICTEMS couldn’t go on because they were supposed to use some of the GIRLSCOUTS’ equipment, and the GIRLSCOUTS didn’t show up (for whatever reason).

So instead of waiting,

The CROWD took the stage. Hud announced them as the Punk Beach Boys, which nobody likes (great joke), and they ran through their set. I was surprised at how well they played in the heat,

“We love summer, it’s like August here,” said Jim!

Despite the heat the audience danced, and the CROWD danced and it had to be one of the best sets I’ve ever seen the CROWD do, and they’ll tell you that.

After a long wait the band scraped up some equipment, SOCIETY’S VICTEMS

Steve from Flipside’s band, and Whittier’s one and only punk group came on. They did what they were supposed to do – 3 quick songs. They got quite a reaction, ranging from wild slamming to wild spitting, what can you say about a band’s first gig?

At about this time the Police made their first of three visits. They came in, did a quick head count, asked Joe about the capacity, and decided to close the doors to any more people – but the show could go on!!! Unfortunately, they chased away about 100 – 200 people that were still outside.

By now everyone was feeling the heat, and trips backstage or to the bar were common.

THE ADOLESCENTS faded into existence from sound check to actual set. I really don’t know when the set started – there were always people running around stage and Casey yelling for more drum monitor, anyways they played a frantic set. The heat didn’t stop anybody from going crazy, and the crowd seemed to eat up every song now that they know them by heart.

Mike Ness even got up to do the singing on ‘House of the Rising Sun’ – it was funny seeing him trying to wiggle like Tony.

CIRCLE JERKS were the last band to go on and did more than an adequate job of being the end to a great show. They played very intensely; the only time I’ve seen them better was at their own Birthday Party Gig, but tonight it was special because they debuted a bunch of new songs – so new Keith had to read them in the paper. And they are good ones too – songs about the RCP and such!!!



Why I started my own publishing house, unique as my fingerprints.

Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist


My boys… Noise.. the Noise…


“We become more characteristic of who we are simply by lasting into later years; the older we become, the more our true natures emerge.”

~ James Hillman

I was filled with a huge amount of energy today. So, I decided to clean my office bookshelves. Ya know how things sometimes get put on the shelves. Precious items that get dirty and block the books. So today I put the precious items in a box and will put them away for a while. So, I can access my books more efficiently.

Oh, some are missing like the few I gave to a gal to look over before an interview. I never did the interview last year due to being sick. I was so sick after the California fires. I am going to have to ask for them back soon.

Then I saw one book American Hardcore a Tribal History by Steven Blush. Glory glory Feral House Press. Why I started my own publishing house.

I remember appearing on Stig Stench Radio with Steven Blush and Edward Colver. It was fun, though they did most of the talking and vented their frustrations. Ed described how his photographs had been used without proper attribution and then sold for profit. I told them that my own photo had also been improperly credited in Steven Blush’s book, American Hardcore: A Tribal History. As authors and publishers, we make mistakes and try to correct them—but that does not always happen these days.

That experience is why I started my own publishing house.

The Black Flag at The Church, Summer 1979 appears on page 49 of his book. I requested photo credit, noting that my name is listed as the photographer in the original Flipside Fanzine issue, which serves as the source material. They both brushed me off.

 I took a lot of images in Flipside Fanzine. Al is a great punk photographer, but he did not take that one. It is included in our Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Anniversary Issue a full-page image; ya I get full credit for that one a direct copy of the original image from Flipside Fanzine.

For Keith Morris’s 70th birthday I sent him a copy of the image along with others I took of him. Sweet and rebellious memories of when punk rock was just punk rock. I remember the term Hardcore when it became known and was coined. I still hate the term.

I really brought the image to the next level when I was asked for some images for the film 20th Century Women. I could have given them a lot of my photos but instead just gave him this one. It is nicely framed in the film, and I get full credit in the ending credits to the sound of the Buzzcocks.

It was one of those moments while sitting with my two sons to see the film where I felt acknowledged for my dedication and love of punk rock. I thought to myself,

“I showed them.”

Furthermore, Blush and Edward Colver don’t even know about my endeavor for full credit, who knows, but Keith was aware of the image and got recognition with the original Black Flag.

The film’s creator grew up in the punk scene and gets both the issue and women’s perspectives. Well, done, Mike Mills!

Blush has not made the correction or apologized for using an image that was not sourced even after I told him. That is hurtful for me and anyone who was there and did the real documentation of a punk scene.

“Character is as unique as your fingerprint and as we age, it can often surface in interesting and unusual ways and at unexpected moments.”

~ James Hillman




Fanzines go Haywire….

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March 1 2025


Jan Rohlk and a Fanzine Gal nightclub denizens


LA Zine Fest

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.


While engaging Facebook, some friends’ posts brought up the world of Fanzines. Last year in LA I went to a fanzine event. It was fun to see individuals sharing their passions again without big media involved.

Yet in the mid-1980s it was a way for a scene to plug into a culture that was deep and a constant variable of uniqueness. No politically correct or nice. Yet I found things that were endearing to me.

We listed the fanzines we got every two months or so.

I am so proud of our once-underground culture still. I miss the strong current of communication all by way of the POBox.

Before the computer and I know if you were there you know what I am talking about.

For me it was a constant kaleidoscope of reading and typing and going to the POBox to pick up the mail.

Now I feel out of step with our current world. Always an intensity that is so alarming. I am glad I have my little oasis to keep me grounded.

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine will always be moving around my psyche. Like riding my mustang on the hills of the Santa Monica Mountains or pushing my kids as young boys in the supermarket shopping cart.

Getting older is nice to reflect on deeds done and things created. Friends, family, and fans.

But as this song shares…. I feel out of step with the world too. As a young punk or an old one.








Flipside Video one through eleven.

Flipside Video was an out-of-control phenomenon. This is what I brought in from over the internet a few years ago. Videos without real narratives. I like to share real narratives. Some of you still have your originals. We at Flipside Video did a lot of work to bring this all together. Taping, editing, copying, designing art and video boxes and mail order. We did not make the big bucks, but it was the glowing truth behind DIY.

I am proud of what we accomplished. Now the patina shows … that is ok. We supported a scene we believed in. Right before technology hit the scene and changed the intimacy of what we as punks shared. That is what I hold onto that punk rock intimacy. I’ll say it again. That punk rock intimacy. I know a lot about that time and most of it is amplified in many of the original source materials we documented at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

44 years ~ Lycanthropy & GBH

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Over the past 44 years, I have been playing Lycanthropy on the first full moon of August, embracing the magic and allure of this mystical tradition. Each year, as the moon rises in the night sky, I gather with friends and fellow enthusiasts, sharing stories and experiences that have shaped our understanding of this fascinating game.

The anticipation builds as we prepare for the night’s adventures, bringing to life the legends and lore that surround lycanthropes. It is a celebration of camaraderie and creativity, where imagination knows no bounds, and the thrill of the hunt awakens our primal instincts under the silvery glow of the full moon.

“Godzilla’s was a bowling alley/nightclub-cum-gig-space in the San Fernando valley. In late 1981 and early 1982 it booked a number of punk gigs under the auspices of the BYO, and the organization managed every aspect of the music angle–the security, the booking, the promotion. When the club was shut down by fire Marshall for not having a live entertainment permit, BYO organized several benefit gigs to pay for the legal fees.

BYO’s relationship with Godzilla soured when the owner spent the money on redecorating, rather than permits, and the last straw came when the owner became involved with the people who ran the Starwood ballroom…BYO pulled out and returned to promoting shows at whatever halls they could rent for the night.”


The first place I saw “Leather, Bristles, Studs and Acne” it was spray painted on the wall in Godzilla’s. I had an epiphany. Standing there in the club a small group of fans parted, and the sound of the music suspended, and I read the writing on the wall.

Soon enough distributing our fanzine issues at Zed records, I purchased my copy of the album.

CHAPTER NINE: THE NICE BITCH LADY AT THE FLIPSIDE P.O. BOX 363

Flipside had the same P.O. box address for the ten years I was there. Over the years there was one woman I remember who worked at the post office. I forgot her name. She was a full-figured woman with a round face, and she wore glasses. When we first met, she didn’t like me very much, I could tell. I was bitchy to her as well.

Yet, something happened, and we grew to like each other. Every year she would put a little Christmas present for me in the P.O. box. She was always a nice bitch lady to me, but we understood each other. Often, we had to wait in line to pick up piles and piles of mail of letters, records, and advertisements for the magazine.

I always held in my joy when seeing her expression each day, as I am sure she thought,

“What the hell are they doing to get so much damn mail.”

I loved riding my black beach cruiser to pick up the mail. In my mind, the Song “Lycanthropy” by Charged GBH usually went through my imagination!

The song was loud and I rode fast!

“Lycanthropy is in his blood,

And spreads to those he slays,

Uncontrolled metamorphosis,

Undetectable by day,

But when the moon is waxing,

And the entire worlds asleep.

Through woods and fields,

The werewolf he will creep.

Even a man who is pure at heart,

And says his prayers at night can become.

A werewolf when the wolfbane blooms,

And the autumn moon is bright.”



Flashbacks and the Circle Jerks

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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.



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.



I couldn’t even finish my one beer. Yet powered down a soda like a babe.


Slade, The Saints and Otis Redding

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I wanted more light in the kitchen corner. To light up the roses as well. I had to move the refrigerator next to it to put in an extension cord. That is the dynamo effect of light. You put light on anything and so forth it wants to illuminate everything. I had to clean up behind the Frigidaire. Now all is cleaned up, and the roses got their illumination.

A song is like this too. It has an illumination or dynamo effect that kind of brings things together while cleaning things up. This song spoke to me today. A wonderful wise way or magnetic field of lyrics, singing song and instruments.



“Come on, with just a little bit of soul right now, baby
Lord, everything is gonna be alright
One more time, just one more time, baby
Don’t it, don’t it sound pretty good right now, sugar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, baby
I need a little security right now, baby
Come on, come on.”

This kind of took me over today seeing how bands take a song being inspired to do it themselves is interesting to me. What is particularly interesting is the recording of Ottis Redding at the Whisky A GO GO. A global phenomenon of a song. And it is how I experience it. With the Saints coming to California this November this highlights my enthusiasm to see them. SO much mod podge sticking to my heart of experiences blended with punks, skins, mods and also the idea of Australia. Slade, The Saints and Otis Redding 

A song can grab you and shake you. This song always has but now maybe a little bit more.

The song Security was written by Otis Redding and was first recorded and released by Otis Redding in 1964. It was covered by Lyres, Donnie Elbert, Chocolate Factory [DE], Mavis Staples and other artists.

Slade in their skinhead phase in 1969 and interesting read about their history briefly stated.

By 1966, this new version of the ‘N Betweens had recorded a promo single of the Otis Redding track “Security” and a self-penned song, “Evil Witchman”, released on Highland Records. A further single, “You Better Run” was released on Columbia Records and produced by Kim Fowley.”



Prehistoric Sounds is the third album by the Australian punk rock group The Saints, released in 1978 via Harvest. This was the final album to feature founding lead guitarist, Ed Kuepper



Women and Punk Rock Day. Bitchin’!

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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

https://hozacrecords.com/…/pre-order-all-roads-lead-to…

LOS ANGELES FLIPSIDE FANZINE THE NARRATIVE DOCUMENTARY / FILM. EPEISODION ONE, TWO and THREE for free viewing on my YouTube Channel.

https://www.youtube.com/@HudleyFlipside


Ground Control

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Woke up with this all on my mind. And had to pull it through my soul and up it came, like a river breaking through a dam, releasing everything it had held back.

It was unexpected, yet somehow familiar, as if it were sharing narratives I have heard before, yet it resonated with a fresh intensity that I couldn’t ignore.

Other dimensional.


Rod Steiger



“The song was inspired by Ray Bradbury’s short story “The Rocket Man” in The Illustrated Man, about a professional astronaut whose work keeps him away from his anguished family for months at a time. It echoes the theme of David Bowie’s 1969 song “Space Oddity” (both recordings were produced by Gus Dudgeon).


Taupin has denied that the Bowie song was an inspiration but has acknowledged borrowing from Pearls Before Swine’s 1970 “Rocket Man”, written by Tom Rapp, which was also influenced by the Bradbury story. According to an account in Elizabeth Rosenthal’s book His Song: The Musical Journey of Elton John, the song was inspired by Taupin’s sighting of either a shooting star or a distant aeroplane.”

“Angus Boyd “Gus” Dudgeon (30 September 1942 – 21 July 2002) was an English record producer, who oversaw many of Elton John’s most acclaimed recordings, including his commercial breakthrough, “Your Song”. Their collaboration led to seven US No. 1 albums, and established John as one of the most successful singles artists of the 1970s.

Dudgeon also produced Chris Rea’s first hit, the US chart topping “Fool (If You Think It’s Over)”, and David Bowie’s “Space Oddity”, and steered many other artists to chart success, including Joan Armatrading and Elkie Brooks.

Decca, The Rocket Record Company



“Old Man Bar” punks

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….





NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD PUNK

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“Break out and leave this life behind
Break out and see what I can find
Might lose I’m going to try my luck
Might win don’t really give a fuck
I gotta..”



The Flopside crew all have a Spring chest cold. Coughing and pain in the upper torso, so what is more soothing to discomforts than left-handed endeavors?

With a cocktail in one hand and coffee in the other, Mr. Fuck and Mr. Dang dive into that project or idea that’s been just sitting there on the back burner for way too long.

So, Mr. Dang did most of the work … so many angles to the dangle, pencil, ink, watercolor… then Photoshop, layout, and Adobe Acrobat.

A new HP printer is getting past its hazing days of demand. Learning the ways and sounds of a green horn printer is part of the key. Ink looks great.

Hudley was around somewhere getting the crew drinks and making up some sandwiches and chicken noodle soup.

And here you go…



T-Shirts for sale… click on image.




Three songs and natural discernment: Be Careful, Beware.

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“The symbolic display seen by the abductees is identical to the type of initiation ritual or astral voyage that is embedded in the [occult] traditions of every culture … the structure of abduction stories is identical to that of occult initiation rituals … the UFO beings of today belong to the same class of manifestation as the [occult] entities that were described in centuries past.”

Three songs came to fruition today. Like budding Hollyhocks from my garden that keep highlighting my great outdoors with their beauty and wild ways.

‘I want to Believe’ by GBH, ‘To Sir with Love,’ and ‘I’m a Believer.’

The influence of music, of songs, bouncing around my psyche. 1966 to 2002 to May 2025.

In my heart songs help me to feel those important feelings. Like gratitude, hope and inspiration. Yet to be cautious and aware to real danger.

The people, places and things that inspire one to join in and celebrate this mysterious world we are part of. As the quote defines clearly,

“denizens of other dimensions.” ~ Dimensions, by Dr. Jacques Vallee.

My Celtic heritage is deep honey in this realm, and I am thick in it so to stay. Sticky and so sweet. Songs sometimes melt us all tighter together, tightly in understanding. This is a journey I share with you.


“These ‘maenads’ would prance around the mountain of Cithaeron, with staffs in their hands known as “Thyrsus” in the worship of their god. The Thyrsus was enchanted with flowers, boles, and twines; however, a concealed iron point was placed in the head of the leaves to attack the enemy.”

https://medium.com/@TheMaenadAndHerThyrsus/the-maenad-and-her-thyrsus-22e8ccb988ad





Now youthful old.

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Holly and Sony 1975


“We’re not gonna take it

We’re not gonna take it

We’re not gonna take it

We’re not gonna take it.”

Two rock operas came to mind today… both flashed through my mind as the songs also dashed by.

Tommy is a 1975 British psychedelic musical fantasy drama film written and directed by Ken Russell and based on The Who’s 1969 rock opera album Tommy and Quadrophenia is the sixth studio album by the English rock band the Who, released as a double album on 26 October 1973. Quadrophenia is a 1979 British drama film, based on the Who’s 1973 rock opera of the same name. It was directed by Franc Roddam in his feature directing debut.

Why I thought, why is my psyche pushing these memories up? It was 1969 and 1975, both interesting years. I was 12 and 17. Turning points in my life for a generation of us. Generation Jones is an awkward generation. But what about turning sixty-seven this May? Why am I so often having these rock opera ideals ascending from my being? More than 50 years ago.

The uncertainties of growing up? About to turn thirteen and about to turn eighteen?

Between thirteen and eighteen I left nature and my wild mustang for boys. I started working at miscellaneous jobs around town. Mostly still in a state of essential existential shyness of many inward thought forms.

You know, at certain times in life you can go through a bullet. So much happens. From seventeen to nineteen I rode a fast train. At the end of the train, I did find myself awake and aware.

“Why do I have to move with a crowd

Of kids that hardly notice I’m around?

I work myself to death just to fit in.”

It is a youthful call to the senior I have become. A bubbling up of possibilities and fast times again. Rebellious time again. Of speaking up and out and not giving up. OK with never fitting in the crowd when it comes to my Individuation.


A song in the midst of the storm

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Last night was a dark one, filled with palpable heaviness that lingered in the air. As the planets Pluto and Neptune danced in their contrasting orbits, I felt their influences swirling within me—conflicting energies that stirred both my body and my psyche. It was an unsettling experience, as if I were caught in a cosmic tug-of-war that left me disoriented.

In the depths of my mind, dreams—some eerily prophetic—unfolded like delicate petals blooming in the night. They whispered secrets of the heart and echoes of long-forgotten desires, blending into a arras of haunting beauty. Yet, there was Pluto, that enigmatic force, reaching deep into my being, pulling at my very essence with an intensity that felt almost invasive. It was a reminder of the darker sides of transformation and the raw, sometimes painful, nature of rebirth.

Amid this turmoil, as I finally drifted into a state of fragile sleep, a fleeting glimpse of clarity surged through the chaos. It reminded me of a particular song that resonated deeply within my soul. The melody and lyrics intertwined perfectly with the essence of the night—a reflection of my turmoil and my search for peace in the midst of the storm. It was strange how music seemed to emerge from the depths of my consciousness, illuminating the shadows and giving voice to the inexpressible emotions that flickered in the corners of my mind.

This song has a way of capturing the essence of what it means to navigate the complexities of life, especially during nights like these, when the celestial bodies collide within and around us, leaving us to decipher the meaning of our own existence.



As 2025, 1969 was an interval of time in our American history as is now. Seems sometimes a dark part of our American psyche shows its ugly face. Absurd politics, greed and power. Like some awful rouge wave that manifests for a rift of time in our history.

It is a constant here and we just have to know this. We all know this.

“If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another.”




New Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Documentary Film Promo.


Lazy days for a Doodle advertisement.

A nostalgic and honest reminder of our youthful rebellion, our punk rock history.

Very proud of the books I produced and published. Now for sale through my publishing company The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing.

Going on six yeas now.



About the author, click on image below to go to her Author page on Amazon.

Plugged us into the underground network


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Cut and Paste The American Hardcore

Click on Image to purchase Cut and Paste The American Hardcore Fanzine from Deathwish Inc.




Tony Rettman

Patrick Kitzel

First Edition 2024

2000 copies

Printed by Signature Book Printing, Maryland USA

Unterwelt Books is a division of Tribal Publishing


This punk hardcore-hardcover book stands for one of the first examples of handheld devices, besides cats. A history of American punk rock fanzines.

As I say there were a lot of players in the punk scene and some I knew well. Others I knew only in passing or by way of Flipside Fanzine’s uptown Whittier POBox.

It was an interval of time when a counterculture of punks communicated. The symbiotic relationship of bands, fans, record labels and beyond.

Some fanzines lasted a weekend, others a month or two and others endured the punk scene for years.

I am glad Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and myself are included in this hardcover book smelling of vinyl records, ink, and a dark room waiting to develop some images taken at a show the night before. Those nasty addictions of mine come into play.

This book is an experience. I was placed back in that office in Whittier Los Angeles surrounded by punk hubs that circulated around me from town-to-town, state-to-state and country-to-country. A punk scene of memories and believing in something greater than yourself.

Sharing a scene, documenting a picture or contribution of a point of view in a letter. The best included are the lyrics to a song.

Living at that time we were a scene veiled away, hidden from the mainstream of our existing modern cultures, so we made our own living scene. Our own culture.

No checks, credit cards only cash came to us by trusting punker souls. I only messed up on subscriptions once in a while most likely due to a terrible hang-over.




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Creating a way to organize all of the publications we received and reviewed.


Mikey Puss….


The redundant statement of looking for something and finding something else. Years ago, in 1987 I did do a fanzine convention. Well, it was more like garage sale and only a few people showed up. I guess having foresight and enthusiasm as a fanzine publisher was a bit ahead of my time. Yet we did receive a lot of creative endeavors of the left-handed and right-handed kinds.

As you see it got to be a by mail revolution of people to communicate with each other. It was warping around me and through me until at the end of 1989, I did have a few of my eight octopus appendages fall off… burn out.

Yet again here is a bit of that history… I did work my tail end off … yet here I am typing about them again.

“Like the bearded asshole said.”

Let’s respect it for what it was. It was a counterculture revolution… it lived a good life. It is fun to bend backwards and remember. My punk rock curse.

Creating a way to organize all of the publications we received and reviewed.




Earthquakes & songs. No don’t stop the rain here in California.

Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist



“Fogerty claims the song is about “the apocalypse that was going to be visited upon us”. He also said that when the band was learning the song he recognized the contrast between the apocalyptic words and the happy melody. He said, “It wasn’t until the band was learning the song that I realized the dichotomy.”

“Bad Moon Rising” is a song written by John Fogerty and performed by Creedence Clearwater Revival. It was the lead single from their album Green River and was released on April 16, 1969.”


I can see that there are many artists that have done this song… some really stupid like Satin Puppets and Nxghtshade, old news… ick so redundant.

Yet the best is the original by CCR…

5 days until a full moon as the harbinger of the autumnal equinox approaches. Fires, earthquakes, and lightning… yes. It feels extreme. Glad the heat wave in California broke… yet we did have an earthquake today here in Malibu California.

Fires are happening too. It does not make one want to shout for joy…

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