I don’t like Phones..SO Who THe FUck CARES!!! And the Serial Killer and flat tire…


Yes it is late at night and my car gets a flat tire. So I pull to the side of the freeway and then get out of the car. Then to my surprise a serial killer is waiting to get me. At every car box on the freeway late at night there is a serial killer, waiting. Really, I think I might very well be able to change a flat tire myself. This is the worst scenario of not having a cell phone in case of an emergency. Yet, did you know that one can be traced via their cell phone by the same serial killer? I am not a phone person. I know everyone has one and I use to have one too. Yet, I decided to give it up because of some scientific study that claimed that the vibes has an effect on the bee population in a negative way, So I gave it up. Also, I don’t like talking on the phone . I am not a talker to begin with. I don’t know much about small talk either. I tend to lecture and then I like to listen. I am very receptive to my environment. I find that Facebook is perfect for expressing myself to the world and to my friends. I am there everyday so anyone can reach me there. I have had many people want my number and I always felt guilty. Will I hurt their feelings? They will think I am weird? I like people. Yet, I don’t like talking on the phone. I think that this Borg generation is a bit crazy. I hate taking to people while they are looking at their cell phone too. So I usually get up and stay clear. I am going back to the simple. I like my privacy.. I love it…. I set my personal space and If you want to be my friend you will accept this about me. I am halfwild and half- domesticated.

Where Musicians and Writers Collide: Publicity

I finished my Flipside Punk Rock memoir about two years ago. There are so many books coming out about the punk rock days of the late 70’s and 1980’s. I just feel a bit jaded at this point. All the revival and nasatgial… I got over about three years ago as well. I am still reading books about the subject of writing and publishing. I found a pretty good book called  Booklife  by Jeff Vandermeer. An excellent review of this book is included on the site Where Musicians and Writers Collide: Publicity. So far I find the book interesting. Jeff writes about setting goals and tells writers just to do more writing over all. He writes about the difference between the public life and the private life of a writer.  As we know the public life is a very social one and at times very political. The private life is about the time writers need alone to have the time to actually be creative, and write. For me it is also about how I wish to present my book. I am looking for a good editing program.  It is putting the two elements of a writers time together that makes for a successful writer. So I may still put away this punk book and write another one or two. One  about my days growing up in the San Fernando Valley of California, and another being a murder mystery novel about how a woman tracks down the girls who bullied her in her school days and hides  them in her bomb shelter. The point being Jeff’s book has inspired me and that it always helpful.

Personal space ritualistically


We all have our personal space as invisible auras around us. This can be as we see it. It can be experienced or thought of as consciousness, mental, emotional, sexual or whatever.

Today I had something very uncomfortable happen to me where I felt my personal space being violated. I know that different cultures have different personal spaces. I know that my personal space is there but today I experienced a disruption of it. I was checking out at a store. I noticed a young man come from behind me as my items were being scanned. He had one item. Normally, I would let a rushed person with one item pass ahead. Yet, my items were already being scanned. This young man was standing very close. Then I noticed I became confused in the sense that I could not remember my pin number for my debt card. I could not find my driver’s license to identify myself to the cashier. Then I looked over at this young man and he was very close. Before I signed my name on the computer prompt.

I told the guy to back off and that he was invading my personal space. He laughed at me. I was very serious.

Then he asked me how much. I reached out my arm as far as I could and said a little more than this. I then realized to myself , that this is in fact my own personal space. At first I did not comprehend what was happening, but after a quick association and sensitivity I then realized what was distorting my normal functions as a person within my own personal space. I went into the store with a very open personal space. I will not let that happen again. I want to let people know that to earn entrance into my personal space takes time. Maybe burning a little white sage might be the right way of ritualistically awakening the strength  of ones personal space within an environment that is based on a variable of unknown persons. Maybe eyeballing the environment  is what must be done.

Forgive me for any personal spaces I have violated unawares…

In all regards we need to respect another person’s personal space; realizing that when we find others in this life that bond with us, or let down their personal space for us in a complementary way, that it is a blessing. I do not like it any other way.

Eternally Youthful


When I dress up as a Jester, Holy Fool, or Evil Cenobite. I represent something cosmic in ether and brilliance of humor, contemplation or buffoonery!
I am the evil side of shadowy seduction as the succubus. I love it!
I become youthfully sparkled and my reflection is so.
I say to myself,
“Is that me in the mirror?”
For a short time I wandered into the world of Never-Neverland and my comrade is Peter Pan or Puck from a Midsummer Night’s Dream.
I may walk into the underworld where Pluto escorts me.
I am eternally youthfully and playful,
I love this.
If I could do this as a living and join the circus or a group of wandering bards,
I would!
Yes, I would…
But alas,
I take off my costume of creativity of cosmic proportions,
sliding  into my bed in the wee morning,
I awake to the smell of coffee and…
my mortality!!



Punk Museum with Martin Atkins. This evening was NOT on Valentines Day

Photo By Hudley Flipside

 Welcome to the Music business you’re fucked!

Synchromatic antidotes of his journey reflect what I have been wondering about for some time because they are very much based on synchronicity, music and culture. Yet, this does not surprise me. My antenna is up and I am digging it!!

One from my generation that still projects the rebellious spark and is still affirming it.

It is an adventure to go downtown to help at the Punk Museum at KGB Studios. This evening was on Valentine’s Day, and I was thrilled to listen to Martin Atkins, English drummer and Professor, speak about his life. Considered for his post-punk drumming experience with Public Image he has a lot more experiences to inform us on.

His concepts and theories about punk rock are quite amusing and intellectually satisfying. His gentle ways mixed with the word “Fuck” are nice touches amongst his many stories.

If you happen to take his picture, he has his stanch look down hard, which is bent over with an upturned glare as you can see.

This is the look of confrontation and knowing which reveals a lot about his character and reflects what the hell he is all about. I did not feel any pretentious qualities in his presence. He was easy, accessible, and most likely a very excellent teacher. It inspires me to meet up with such a man as he, one from my generation that still projects the rebellious spark and is still affirming it. People talk about 2012 being the end of the world; instead, I feel it is a time where many will go back to more Intimate relationships and basic communications. Tonight, is an example of this and I was glad to be part of it.


Be More than a Witness…”do it yourself” First Post …now ten years later… yak, yak yak…

Learning while doing  is the process of achieving some strange goal. That is what I am going to start covering in my BLOG… and other stuff too… I am going back to the basics…quality over quantity…

JF 001Oldest son…. watercolor by Holly

OK here I go to yak, yak, yak.. and I like to… I just started this and here I go..  When I started working on Flipside Fanzine in the late 1970s the term “Be More Than A Witness” was a very serious motivation behind the scene of a fanzine. Yes there was the ideas of anarchy but what I feel really highlights this period of  punk, what really was happening.., was something very productive not destructive. There of course were the fanzines, but most importantly there were the record labels, and  the fans who were all supporting the bands. We all had a close symbolic relationship. Even to this day some 30 years later there is a strange kind of knowing bond between us. If anything has survived besides the music from that early punk period it is this. Getting involved in doing something. Now you can have your podcast, A Punk Rock Museum, play your music at the local pub, or maybe sell your art at the local community store. This is all going on now and lots of it. I know about DIY.

“do it yourself”