# 20 Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Cover

“I brought everything in the photograph for the photography shoot. The gun Rodger is holding is the same one on the cover of Channel 3’s “Fear Of Life” LP. The legs in the bottom of the frame belong to Laura, Rodger’s girlfriend at the time. I shot the photograph in Lucky’s apartment on Laibee St. & Sunset just a short block east of the Whisky.”

Quote from Rock Photographer Edward Colver
Image for Cover by Edward Colver,
Roger Rogerson – bass (1979–1983; died 1996)

As I look back upon an image, I find that it needs some explaining. This is one of my favorite cover images of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Over the years I have shared this image and remembered about the days when this issue came out. A new and growing punk scene where so many shared. We were all young and running fast to do our thing. Sometimes many of the people who had their work published in Flipside were just beginning. Be it cartoonists, writers, photographers and bands and their labels and scene promoters as well.

This image has a story that needed to be shared from the creator’s mouth. I did get Ed’s permission and it is with boundless joy that another puzzle piece is filled in for me. In the great grand big punk rock puzzle. That often rolls around in my mind.

As a hub we at Flipside made many connections and sometimes credit due was not given. Sometimes a label, promoter, band, or fanzine did not give credit to original source because no one had it. Or stuff got lost in the process.

I am always happy to make a real connection again and share in a good punk rock story once more. A narrative that keeps giving !




Happy Birthday Mr. Crash

Picture by Al Flipside


“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.

“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.”

– My Punkalullaby by Hudley Flipside


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

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.

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



Edward Colver, Thanks for the t-shirt buddy !

~HUD, “A happy lovable dork..”