The Singing Saints….

Last night I was with Chris Bailey, and it felt like I was in the middle of a whimsical dream. I was loosely following him around, captivated by his charismatic energy. He was on and off stage, seamlessly transitioning from performer to friend. We indulged in delicious food and played light-hearted jokes on people, creating an atmosphere filled with laughter and joy.

One time, in a particularly hilarious moment, I saw him on stage singing with a big red rose wax seal over his mouth and head, reminiscent of the one you use to enclose letters. It struck me as oddly beautiful and absurd at the same time, adding a playful twist to the whole scene.

I remember feeling a rush of excitement as I saw the crowd’s reactions, each one a testament to the fun we were having. It was so much fun to hang with him… or my Animus… that was acting like him to make me happy, a brilliant manifestation of my imagination. The joy we shared that night lingered in the air like a sweet aftertaste, making it a great dream to have, definitely the best I’d experienced in a long time. July 19, 2025

Nov. 29 to April 9 2022… Goodbye….RIP

Chris Bailey is the co-founder and singer of the punk rock band The Saints. He was born in Nanyuki, Kenya in 1959 to Irish parents. Bailey grew up in Belfast, Northern Ireland until the age of seven, when his family immigrated to Australia.

The is just a little tidbit about my all-time favorite punk singer. He has a nasal, deep, crackly voice. His deep Irish voice comes warmly through with his unique singing. A brilliance from my generation that lives today. I don’t believe in heroes, but I can say that this man has inspired me to do things I might not have done. If I could go back in time, I would arrive around the time this underground band The Saints were forming. Australia I would be there! I would try to hang out with them and be friends. Yet, this is just my dream.

I love their music and anyone that knows me knows this, and I am sure gets sick of me saying it. I found out today that one can continue to say things that they like. I can and I will!! I have been guilty of complaining a lot lately. I have been hurt and betrayed in my life, but The Saints have a song for every feeling I have. I can listen to their music and there is Chris Bailey comforting me, enraging me, and inspiring me. I would like to imagine loving me too. He will always be a part of my life. I love him… it is an Irish thing….and an Aussie thing too!

Chris Bailey’s psychic being is still very strong

2025 November The Saints still trembling.

Happy Birthday Mr. Crash

I am not the faithful fan as many seem to be of the Germs or Darby. There are many that knew him better than I did. I rolled in the same wave that moved that early Los Angeles punk scene. He was one of the unique originals, the few Los Angeles punks.

“In the vacuum of outer space particles tend to clump together. We clustered together as young punks and we created a scene that is still amounting to something? We were a forgotten stagnation of youths that yearned for change. We were unhappy with our world and ourselves.”

~ Excerpt from My Punkalullaby by Hudley Flipside

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“You’re not the first you’re not the last, another day another crash.”

I am not going to do a critical documentary and linear history of Darby Crash. My time in the early punk scene is based on blurred colors and images as a Claude Monet painting. My feelings and emotions linger and still wake me up late at night.

I found him shy, troubled, and out of control. The beat of underground music brought us together. I was unaware of any agenda he had, or anyone had for that matter because the lines were fuzzy.

Darby was a baby when he died. My son is his age now. I often think about how young and inexperienced Darby was.

The below image is a shirt that was given to me by my longtime friend Edward Colver the punk rock photographer extraordinaire.

I love the shirt. When I investigate Darby’s face that Ed captured, I see a small degree of the man he was becoming.

It was not the young face that I knew. A face that I took for granted. I thought Darby, the early punk scene, and my youth would last forever but nothing does.

2012: Edward Colver, Thanks for the t-shirt, buddy!

My only regrets are.

I wish I would have given him a little more of my time,

I wish I would have given him more of my clothing when he asked,

I regret laughing when he was drunk, high, and rolling in glass,

I regret this the most.

What a kid,

What a character…

Happy Birthday Darby, RIP.

Approved by the Ghost of Pat Fear…RIP

I told X-8

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Note 2/20/24.

Below are two posts about a leather jacket.

I sold it to a collector. I got a postcard a few years later asking if I wanted it back for a trade. The address was not clear.

I would like it back. I was foolish to sell it. But I was going through a rebellions time against things but now older and wiser I realize I was being foolish.

So, wherever my punk rock jacket is I sure would like to see it again or have it back.

Until we meet again…

The black leather jacket was left behind after one of X-8’s female conquests, left behind in his car. He gave it to me and it fit. As a vegetarian and beertarian my frame was petite. Now the jacket is dry and shrunk and I’m round and plump. I had my son model it.

It was a simple complete-black leather jacket. The Charged GBH logo went on top first thing in the early 1980s. I love this jacket. We were inseparable.

My friendship with X-8 faded and he never knew what became of the jacket. A few years ago X-8 and I rekindled our friendship for a brief time on MySpace.

I told him about the leather jacket and what became of it. He was surprised and seemed interested.

This leather jacket is special to me because X-8 thought of giving it to me, and the girl who left it behind…not a clue?

Leather Jacket bye bye !!

Jenny Lens Punk Photographs

The women of punk rock may have to fight a lot harder to push their way in and Jenny’s photography needs to be proudly displayed in our musical museums as well.

If you are into the creation story of punk rock you have to view these images taken by Jenny Lens. The feeling from her pictures jump out at you and it is all about those crazy wild punks.

This is the root system of the LA punk rock scene and beyond and it’s amazing history. Jenny Len’s images yell out loudly about the history of punk rock and the continuity of a music scene in general.

https://punkpioneers.com/

Discord Punk History…

Every time I get an itching to look at what I have saved from years gone by I am amazed at what I find… funny, I go looking for something and find something else just as rich.

Minor Threat,The Beatles & Straight Edge~Twinkies or potato chips.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian

Hudley Flipside

This is an embellished non-fiction memory. I am always open to comments that differ from my memories. The eighties went by fast and so much happened; besides there were countless bands we dealt with on a constant basis… my mind does play tricks on me.

(Based on my memory…some of it may be embellished by events that are merged together… Fugazi guys…. like Twinkies or potato chips).

“Black, white, green, red, Can I take my friend to bed? Pink, brown, yellow, orange, and blue, I love you.”

Humongous as it was on the wall and in my life.

All this is my way of indirectly sharing currently in this strange Beatles narrative. At the time in the 1980s the Beatles seemed so far away from my lived experience.

Now both Ian and the Beatles seem so far away from my lived experience. I can patronize them both now and so be it. I am older, wiser, and forward moving now… yet I still enjoy their eternally youthful songs, every now and then, and all together now!

When I think about the few times the Minor Threat/ Dischord boys came to visit the Flipside house, I think about how they were, such as the color of Ian’s eyes while waiting in their traveling Van. The waves crashed as we sat there not speaking. Everyone else was surfing and yes, they are a beautiful blue.

The boys wanted to go surfing with Al. I smile at the debates we had over being Straight Edge. Yes, they were Straight Edge, but the van was filled with wrappers from terrible sweets like Twinkies and cans from drinking soda. Salty potato chips too. I was not Straight Edge because I like to drink beer.

I stressed that this did not stop me from my goals or my path but eating sweets and drinking soda would kill me. We debated about crazy stuff like that.

So much time has passed, and memories come and go but what I am sharing today is a funny piece of punk rock history.

I knew that Ian MacKaye liked the Beatles. I sent him some stationery that I made up just for him. I forgot about it. A year or so later he sent me this letter with this check. I kept it all these years in a journal.

I wonder if Dischord Records or Al would mind if I cashed it now?

I wish all of us old punks stood by each other.. sadly this is not always the case..

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Covers from 1979 to 1989 and beyond..

“But the good ole days is through.”

LOS ANGELES FLIPSIDE FANZINE THE NARRATIVE DOCUMENTARY / FILM. EPEISODION ONE, TWO & THREE.

Check out Hudley Flipside’s author page!

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And purchase the real documented history of punk rock Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue Paperback and the side kick My Punkalullaby

A note on Helen Jewel and The Misfits.

PUNK ROCK COLLEAGUE & HISTORIAN AND PROFESSIONAL CONSULTANT

HUDLEY FLIPSIDE

Hudley An Original Fiend Club Member

I wrote this post a few years ago about my youthful rebellion. With much insight and pain, I wrestle with my past now as a senior citizen crone who is also a punk rocker, a curse, I’m sure.

If the Misfits put me on their guest list today, like they once did in the past, I would go no matter where they play. It would be grand. Yet I know this will not happen and I hope the best for all bands that are doing well. So be it.

We went out of control!

Helen Jewel roving reporter for Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

Helen Jewel was a consistent staph worker on Flipside Fanzine during the 1980s. We met her through another friend through Pete Landswick. She lived near uptown Whittier in a second story funky apartment. She drove around in an old primer grey Porsche. She had a distinct style about her that was a bit on the Femme fatale side.

At the time she worked at a local ceramic business and painted ceramic pieces. She was well-educated in the arts and literature and had a wild side. This is why, I guess, she hung out with us.

I remember when I turned her on to The Misfits. We just saw them live and interviewed them for an issue of Flipside to be published. She did not seem impressed at first, even when I told her all about the band. She was not easily impressed by others at all and told me once,

“If someone has the guts to insult me, I know they are my friend!”

The Misfits were going to play the Whisky A Go Go. I almost begged her to go. I told her,

“You just have to see them to believe them.”

She went. I will never forget the Misfits when they hit the stage.

Glen Danzig was between two out-of-sight monsters of testosterone Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein and Jerry Only.

Both with their Devilocks hanging down as far as Helen’s mouth.

There just are no words to describe how much fun these guys are to see live, so I won’t, but we went out of control!

~Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 31 Included in the paperback reprint of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue…

Rock and Roll Punkalullaby

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Happy Birthday Jimi Hendrix

TO Speak…

During the 1980s, the column “Rock & Roll Punkalullaby” in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine inspired my love for writing and creative self-expression, serving as a wild stage that celebrated the rebellious spirit of the original punk rock scene. Each issue brought a distinct perspective on music, culture, and the underground scene, firing my imagination and encouraging me to explore my thoughts more deeply. The raw energy and passion captured in those pages resonated with me, pushing me to not only appreciate the art of writing but also to embrace my individuality and express my unique voice in a world that often-sought conformity. It made me feel bitchin’.

As I immersed myself in the world of fanzines, I began to understand the power of words and the connections they could forge with others who shared my passions. We listened to all kinds of songs from many generations while working on Flipside.

After I left Flipside, I continued to share music with my kids, who then went on their own journeys to discover songs they loved. Hendrix will always be one of our most cherished artists. Driving them to school was where we dabbled in the many songs that became part of our shared soundtrack. Sharing these moments with my children not only strengthened our bond but also allowed me to witness the timeless influence of music across generations.

Looking back, I am grateful for how music and writing have shaped my life and continue to inspire new memories with my family—happy birthday to the spirit of creativity that connects us all.

Rock & Roll Punkalullaby

From Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine 1980 Fanzine column series by Hudley Flipside

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No complaints at Weber’s Place

I was a little reluctant to go to Weber’s Place due to some past troubles with the venue from a few years back. It is a fun nightclub with a full bar. It looked different. The large mirrors ’round the stage were gone and I think some other construction work was done. The bouncers seemed the same and the bartenders are excellent servers as usual. The drinks are not cheep but all in all it was fun. All the bands rocked and it was excellent. Stop Breathing got the room moving even though the crowd was a smaller size. Bad Samaritans are funny and a bit more experienced with the punk rock scene that has continued for the last 30 years. Battalion Of Saints are out of control great and an ace with their mature punk style. Dr Know climbed on to the stage at the peak of the evening and took us all on a wild ride. I was having flash backs from 1980 then to the present. Faces, symbols of bands on clothes, and the movement of the crowd all was so familiar to me. At one point I stood between two big guys that were protecting me from the slam pit cause it got rough as usual. I blissed-out out on the smell of leather and smoke and the sound of the music. After the show the cool feel of sweat renewed me. As if going to a sona at the local Buddhist temple. I felt clean, good and with the people and scene that I respect. No complaints here. In the girls bathroom i had a gulp of Cobra Malt Beer with some youngsters. They were happy to have what they call an “Old School girl” hang with them for a short time, even if it was only for a gulp and a piss. They took a picture. Fun!

http://weberssportsbar.com

A feeling

For me Punk Rock is and was and will always be about how it makes me feel. For me it is not about how you look, not what you collect or who you know. It is about friends that are committed to a way of seeing and feeling life… it will endure as long as it is felt… that wild, focused, rebellious, somethings confrontational and unclassified and as different as the individual.

I just had to say this today…

…as women in the punk scene… …

I find that often men tend to break my pace. They call me names and belittle me…not all of them just a few, yet those same ones are afraid of me, so they only belittle themselves…

Still this song is in the heart of me and “my pace” in life,

Happy summer solstice

Remembering Friends that have passed on..

I would like to believe there is a strong relationship between sleeping time and the hereafter. This is when a dream becomes a waking dream. As when someone who has passed on, remembers your name, and wakes you up to a world that is strange but familiar. Someone walking by sees you and instantly remembers you. This happened last night. This is the second time Dennis Danell has visited me in a dream. I was woken-up in the dream. He saw me as I was driving by and he came close to the car and said, “Hey Holly is that you?” We talked for some time and it felt so good to be near him again. He seemed happy and involved with the life of the dream. Unfortunately later on another friend of his walked into the dream. This changed things and the dream took on darker feelings. Dennis seemed to notice this and politely led me to a door to say goodbye. I reached to give him a hug. I noticed that he had grown. He was now about six-foot four, much taller than the Dizzy I knew. How sweet. It is comforting to know that this place between dreams and the hereafter is a place where friendships live on, it is comforting very comforting!

White Flag Down at The Scotland Yard In Canoga Park

Tuesday at The Scotland Yard Pub there are records turning, live bands, great beer and friends…. just look them up on Facebook and have some fun! Everything is free except the beer and wine but that is nicely priced.