Wild In The Streets Limited Edition on Colored Vinyl
In the heat of the summer better call out a plumber turn on the steam pipe cool me off
Limited Edition on Colored Vinyl Spring 1980
Produced by Robbie Fields Mastered by Richard Simpson
It is the last day of August 2013 and the weather is unbearable humid and hot. Yet here in California I don’t need to remind you of this. It sucks…nor do I need to remind you of the lyrics to this 45 by the infamous California punk band the Circle Jerks. I say bad is good in their case. This is the Circle Jerks first recording session in the Spring of 1980. It is nice to have this 45. It is like having a treasure but really the treasure was living it years ago and its memory still shines in my heart… beat, beat beat…WILD!!!
wild,wild,wild,wild, wild running, running wild Mrs. America, how’s your favorite son? do you care just what he’s done? no!
“Posh and Jack both say: Please don’t drink and drive!
Limited Edition On Colored Vinyl
Knowing that True Sounds of Liberty or T.S.O.L. are in Europe having fun NOW…makes it all seem worth while. Jack Grisham has come out with a few books as well. These guys went through many changes through the years…some good and some bad. Regardless time shows no mercy.
Here is another Limited Edition on Colored Vinylas the kids that they once were. Mr. Posh Boy gave them the push they needed and so this is a little bit of THEIR special PUNK ROCK history.
1980 Posh Boy Records Limited Edition on Colored Vinyl AMOEBA ADOLESCENTS
Lead singer for the punk rock band the Adolescents Tony Reflex
Posh Boy left this for me. I never was much of a record collector. Back them they collected around us getting higher and higher as the years went by. So in our houses made of vinyl it got kind of tight.
So many records reviews to do. So many bands wanting their promotional push. It is the same old story of kids, record labels and promoters. No matter the band the story is always an interesting one.
I really don’t know what to do with this 45 now. It sits in a dark closet awaiting some eve of destruction… who knows??
If I never said thank you, I am saying it now, thank you!!
While going through some pictures on a PhotoBucket account I found a picture that I thought was lost. It is of Flipside Fanzine staph writersDee (RIP) and Hilda. These punk chicks were the heart of the scene. They loved it, loved the music, and knew all the key players.
They were not rude or nasty like some of the other punk women; they were friendly and part of my female initiation into an underground music scene.
If I never said thank you, I’m saying it now, thank you!!
Today I’m including this picture in my ongoing article about those who worked on Flipside Fanzine. We had a great time!!
I have learned one thing. As Woody says, “Showing up is 80 percent of life.” Sometimes it’s easier to hide home in bed. I have done both.
– Woody Allen
Shyane at 12…
As the Punk Rock Nostalgia was hitting hard back in 2013
I saw the invites to this event and they stirred me up. I ignored it. Then my brother asked if I was going. It stirred me up again. I love Griffith Park, yet I was in a lazy mood. With conflict and debate the kid and I decided to see what was up. We printed the directions to the event and then we were off. Son is my car-copilot, so he had to tell me where to go…ah how to get there.
I asked,
“You sure we don’t get on the 134 east to get to the 5?”
“No just go straight on the 101 until you get to Los Feliz exit!”
We ended up turning around near the Hollywood Bowl back on to the 101 heading towards the 134.
“Mom, you have gone too far we are already past the Bob Hope Airport.”
I knew what was going on but I wanted him to get an idea and learn ‘the dance of the 134, 5 and 101.’ Once we worked it out, he knew where he goofed up and that we were now heading in the right direction and soon turning off towards Crystal Springs Griffith Park.
We found the place where the event was. I saw Ed Colver, who was the tallest one there. So, we set up our chairs at a distance and enjoyed our subway sandwiches. I was feeling the vibe. Getting an outside view and enjoying the park and my kid.
He was eating and looking at the little pedal chopper bikes that some kids were riding. So, we took a spin on a couple and had a hell of a time for an hour. I had so much fun. Do not think we laughed like that in a long time.
I realized, as I walked closer into the crowd of punkers, what was pulling them together was not the sound of loud music. It was a buzz like bees around honey, friendship.
“Ok, I am ready to move in.”
“You don’t have to Mom.”
What used to draw me to these rebels like a moth to a flame was the sound of loud music. I was not picking up any on my antennas and they were up. We moved on like it was the most natural thing to do. Colored hair, tattoos, and life was there.
A lot of happy faces and talking all-round made it a good place to be. It was darn good to talk with some of my ol’punk friends and say hi to friends. I then got a couple looks from son and we were off.
He keeps me balanced. One foot in the music scene and one in a mama / kid’s world. I like it that way. I am happy we went. It seems like it was an extraordinarily successful event!!
Life and GBH by Ross Lomas and Steve Pottinger. One of my most popular posts in ten years…
Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
This is an edited edition of this review originally included in NEW WAVE CHICKEN Fanzine Volume 6.
I always knew that it was blind ambition, intuition and lack of experience which brought all of us punk rockers together. A magical musical continuity of anger and emotional explosions!
Ross early 1980s at the Tropicana Hollywood !! Photo by Al Flipside
Ross at the Recent Theater Los Angeles
Oct 17, 2025
The guys from my youthful punk days are always with me, lingering in the recesses of my memories like a well-worn record that never gets old. They have made such an indelible impression on my life, shaping not just my musical tastes but my entire outlook on creativity and rebellion. At the time, I had something to offer them too; I was not just a passive observer but an active participant in a vibrant subculture.
A Fanzine was a way to meet the bands, offering a direct line between the musicians and their dedicated followers, and it served as a powerful conduit for expression. It was a way for punkers to promote their bands and communicate with their fans, sharing raw thoughts and feelings in a world that often felt closed off from genuine connection.
As a punk journalist, I had a lot to offer these youthful punks, diving deep into their stories, amplifying their voices, and celebrating the spirit of DIY ethics that defined our scene, creating a textile of shared experiences that would vibrate long into the future.
I loved every second and I took their attention to heart. A “wildfire” of creativity, freedom, and rebellion. In the 1980s it was a tight scene backstage. I became intimate with many of the players. This is the world in which I met Ross.
It was some 20 years later, around 2004, a lot of my punk memories came back to me. In the 1990s I suppressed these memories, due to having babies and going back to university. My blood resurrected these memories in powerful dreams and walking reflections of regret.
At that time, I had a recurring dream about GBH touring in Kansas City. This Birmingham UK band has traveled throughout the United States more than most US Citizens.
Anyway, in my dream they get pulled into danger by a tornado. Yet regardless they play the large auditorium show filled with punks. When I heard the song Stormchaser on their Punk Junkies CD, I was excited to hear it because the song now heightens my dream.
I was also thrilled and proud to find out that Ross was coming out with a book. After 2009 a punk rock nostalgia exploded in the world. Ross’s book was just at the beginning of this strange nostalgia. I ordered the book internationally and it was at the house within the week.
I love the honesty of Ross’s memoir. He outlines the early punk scene to the present time, and he correlates this to his life. Ross does not shy away from anything; the heights of joy to the depth of depression; as it was for many of us punks, it was a matter of the right ‘time and place’ for falling into the punk scene. The same goes for Ross getting into a band like GBH. It’s all about a bass guitar and a young punk.
“…It’s a difficult balance, seeming keen without looking desperate. Reminding people, you’re there without getting on their tits. And I guess I must have got it about right, because after a few months, when Sean left, Jock phoned me up and asked me if I fancied joining the band. You up for that, Ross? They needed a new bassist…”
~ Pg. 48
Innocence resonates throughout Ross’s book. From his years as British youth to years later finding love in Hawaii. Ross echoes his mistakes, and regrets. He also tells the story of integrity as a punk with a solid underground identity. I surprisingly read that (Charged) GBH shunned MTV because they would not kiss ass; and ignored Metallica because they were heavy metal long hairs.
As any acid trip, Ross had one that defines the bravery of a generation. A creative, awake and musically inspired underground generation!
“… This went on for hours. More and more of the same. It was incredibly intense. God and Jimi and Anne Carpenter and the devil and the fucking taxi driver, fighting over my soul right up to the point I passed out in exhaustion…’
~ Pg. 121
City Baby, from Highgate to Hawaii…life and GBH. has had reprints since 2013. A popular book that is a hell of a lot of fun to read too. The book is becoming a punk classic and is as unique as Ross. I vote for him, the ambassador of PUNK ROCK!
“…rushing for a pint of Guinness, and even then, they don’t really seem to help. This is just a flesh wound. And it’s on my picking hand, which somehow has two working fingers, which means I can play bass. So, no. I won’t go to hospital. I’ll play punk instead.”
~ Pg. 240
GBH Interview from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Issue # 50, pictures by “O” RIP.
Images: Reprint of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary issue (Replica) Paperback, The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing / Hudley Flipside
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Hudley Flipside
1979
“They are largely staphylococci (Staph) and are to be found for the most part in hospital wards and clinics, where they cause considerable trouble”
The staph on Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine issue 16 are Al, Jill Masters, Paul Problem, Nate, X-8, Pete Landswick, John Angola, Hud, Gerber, Gerald, and Dee & Hilda. This was the first issue where I was included as someone who caused considerable trouble.
I awoke this morning thinking about an advertisement for the Plugz that (brother) Gus and I did in this particular issue. He did not get credit on staph, but he signed the contribution on the image as Caz 79. Working on this issue was a great adventure and all the characters that were called staph were unique and inviting in so many ways.
I was the model in this advertisement. What I love most about this issue is the map illustrated by Dee & Hilda. It is great to sit back and reflect upon it …. a time so long ago.
It still Electrifies Me !!
(Look for a band and a place… it is fun to see what was really going on then!)
This is a very accurate map of our city-by Dee, Hilda, Al and Holly aka HUD.
LAS PLOGAS “The Plugs” Taken from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue (replica) Paperback
I found this here picture and I thought it might ring a bell for one of you punk rock nostalgists !! It was under a pile of pictures like I said. I just darn forgot the longitude and latitude.
I shall keep moving forward no matter what the gossip, criticism or silence…
The above image is of a written interview I did some years ago with Coagula Art Journal. I am a resurrected personality from days gone by. I felt the need to remember those days and share them. So, I went to places where I use to express myself, which are… fanzines. Mat Gleason, the creator of Coagula Art Journal, is an old-time buddy of mine. He promotes and educates his community about art, which is beyond my expertise.
Yet, Mat was willing to humor me by publishing this little introduction of my dream to awaken people to the long-lost days of late 70s and the 80s punk rock culture. Hark Hark… wait a minute. As the ghostly fog cleared over the next few years, I witnessed that the world remembers. Punk nostalgia has since overwhelmed me, as the old days used to. My goal was to remember, write and express myself. Yes, this is achieved!!!
In “Hudley Flipside’s Public Image,” located here on my WordPress site, I show the journey I have taken to get the word out. I have been interviewed by individuals that I respect, and to my amazement, respect me back: enough to interview me about my days as a co-editor and publisher of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.
As an introverted Gemini I then made my connection with MySpace, Facebook and other online business and social networks. Anytime I feel myself ‘sinking in the quicksand’ of another person’s manipulation or control: working for them over working for myself. I pull myself away. I have painfully earned my individuation and need to vibrate this to the world on my own terms. I am gentle too!!
My goal is to create a place to publish what I wish to share.
I’m thrilled finding WordPress and to see the vast ocean of others who are doing the same thing as I which is writing and sharing their stories!!
“This is it” I thought.
It has been over a year now.
I am creating a wonderful promotional page on WordPress. I share my stories by writing about what interests me. Quality over quantity is my ambition. I still have many goals… but I am on the right independent path. I shall keep moving forward no matter what gossip, criticism, or silence…
The Seminary of Praying Mantis is my achieved goal. It is natural for a crone woman to sit back, reflect and remember and tell her tales and adventures… there are always a couple of people interested… or maybe just my cats, or the muses that echo back on this oracle called computer.
Helen Jewel roving reporter for Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.
Image taken before a Halloween Party in the middle of the 1980s. Her costume, Helen as her mother.
“Tell your friends everything. Give away your secrets.
Be wise as serpents and gentle as doves.”
~Allen Ginsberg
“Him all wait for, him all yield up to, his word is decisive and final, him they accept, in him lave, in him perceive themselves as amid light, Him they immerse, and he immerses them.
Beautiful women, the haughtiest nations, laws, the landscape, people, animals, the profound earth and its attributes and unquiet ocean, (so tell I my morning’s romanza.) All enjoyments and properties and money, and whatever money will buy, the best farms, others toiling, and planting and he unavoidably reaps, the noblest and costliest cities, others grading and building, and he domiciles there…”
~ Song of the Answerer by Walt Whitman from Leaves of Grass
Helen was our roving reporter for Flipside Fanzine. She has an amazing character that challenges me to this day! She grew up in Fullerton California and later ended up living in Whittier. She came from the kind of family that sat around the dinner table and talked. Her mother and father expected the children to give a speech about their day. Helen’s father might ask her sternly,
“What did you learn today?”
The words of Walt Whitman, Allen Ginsberg, and Jack Kerouac inspired her life as a teenager. Helen was a few years older than the average punk during the 1980s punk scene. When she asked us to include this interview with Allen Ginsberg, we teased her. It is a good thing she persisted. Helen weaved together important elements in her short interview with Allen Ginsberg with what was happening at that time in punk rock history. It is an excellent read.
One can study the history and literary accomplishments of Whitman, Ginsberg, and Kerouac but it is the link, the alignment, the spiritual rebellious thread that pulls me always!
Thank you Helen!!
“Punk shows suffering, so it acknowledges the real”
Flipside Fanzine 36 Allen Ginsberg
“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”
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Hudley Flipside.
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The Three O’ Clock are playing at the Glass House tonight in Pomona CA. which is more than an hour and 7 minutes from where I live, but with traffic much more on the way there. This means if I want to drink some beer that is a hell of a risk that I would be taking on the way back, late in the wee hours of morn.
Ya, when I was a youngster nothing would stop me from seeing my favorite bands. Critical thinking has really ruined my fun life. I feel blessed that I saw this band many times in my youth. They are a unique band who are now associated with the Paisley Underground; but they got their momentum from the early Los Angeles underground punk rock scene. We loved them. Their music dazzled us.
They once called themselves the Salvation Army.
As the story goes, I was very nasty to them when they changed their name. I apologize now with all my heart… also about the religious candle too with Jesus on it. I made fun of it at Mr. Ricky Start aka Michael Quercio parents’ home.
I am sorry. The Bangs (Bangles) and The Salvation Army rained hard on the Los Angeles punk rock scene in the early 80s. It was always changing, a penumbra of style and ideologies. We were all growing up together.
This is when I learned that just because you loved a band, supported a band and offered them free promotion did not mean you had any rights to how they saw life.
I found out the hard way. A band could drop you like a hot potato. Some did…but there were always other bands coming along that needed some help.
Thanks goes to Christina Zamora for the psychedelic pictures taken at the Glass House
I’ve included an interview from Flipside Fanzine with The Three O’ Clock from their earlier years as Salvation Army. What they had to say is remarkably interesting too. Also, I am sharing a little psychedelic weirdness with you the reader. Salvation Army is on the cover of this issue.
The advertisement on the back cover of Flipside 30 is Shattered Faith.
Yes, both bands are playing on the same night which is kind of interestingly out there. Shattered Faith is playing at The Redwood Bar & Grill.
This does sting my heart a bit because you cannot be two places at the same time. The addiction to see bands, support them and know them personally…has somewhat passed. Yet, it is comforting to know both bands are still out there doing their thing and having fun.
(There are many Stories from the BIG PUNK ROCK this in just one of them…~Hudley )
It was a wonderful time… I miss it. Like anytime there are endless stories to be shared. Below is an older review, I retrieved for Jimmy Pursey’s birthday. The small clubs, pubs, and dark corners or up-front-and-personal. I don’t think I will be coming out of my cave anytime soon. I will be doing some writing about this special time. Be safe.
Ingenue
“You don’t have to tell me That the thing’s I do are wrong But everything I do in life Is with us right or wrong Now I think I understand How to have some fun”
Sham 69- Hurry Up Harry
The Static Age brings us another fun show at the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park. I could not refuse this free show in my backyard with the Smears (UK), Plexikill, Ingenue and Government Trap.
I missed Government Trap but did see their flyers everywhere. Some of us made little paper airplanes with them. Flying promotional airplanes.
Ingenue is an all-girl band that has a certain kind of sound that I want to get lost in. That is what I look for in a band. That place where I get so lost in the sound that I forget myself. They also got to that point as well where they let go. That place where the line between band and audience fades away. Nice Bass sound and wildly played!!
Plexikill is a powerful band. Nice style with an impressive drummer. She had both feet going even if her left foot only seemed like it was vibrating up and down, cool…great sound!
Then came the headlining band from the UK… The SMEARS. The lead singer Em reminded me of actress Rosalind Russell. They have a heavy musical current to their music. They played a few songs but not enough. It was like not having enough cake…or skimping on the hors d’oeuvre.
A tease.
I laughed when someone from the audience gave them shots of saké, the singer said,
“Is this semen?”
Below are pictures from a night at the local pub… We’re going down the pub …
My wish is to re-publish this issue as a musical historical document of early Punk Rock…for current and future generations. It was so much work. We did it all with our commodore computer 128..Makes me proud !!
Livin’ in a world insane They cut out some heart and some brain Been filling it up with dirt Yeah, baby, don’t know how it hurts
Most of my friends know the story but in case you don’t… here it is… I like this band because this LP is the first one that I purchased as a baby punker; the first vinyl that I listened to as I was being slowly brainwashed by the ideals of that nasty punk rock.
I purchased it at a thrift store on Sherman Way and Owensmouth in Canoga Park in the San Fernando Valley, CA. 1978.
(I’m) Stranded is the debut album by Australian punk rock group The Saints which was released by EMI on 21 February 1977.
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Hudley Flipside
I turned the exposure to “out of control light maxed out” on my little Sony camera and had some fun… enjoyed all the bands this evening but my focus was on the Middle Class.
A sacred punker evening!!
Whenever I happen to drive by the Whisky a Go Go I often flash back to the golden days of my youthful rebellion. It was hanging under the marquee that I first met Mike Atta. Like many personalities and images that come forth, Mike’s is a pronounced one that echoes loudly in my memories of that extraordinary time.
~ Hudley Flipside, My PUNKALULLABY. The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing
It became a routine to go to the liquor Store on Topanga & Dumetz, in Woodland Hills in the San Fernando Valley, before driving out to the Whisky A Go Go on Sunset: I bought a large glass Dr. Pepper to drink on the drive through the canyon. The tall thin glass of cold soda was the best thing in the world.
This was the beginning of my days in the Los Angeles punk scene. I gravitated towards the band the Middle Class. I remember the boys of the band.
Impressions of running around, laughing, and talking while I was being inspired by the style and personalities of the boys in this band. The Atta boys and Mike Patton on bass is how I remembered them. They were my early comrades and contain the feelings of that time in my life of youthful enthusiasm and wild adventures on the streets.
We all filled our bellies full of beer and into the Whisky we would run as we then went wild to the sounds of the Middle Class. To recall these memories sends chills up my spine. “I love these guys.” They were such a big part of my life.
Photo tagging due to some people who like to take images and claim them as there own… it is annoyingly clear.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
I cannot believe it was that long ago 12/9/2012.
The author reflects on their long-standing enthusiasm for these bands originally mentioning their engagement with them since the early 1980s.
They note a personal milestone, highlighting that their youngest son, who was 12 at the time, is now graduating college with a BA in Geophysics and beginning his career in that field.
This was a fun year to see bands before the festivals hit the scene or covid-19 for that matter. The Punk nostalgia was hitting hard and many of the players shook the dust and cobwebs from their instruments and started playing again.
Love Canal
Holding his hand up and using his finger to make a circular movement Kerry said,
“Remember to go in the opposite direction of the slam pit.”
My young son did not understand his sense of punk humor & doom. I laughed.
~ Kerry singer Love Canal
Bob Gnarly and I / Love Canal
The Canyon Club in Agoura California has been around for ages. Last night was my first time there. It is a large club that offers fine dining; at least the prices are fine prices. If you want some drinks before the show, I suggest somewhere else nearby.
Carpet floors, large booths, lots of comfortable chairs and a large funky chair made the place seem like something out of Alice in Wonderland; or we were in the I Dream of a Jeanie Bottle. Large Buddhas and Ganesha the elephant of success added a disjointed décor feeling to the atmosphere: along with a current Christmas theme of snowmen and ceiling stars.
The last time I saw Tony and Steve together!
The Adolescents, we were all hanging together… we stood there, the only difference is my adolescent son was hanging with us too.
Last time I got to see Steve Soto live. RIP
Love Canal, The Gears, TSOL and Adolescents were primed, mutable and youthfully transformed on stage with a massive loud sound system to carry their music to the full crowd of fans.
We sang along to Love Canal. The Gears warmed us up with their familiar continuity of original punk music. TSOL drove the fans wild as Jack talked his dirty talk and The Adolescents came on us like a fire truck’s alarm.
“So, mom what is this thing you call a slam pit?”
“Wait and see.”
My youngest son has been to a few punk shows. He never seemed to focus on the weird folk dancers. This time he was on a mission and as he got closer and closer to the pit, he said this,
“Ok, I am going to the bathroom, but when I get out, I am going in.”
He was talking about the pit and before he knew if three big guys told him,
“Son if you want to go in, we have your back… we will watch out for you.”
So as if catching a wave, he went in and initiated himself into the world of punk… to the live sound of the True Sounds of Liberty.
Thirty years ago, the punk scene did not have the diversity in ages as it does today; guys now seemed thrilled to share their love of the pit to a youngster. I was impressed.
“Ya know, when I was his age my three brothers and I would sneak out the window at night and go to punk shows. Sorry to tell you I was drinking my first beers in alleys before a show when I was twelve.”
My ears were filled with stories that night as I watched my son learn the moves of this wild folksy dance of the fans of punk rock music. I felt humbled, proud, and part of something that I loved too.
Some boys get initiated into adulthood at their Bar Mitzvah… my son’s onset to puberty seemed to be achieved by having the guts to walk into the pit.
As I held my hand to my heart, the drumbeat moved me as I was thinking,
“Now that is the right chord!”
“But drumbeats do not have chords?”
Overall, a great place to see bands. clean restrooms!
The anti-barbarian intellectual will be an artist…for only the poet, the painter and the musician know how to name evil and fish for its bloody pearls. ~ Bernard Levy, Barbarism with a Human Face.
At Mr T’s Bowl with Shane (RIP), Hudley and Falling James a few years ago. Picture by Bob Cantu
I have had the privilege of collaborating with some amazing individuals in my time. Believe it or not real rebels. I have chosen three individuals to light a candle for the Day of The Dead.
The first candle to be lit is for my mom. She was a creative individual who did not fit the normal mother mold. She was an excellent cook. She was highly creative with her hands. She nurtured her children’s wild and creative side. Her skill as a mother is what made her unique and beautiful.
The second candle to be lit is for Darby Crash. He represents the real wild side of individuation. He is the building block for so many in the underground music scene today.
The last candle to be lit will be for Shane Williams, also known as the Rock & Roll bank robber. His expertise was as a music critic. Shane was a talented writer; He had the big ear for Rock & Roll.
The letter included in this post was originally published in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine number 36, known as the Vandals issue (cover picture by Ed Colver).
This is the first letter Flipside received from Shane. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship that lasted for over thirty years.
RIP Shane Williams
Celebrating a Flipside reunion a few years back. Photo by Bob Cantu
