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 !!”
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
In the heat of the summer
better call out a plumber
turn on the steam pipe
cool me off
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!
MAN AND MACHINE b/w PEACE THRU’ POWER
GROUPS FIRST RECORDING SESSION spring 1982
(Ron Emory and Mike Roche knew who they were )
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 Vinyl as 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.
Poo Poo Pee DOO FOR NOSTAGIA!!
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??
Al, Hud and Dee
https://www.facebook.com/hilda.unapproved
While going through some pictures on a PhotoBucket account I found a picture that I thought was lost. It is of Flipside Fanzine staph writers Dee (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!!
This song is for you!! Remember The Buzzcocks late 1970s in Los Angeles? I do too!!!
Aug 2013
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!!
This was so cute. I found it while looking through back issues researching for something else,
I am glad to see it again. I loved all the little images and ideas that fans of the punk scene sent us.
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.
Flipside Fanzine # 27
Cover 45 Grave Image by ROBERT HILL
Dave Damage & Pete and a couple of gals…1980s..Ironic you think?
He had the bluest eyes of a borderline serial killer,
He could memorize lyrics live,
Reciting them back after the show,
He also told me,
“Did you ever notice that you could carry a woman with your fingers like a six-pack of beer?”
David wrote reviews for Flipside Fanzine in the early 80s,
He followed Helen Jewel to us,
We had fun…
Beers, jokes and solving puzzles from beer caps.
He then called us and came by excessively,
Becoming critical and argumentative,
While insulting our friends.
Once he called at 8 pm,
I pulled the phone plug,
We got back at 2 am,
I put the phone plug back in,
He was still calling us,
ring ring, ring ring….
Then there was the dog we buried near
the Whittier dam on the Rio Honda River,
Helen, Al, and me…
Dave hung the long white hair mutt on our front porch,
A poor dog he just got from the animal shelter.
A few years raced by…
We never saw him.
The only person to see him was a friend Mr. Joe Hudson,
He saw him downtown at a horror film festival…
One day our friends Paul and Kori
Found an article in their local paper
Dave was a serial killer…
Caught in a love triangle,
He killed two women,
With a gun,
And rolled their bodies in two separate carpets,
And left them at the Beach,
He is serving two life sentences…
An average person with average talents and ambition and
average education, can outstrip the most brilliant genius in our society,
if that person has clear, focused goals. ~ Mary Kay Ash
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.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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 !!
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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.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
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.
I LOVE YOU
A little punk rock serendipity
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!
Frank Lopez and Demi Lishen-Girl
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
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!
