All About A Song: Very Very, Wild Wild…

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Hudley Flipside

8/30/2022

I resurrected this old post because it is a good story about the history of a song. As I am beholding to many. KROQ, Rodney Bingenheimer and the early Flipside Fanzine Crew and all of those nobody punks on the streets who welcomed me in… us in, no questions asked.

2015:

Jumping in the truck and taking the kid to school. Turning on the radio while a song is starting to play. So, we turn it up as loud as can be. The car radio vibrating as truck bounces its way down the road…breaking the mediocrity of routine by invoking my once “young woman” once more. Looking over at son, he is clearly into the drums because he is mocking the drumbeats.

“The Ballroom Blitz” is a song written by Nicky Chinn and Mike Chapman and originally recorded by the British rock band The Sweet. Billboard ranked it as the No. 16 song for 1975.”

1976:

At the age of 18 the song Ballroom Blitz played on the Telefunken Radio. The radio vibrated on the wood shelve next to the fireplace. It was free FM KROQ.

“Poo Poo Pee DOO…KROQ”

Rodney, Posh Boy, Mike (ZED) and Steve (ZED). GOLD Records for the success of Beach Blvd. From Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Number 20, The Circle Jerks Cover By Edward Colver

“The punk scene was like Halloween, Christmas, horror films, and freedom all at the same time. Overwhelmed, I felt as though I was in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, mimicking Puck— taking on the images that were around me without question. I was becoming one with my punkalullaby. I coined the word punkalullaby. It means that the whole time I was in the punk rock scene, from beginning to end, it was all about a song. One song to the next pulled me though the scene. Once that loud music got into my blood there was nothing like it.”

~ HUDLEY FLIPSIDE, THE SEMINARY OF PRAYING MANTIS, MY PUNK@LULLABY

Whenever Ballroom Blitz came on the radio, I bounced like a rubber ball around any room. A song that is responsible for pulling me into the world of KROQ, Rodney Bingenheimer (Rodney on The Rocks) and the Los Angeles punk rock scene. (Ya there was a time before Henry… amen hallelujah!!)

“KROQ’s 1976 rebirth was perfectly timed with the emergence of punk rock and New Wave and KROQ quickly became the voice of the burgeoning Los Angeles scene, with disc jockey Rodney Bingenheimer joining the station and introducing many new and local bands, including The Ramones, The Runaways, The Stray Cats and The Go-Go’s, on his massively influential shows.”

If a song can encapsulate youthful dreams and rebellion this is the one for me. Like many songs that we take for granted, this tune always seems as new as the day I first heard the song Ballroom Blitz. Fresh, stimulating, and as wild as the Los Angeles streets I soon joined.

It is a very wild song. The word very and wild are my favorite words and I use the words while describing this song…ya ya ya!!

“As punk expanded its hold on the music scene of the mid to late 1970s, KROQ steadily adding more of it to their freeform format, cementing their place in the Los Angeles market. The station’s proximity to Hollywood and the Los Angeles punk rock scene gave it a unique place in the development of this newer music and much later with the alternative rock genre. In the late 70s and early 80s KROQ was quickly becoming one of the most influential radio stations in broadcast history.”

~KROQ Wikipedia

Helen Wrote…about Dead Clubs!!

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~ Hudley Flipside

Recently, a few of our Los Angeles Clubs have closed or are in the process of transforming. All generations or music scenes go through these changes. Owners and promoters come and go. Yet what is happening now seems as revolutionary as when the underground scene claimed these clubs as their own. I speak from the late 70s to now because it is nothing new. I just hope that the youngsters will continue finding and creating a scene that comes from their rebellion. Technologies have changed everything!

We no longer go to shows to make friends and find support like we once did. We don’t need fanzines anymore or a band’s creative flyers. These are for the old-time collectors. Gamers and hand-held devices are changing the world.

It is something we all have to work out, because it can’t be what it used to be. Festivals are a nightmare from my perspective. No one can ever bring this particular youthful music scene back… no matter how anyone tries to ‘Viagra’ it. I find joy in reflecting back on this time.

I am presenting an extremely wonderful article by Flipside Fanzine’s Roving Reporter Helen Jewel. It is a good read. Ya might have to squint your eyes or zoom in a great deal to read it; I invite you to be amazed. Enjoy the patina of the original Flipside Fanzine. It has aged a lot. Again, Thank you Helen. I appreciate you much more now than I ever did then!!

From Issue Number 37 the mid-1980s. Dead Clubs by Helen Jewel

(With a little help from her friends!)

Public Dumb[p]ing…

Mr Fuck and I are having a deep kind of day. Reflecting, farting and all. He asked me about a particular comic that we did a while back. We started to giggle and so today Tuesday the 17th of November… all care aside we thought it might be better then stepping on dog shirt…

Scene Photo Punk DC

Punk The Capital documentary sent photo ! A little on the rough side but the sentimentality goes along with it! Got it in the mail today!

Alex Mac Kaye, Untouchables 1979 Madams Organ – Paul Bishow

Flipside Fanzine # 39: 1983. No Trend end of interview, Kraut Image, Faith /Alec MACKAY (the way he told us to spell it), Kraut and part of Government Issue) (Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine #54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue )

Editorial after the fact…

I am still working through this…. I was tagged to this, and I still need to address this… until I feel content. Suffice it to say. I was edited out of this documentary and replaced by Black Market Baby’s Boyd Farrell. He read an obscure letter from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Which we printed up. Making a good point but really replaced my interview edited out. The format for the documentary was glued together by what I presented at my interview.

The format for this documentary is ripped off totally from my ideas and seeing my edited-out interview would make this self-evident. The only part of my “KFJC Radio tapes” used, I gave them for interviewing Ian and Alex MacKaye, was of Al Flipside. As a woman of the early punk scene, this documentary is great. Yet it has the smell of “The Big Boys Club” …. I now see the punk world through the lens ‘as a colleague,” instead of “as a friend,” and license (written contract) everything I do with most anyone in the punk scene.

Unless my hard work is just taken without any consideration. Then I am forced to negotiate. Assholes do show their ugliness here too. Last documentary I will ever do with anyone. The whole thing popped my good memories of those people… because they let it happen. Cowards and ruthless acquaintances. Their so-called straight edge integrity is a bit of a joke to me now. My signed CD copies of the documentary do not wipe away the real disloyalty or pain I feel.

As one who supported these people and included them in Los Angeles Flipside fanzine, our records, and live videos. It is important to me to show that even the holy holy DC boys have a shadowy side. They contributed to marginalizing, patronizing and ignoring me. This shows you a part of themselves that others do not see. I experienced it. It makes me feel whole to address the truth. I feel better. I still am waiting for an honest loud apology.

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2014 Post

“…and those of you in the balcony can just rattle your jewelry.” ~John Lennon

Cause no one needs a fanzine anymore…

Originally a 2014 post I was 56 and youngest son was 14. Now I am 64 and he is going to college at 22. The bands are still playing around the massive kaleidoscope exposition of festivals. I watch them explode and march on from town to town, city to city and country to country.

The punk festivals are grandiose to see happening. Fun for the bands yet this little fanzine gal can’t go back to being a face in the crowd during a time of a terrible pandemic with an ‘ebb and flow’ which is rather unpredictable.

I am glad I got to see them before festivals became a phenomenon of big and bigger shows with long and longer lists of bands. Or even the weird funky boat cruises. It leaves me a bit perplexed yet I can listen to the music anytime and my “amber moments” are still in my brain as fresh and palpable moments of a once punk scene.

Mockingly and nasty, as we stood in line in front of the Fonda Theater marquee, an older man on a bike wheeled by yelling,

“Ha ha maybe forty years ago!”

Saturday Night 2014 Hollywood,California

My son and I were standing in line. In front of us was a twenty-year-old and in back a couple about my age. These punk shows bring out the underground punk community. The good and disgusting levels. I love it so much my head almost burst.

01 – race against time 0:00
02 – knife edge 2:45
03 – lycanthropy 5:00
04 – necrophilia 7:34
05 – sick boy 9:33
06 – state executioner 12:06
07 – dead on arrival 14:39
08 – generals 12:18
09 – freak 19:37
10 – wardogs 22:06
11 – city baby attacked by rats 23:37
12 – City babys revenge 26:13

Smiling Punk woman and son Shyane at 14

Last night I could hardly make it through Lycanthropy while fighting off some guy who wanted to continually throw my son up on stage. Even though son seemed to like it. He said,

“I saw Colin’s face flash by me.“

Up front the stage was hot. All were intimated by the solar flares of sun burning in the Fonda Theater. A halo hot sauna of extreme is how it was there. A full house.

The 5th Wave at the Fonda Theater pic by Hudley

The 5th Wave slashed the theater with some questionable lyrics, mixed with saxophone and trombone ska. Excellent! Their fans shining. I was very impressed by the courtesy of the young punk women this evening.

A smile was easily shared and that communal feelings of a punk rock community ran in my heart. Strangely different from my generation. I was very impressed indeed. A lot of women in groups and alone gave me hugs for having a son with me.

I hope son takes advantage of this when he gets beyond my reach, because now he has a silence about him that I respect.

The ADS were so satisfying I cried. I love them and again always superimposed images from over the years blended with the reality of now. Fast songs have matured nicely into longer ones. Remarkable! As Steve Soto was there still playing his original sound.

GBH were wild as they always are. Yet, they were a little rushed. I hear it is an intense tour. Colin’s voice was hoarse, yet it was hard to tell over the audience singing their songs. Colin made a stab at the fans in the balcony who were not moving.

Who were just sitting there as being lazy and with other critiques? I don’t know why so many young punks came up to me trying to exchange my receipt with theirs so they could sit in the balcony. It all was a bit confusing from my perspective.

Fun and eye-opening show with the usual subtle instilled words for those listening!!

We enjoy our punk rock community…so go screw Mr. Bike man over 50! This 50 something year old loves it still!!

Leather Jacket bye bye !!

It never was mine, really. This mature Leather Jacket is ready for something different. I moved it around over the last thirty years.

I embellished it throughout the early 1980s with the bands that inspired me. Something new is in the air. Time to be an organizer and let go of this Jacket.

The kids played in it. I grieved over it, those youthful days of punk rock glory. Now my big kids play new games. I am no longer pulled by a nostalgia of what was but live in the present.

I am trying really hard too!!

All the things I need to create a letting go party,

Flipside stickers found in a pocket. Must have been there some thirty years??

My farewell picture with a bottle of beer.

All rolled up with green bubble bag. Put in a box for mailing.

Acrylic paint and recycled cardboard for the Leather Jacket Biography Book.

Book complete for mailing in the box with the Leather Jacket.

Green praying mantis stencil hides in the dark acrylic paint.

Big Boots and Dancing, and reading the book Generation X while trying to find Prince Buster’s 45s. RIP Terry Hall

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X-8, HUD and AL 1979 San Fransisco
In this picture X-8 represents the original punks of Los Angeles. Who were creative, loud and in your face! 1977-79.

Pete woke up on the Chinese New Year looking out of the hotel room window while a chicken’s head was chopped off. Right across the street at a restaurant café.

Big boots and dancing…it be a trilling time for me.

This is one of my favorite images. I have posted it a few times before. It contains a lineage of Flipside Fanzine characters who worked on issues. It has an interesting foresight; from left to right are X-8, Hud and Al. Peter Landswick takes the picture. All four of us worked on Flipside together at an interesting time in the world of Punk Rock. It was before the Orange County scene exploded as well as the new generation of punk English bands. The early Los Angeles punks were much more silent now. X was going for a major label.

The Go Go’s, The Bags and Fear were changing their places and goals. The original punk scene of LA was dying, and a new one was forming.

I like the texture and graphic perspective of this image. Pete is a creative photographer. This picture taken at an alley in San Francisco when we rebelliously tagged and followed the touring underground mod scene. At the time, The Specials and Madness were unfamiliar upcoming bands. As wild as any youthful band. It is the best time of crazy characters and wild free adventures.

1 – 16 Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Covers. Post

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

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Covers from 1979 to 1989.

Punk Rock Humor and the girly girls…

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“And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Today is a day of going back and falling into another time of my life. It happens a lot at the age of 56. I was thinking about older age and youth. I have much more experience at being young then being older. Each day I wonder about what to do next.

With all the experience I have this is amazing to me. I can open the many doors from my past and jump in. I get pulled in like gravity too. I am closer to the stillness of my center now. As in a maṇḍala, which is basically a round image with the center within. Me.

Time seems slow and reflective. I don’t feel the need to grasp the ring from the merry-go-round. I feel like I am in Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death (1969). Like Billy Pilgrim I am in a place where I time travel back and forth.

Though my Tralfamadorians are silent and the only time I have a view of the future is by insight or in some vague dream. My punk rock life is on the same track.

Diving into each back issue of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine brings up memories and I find that I need to share these images with others.

A affirmation of reality and fun.

The picture below is of Dee and Hilda who are on either side of a police officer in China Town at the Hong Kong Café. Lower right girl looking straight on is me.

I think it is Punk Rock humor about Los Angeles Coppers.

“Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.”

― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Hong-Kong-Cafe-China-Town-Los-Angeles/85219892243

Out Of School

A vinyl fanzine…

At this time in punk rock history of the 1980s… life was moving fast. Projects at every corner. This kept us running before the wild-fire of punk rock, which was a passion that could not be controlled.

So many individuals’ hands were in the multitude of projects that it was hard to know who to thank and whose’ hand you should slap.

It felt like being under a wave. We were overwhelmed! SO many wants, needs and desires geometrically multiplied with each day.

Flipside vinyl fanzine Vol. 2 is a motif of that era.

A GASATANKA / Flipside production.

Ya…. kinda cool

Excerpt from My Punkalullaby~I thank her now !!

A sketch from Chapter Five

“Old stucco house with wood floors and Mexican Marilyn Monroe next door: Issue 48-57.”

In Whittier California and at the time we lived in and old stucco house between two apartment buildings. The one on the left I knew no one and the one on the right is where she lived. It was the late 1980s.

“She was a couple of pounds over an hourglass figure and about six kids followed her around town. Just like a mother duck and her ducklings; one right after the other.“

The story goes that each child had a different father and the truck engines in front of our house revving their engines at 2 AM, night after night, told us her story. She was sexy. She oozed it.

I was jealous of her because she had those kids of hers. At twenty something I was craving a kid. I was not as lucky as she. The wild days of my punk youth were not a good place for kids, but I still was craving a babe in my arms. I often spied on her from my living room widow as she spent time with her kids.

It seemed to me then that she was not very nice or smart. She yelled at her kids, but they were always dressed nicely and well fed. Once I heard her say to one of her kids,

“This time I will break your arm and not take you to the hospital.”

For a few years one of her youngest boys would bring me a little cake with a candle to blow out on my birthdays. I never knew how he knew. Hearing a soft knock at the door there he stood. Standing alone and holding up the cake just for me.

“We listened to her as I am sure she listened to us during those times of frustration and loneliness.“

We sat on the porch and ate the cake together. I imagined how proud I was of him. How he was my son. He was so smart, sweet, and intelligent. How did such a loud sexy mama as Mexican Marilyn Monroe have such an amazing son?

“I realize now she must have had a lot to do with her son coming over and with him bringing me the cake. What she did indirectly was one of the most comforting moments during my overwhelming wild years. She shared her son with me. I thank her now and wish her well!”

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1981 punk shot

I am cleaning up and organizing all my stuff from 5 different places into a few plastic containers. Pictures, art, writing and miscellaneous important stuff.

The Punk Rock stuff goes somewhere special too.

Here is a miscellaneous punk shot from 1981… we had a multitude of images like this in the Flipside office. Along with a multitude of T-shirts, I should have saved them all.

Well here is one image.

The swale and the swirl of now.

“Do not lose heart: We were born for these times. One of the most important steps you can take to help calm the storm is to not allow yourself to be taken in a flurry of overwrought emotion or despair there by accidentally contributing to the swale and the swirl. Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.”

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes taken from the current Hare In The Moon Astrology Newsletter. http://www.hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk/

I was born to a generational friend, A community of rebellious characters that I use to hang with more, but now mostly just observe. Once in a while I pop the fine wine and join them.

Yet, have I put in my time? I observe how they age and what they are doing. Our dark side of the performer archetype projects outward and still shakes and rock & rolls the global community.

I think we bleed to find out who we are and if what we have done changed anything.

Did our words, music and actions make a difference? Our experiences, feelings and knowing has been marginalized through the media and the superficial looks of fashion.

I believe it is “not [our] task [to fix] the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.”

“Chiron teaches us the philosophical perspective, and perspective that our wildness , which may put us outside the status quo, may be our wisdom.

~Time Lyons

What is the dark archetype in psychology?

Jung suggested that the shadow can appear in dreams or visions and may take a variety of forms. It might appear as a snake, a monster, a demon, a dragon, or some other dark, wild, or exotic figure. This archetype is often described as the darker side of the psyche, representing wildness, chaos, and the unknown.

2009 Flipside Reunion at the Scotland Yard Canoga Park

Picture by Bob Cantu.

RIP Human.. Steve, Hud and Tony

I woke up this morning with this image bringing a smile to my face. Friendship, integrity, and surprise always adds up to the best of feelings. I am standing with Human and Tony Malone, a Hollywood Street punk galore.

Together they were part of the band Detox. A Flipside Fanzine band only because we recorded their music.

I just cannot put to words the good feelings that I have for the characters I knew in the 1980s punk scene. I am just beaming inside as I stand between two of the best!!

I love these songs, me and all the “wee beasties” dance to them baby.

FLOPSIDE COMICS SUCK AND SO DO YOU!!

Life: It is about the gift not the package it comes in.

– Dennis P. Costea, Jr.

Mr. Fuck does not bowl, play football, kickass in soccer or shoot the moon…he is a poseur for the dames!!

He is the ultimate trophy whore too!

Their little hearts mock others.

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Hudley Flipside

Relevant ~bearing upon or connected with the matter in hand; pertinent: a relevant remark.

Image of HUD in San Fransico by Pete Landswick. 1979

In an exclusive group a relevant remark may be very pertinent to the matter at hand but to the rest of us it is not. It is the opposite of inclusive. Though I am a private person I am also an inclusive one. When comments are exclusive, they warp on the matter of firm context to the rest of us. People that do this are like little gerbils in the corner mocking others because of their lack of intelligence or the ability to communicate properly. Their little hearts mock others.

Today a friend asked me if the Flipside Memorial page on Facebook is relevant. My first response was to what? It is a memorial page because the fanzine has not been published for 13 years. Joe and Ed wanted to create a place to share memories of Flipside Fanzine, workers on the fanzine and the early punk scene in general. They were riding the beginning of the old school punk rock nostalgia of the Big Punk Rock. Joe’s focus is on the late 80s and the early 90s. Ed I assume was more weaved into the 90s but was not a hardcore member of the Fanzine by any means. They both helped indeed, I am not denying that.

Yet, do they have a deep exclusive understanding of the heart of the magazine? I have to yell out,

“no fucking way!”

This is where the Flipside Memorial Facebook page is lacking. They superficially dip into the realm of Flipside to protrude some sort of authority. They control rather than inform. They mock and delight in shocking others instead of illuminating fans about the underground punk’s scene. I agree that many images and insights from fans on the Flipside Memorial Facebook site can be fun. It does bring back some of those good old feelings, but It does not take the place of the real deal. Not even close.

The creators of the Flipside Memorial page have a diabolical hand in posting some very disturbing posts. Ones that made me disassociate with it. I only view their page if a friend shares a post with something pertaining to the Flipside Memorial page. I contributed images and comments there at one time but not anymore. You judge for yourself.

The Flipside Memorial page brings friends together and this is a great thing. I can forgive Mr. Joe and Ed and move on…which is what I have done for the last couple of years. In comparison I created The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing which also includes memories of Flipside Fanzine. I make it inclusively relevant to the growing old school punk nostalgia, which I call THE BIG PUNK ROCK. People like it and do respond to these posts more than other ones that I write. A global community that is truly bitchin’.

I am cursed by Flipside Fanzine and Punk rock in general. It isn’t what it used to be, and it is always barking at my heels to be remembered. I am not saturated in it anymore. I pick and choose. I feel no more accountability to it. I try to make this site relative to the past, present and future from my perspective in life. Sorry folks, it isn’t always about the BIG PUNK ROCK… but it is honest and I love publishing it like I loved publishing Flipside Fanzine.

In memory of Shane Williams and Pat Fear (Bill Bartell) true comrades and mentors of punk rock.

Bobbing at the top of the waters of the LETHE. Review of Push the Sky Away ~Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

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“…And here I come to the hill

I’m pushing my own wheel of love

I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain…”

I have not bought an album in some time. We used to have an iTunes account. I don’t know if anyone notices the music posts that I use quite a lot from Nick Cave and The Bad Seed’s new album Push the Sky Away? It is about time again when I reward my kids and myself with the instant gratification of music. I feel that I have been using so many YouTube songs for free that it is about time to pay the piper.

I don’t feel comfortable ripping others off or taking things for free if an artist worked hard to create something beautiful.

Push The Sky Away is beautiful to me. I am enchanted by this album: The lyrics, music and singing by Nick Cave are pulling at my belly; bringing forth feelings that I have lost in the real world. He has become my musical companion of the netherworld. He inspires my dry and jaded libido as the rain, wind and the sea do. He speaks from the deep unconscious of longing and love.

Nick Cave is an expert in archetypal resurrection.

Son hot-burned some CDs for our flying machine on the way to and from school. While driving home and listening to the full album, I felt as if I was hovering over the dark asphalt streets. As a jet takes-off; I felt that feeling as if riding on a swing where I almost took off to the rain clouds above.

Nick Cave is a man from my generation and from the same rebellion. As we engage in this collective aging, I hear his wisdom!

I know where he is!

He is at the same magic place of life. Yes, it is really magic! Nick’s music makes us slow down to listen and wonder. I cry with a wonderful longing that I have not felt in a long time.

“It gets you right down to your soul!”

Punk Junkies time…

This is son’s and my favorite song of the season… and our favorite punk drummer. Punk is a true and serious genre like Jazz.!!

Son studies Scott Preece’s drumming and describes him this way,

“He drums like a bouncing ball on steroids !!”

Two L.A. Music Men

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Hudey Flipside

Remembering friends Joe Doherty and Bob Cantu on their birthdays.

Though their birthdays are on different days, today is Bob’s birthday.

I remembered this post I did on an interesting night.

La Cita Bar and The Redwood Bar & Grill

Both guys… I respect. One I’ve known for twenty-five years; the other I have known six. Both have roots deep in the underground music scene of Los Angeles; one a fanzine journalist, Flipside Fanzine and Baby Jeepers, and the other is singer for Jughead’s Revenge.

At night, the buildings of light merged along the Hollywood freeway. The fast-moving river of car lights of red and white screamed a colorful expression to the low foggy clouds above.

Clubs, restaurants, movies and driving home from work; happy hour peaked in the city! Cars stopping too quickly, and others were slicing in front to get by as the strong current of cars raced towards the Broadway exit.

The lost shadow of Bunker Hill and Angel’s Flight whispered a Déjà Vu of voices among the unknown new buildings standing tall near and around the Angelus Plaza.

Parking was good past 8 PM and walking on Hill St. with my old black boots gravitated with familiar strides of a dark night. This October night was quiet, off and a bit tilted. Noir, unfamiliar and vexed I felt a blend between the femme fatale and the innocent unaware woman.

Joe Doherty, Jerry A. (aka Jerry Lang) Poison Idea, Edward Colver & Karin Swinney, Hudley Flipside, Demi Lishen-Girl (Mary). At The ScotlandYard Pub Canoga Park. Is Canoga Park a good area? 2009?

While drinking beers, gazing above at the three giant buildings dancing lazily in the foggy clouds, I felt secure in the iron fence outdoor patio.

Joe recommended the classico margarita. I’m sure that this place, this bar, and this drink are known by many. It was a tasty drink and it lingered on my taste buds as we said our goodbye and walked to the next bar on 2nd Street.

Funny as I grow older how I feel time bends. What seems so long ago; what I wanted to run from then, now bends and reaches back towards me. Finding me again. Seeming closer now than it once was.

Both guys were a couple blocks from each other that night; they both hold and continue to endure a musical something that binds us to the underground music scene of Los Angeles. Beholding to the music scene.

Bob put out his own fanzine promoting the scene he loved; Joe was going to tour Australia which was his dream come true.

Bob was standing at the entrance to the bar. Our friend quickly stamped our wrists before we knew it. We did not plan to go there. We talked and moved inside the club. My appetite was soon satisfied with one of the best club-hamburgers around. Sweet ranch dressing, french fries and beer; loud live music, smoky leather jackets and a cocktail waitress all moved tilted and film noir before my sleepy eyes.

Pat Fear back to black.

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Pat Fear

“There are two kinds of people in the world, people who are in White Flag and all those who wish they were.”

He is rascal, part of the youthful scene that we punks were made from! Those microbial bats of Rock & Roll. A jokester that played his music the way he wanted to. He is a friend and youthful comrade that always was there. A few years back I got to see White Flag rock out a Saint’s song. Demolition Girl. (He knew that was a favorite song of mine.)

That was Pat always making his friends happy and irritated at the same time.

He wrote and recorded the Flipside Fanzine theme song that is used on a few of the Flipside records and videos which are now free trolling through-out the internet.

The last time I spoke with him was backstage at the Golden Voice 30-year gig at the Santa Monica Civic.

He was part of the sexy black lace that held the original puck scene together. I will miss him. He overwhelmed me with his knowledge about music, and he let me know it too!!

From Los Angeles Fipside Fanzine

To the left of me is “Bill” Bartell / Pat Fear. I had not seen many of my old punk comrades in years, so I was a little shy when I took the shot. Notice there are strange looks on their faces.

Bill annoyingly kept saying. “Smile look who is taking the picture, it’s Hud, you all remember Hud?”

I was so embarrassed and a little drunk but most of them did. If you know their faces you know who they are. It was a strange time because I did not know how I would be greeted. Most of the guys in bands and the promoters and artists treated me swell.

Others, like Mike Ness of SD were hiding in their backstage room, which was only available to some. A real change for him who once was very real and accessible in the early punk scene. Pat never changed he was always accessible more than you wanted. I felt a lack of freedom those few nights.

I once had the privilege of knowing the backstage very well as a Fanzine person. Now, I was not allowed to go backstage as one who caused considerable trouble.

I was limited and only was allowed in a type of buffer zone with a hand full of others… it was a sad reality of how things were becoming, which is a less personal punk scene and more Rockstars or impersonal. It once was so different.

The focus was on the individual or friend, scene, or community. Well that is why we now have Facebook, I guess.

Hub Master: Pat Fear.

As you know Pat was a force to deal with. He lived in Riverside which was not far from Whittier Ca where Flipside Fanzine was based. Flipside put out a few music vinyl fanzines on Flipside / Gasatanka Records.

Pat was the hub master and helped bring it all together. Was it only a few years ago I argued on Facebook about his hate for Sahara Palin?

I would ask him to slow down and redirect his energy. White Flag played a show with the Simpletons around 2008. They played a Saints Song, Demolition Girl. A nice dedication to me. Yet that was Pat… he always tried to make his friends happy.

He was humorous in an irritating and funny way. He had the gift of inclusion. He is a constellating hub across time which brings us all here together today.

I will read some quotes by White Flag Tape 6 Flipside Music Fanzine.

I will try to read them the way White Flag said them. Pat Fear’s high degree of sarcasm. This is a White Flag moment. “What is the purpose of White Flag?”

“To create an illusion of creativity. Because we are too good to be believed.”

“White Flag is a band that’s done everything done before… but better.”

“There are two kinds of people in the world, people who are in White Flag and all those who wish they were.”

“White Flag is more than just a band it is a concept of how to live your life.”

“We look like women, talk like men, and play like mother fuckers. (Twisted sister quote.)”

Pat wrote a theme song for our video fanzines. I would like to share a short description from our catalog describing the beginning of Flipside Video Number Two,

“Now if you want to see the good old video monster in action you just got to catch this video. So, if you get it, and put it in your VCR, you might just die.

Because the opening Flipside Video Number Two is the band White Flag. Gutsy and pure, Pat Fear will knock your block off while he plays guitar for the opening theme song called “Flipside” with backup singers including some Redd Kross members and one Bangle member.”

The PUNK HUB MASTERS.

Something sexy for him..

Edited today 9/24/22…. i was so sad when I first wrote this up… RIP

Los Angeles Flipside Fanizne Issue 32. The Flipside Collection, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Library & Archives.

Some great bands in this issue and some wonderful memories. Yet as you know my goal is to bring in the Los Angeles Flipside Flipside narrative. My mission. As I find Flipside Fanzine things cut-up I reunite and make whole.

This is a good narrative and thanks to Pat and Ann it has a nice finish.

To D. Boon on his birthday one of the “cult’ov58.” He would be 66 today. Joy abounds and memories shared, I just try and be less clinging and more inclusive in the overwhelming love of our original punk rock wild people.

Photo by Al Flipside.

Flipside Fanzine # 32 Minutemen Cover at the Whisky A Go Go’s upstairs Bathroom July 1982. We wrote “In the issue and bands” on the wall of the bathroom at the Whisky A Go Go.

Reference Number ARC-0451

Level of description collection

Title Flipside Collection

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The Flip Side Collection consists of ephemera related to Los Angeles’ Flip Side fanzine, including 20 stickers with seven different designs, business cards, a distribution letter and flyer, a Fanzine Nation letter, photocopy of an article by Jeff O’Neill in the Rio Hondo College publication El Paisano entitled “Punk Rock: The Sick Shall Inherit the Earth” from February 24, 1978, and the Summer 2012 issue (#45) of Colorado’s Dagger fanzine that contains an interview with Flip Side staffers Patrick DiPuccio and Holly Hudson [Holly Kowalewski, Holly Cornell]. Also included in the collection is a document created by donor DiPuccio describing the items in the collection at length. The Flip Side Collection provides a business context to the fanzine. Seen in a broader context, the collection highlights the do-it-yourself aesthetic of 1970s punk fanzines and illustrates their evolution into the new millennium.

Curiosity of Pat DiPuccio

This is a picture of Pat or “Pooch” at the Library in front of a giant mural there. Image taken by his wife Ann.

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Library & Archives