Fanzines that caught my eyeball, just call me the old bitch punk having some good times.

Or is it the old punk bitch ? I forgot how Jan said it ? Ha ha !

“… after you put this down, in the darker times, the deeper times, when you are looking up our of a hole that you feel like you’ve dug yourself into and can’t get our of, the connections that you’ve made from music, art, community and the people who have grown to become your family are all in there with you, because there will be lonely times, times of betrayal and doubt and unimagined anguish, but in twelve to twenty-four hours with the help of all the work that you’ve done the worst of it will have passed.”

~ “Three or Four Times a Month, Part III” By Daryl Gussin. The Forgotten Edge. May 2024 and September 2024. Booklet printed at Razorcake. darygussin.com

Naturally, many of us leaned against the wall while before us were fanzine people. It was crowded, and the vibe was filled with curiosity and wonder to find something to catch your eye. I call it synchronicity walking that what you find is meant for you.

I also achieved my goal of bartering my little bubblegum cartoon / fanzine with other fanzine people. A couple of things I put money forth. The pretentious attitude was not there, that is the best part and merging with mostly a younger generation who thought fanzines like this started with the Gen-X generation,

In line I said,

“It started a lot earlier than that.”

The young man smiled at me seeing my age and he received my high five with a loud slapping sound. Oh, I love doing that.

John and Jan and time for coffee

I was forced to come to this event by a fanatical fanzine person and his friend. Trust Fanzine and Razorcake. Jan Rohlk and Daryl Gussin were table sitting for fanatical music fanzines.

Sample fanzine one. Three or Four Times a Month, Part III” By Daryl Gussin. The Forgotten Edge. May 2024 and September 2024. Booklet printed at Razorcake. darygussin.com

After the free event outside the Broad my John and I walked around under the hotels, apartments hid within the Los Angeles City Hall and court buildings.

We ended up at The Redwood Bar & Grill. For a beer and a band. No band but to our surprise we again found Jan and Daryl doing something on stage. A performance of some sort? I punk rock charged them and then we went back to the bar for beer and some food.

Sample fanzines two IG:@mdzine89

The bar was easy and exceptionally low key. Next to us was a man giving toasts and told us about a certain word in Spanish.

“Do you know what SOCKS means in Spanish?”

“Tell us.” We all said.

Socks like ‘eso sí que es’ in Spanish which means ‘that’s the way it is.”

We enjoyed this and glad I remembered it here.

Sample fanzine three

This gentle man turned out to be a retired firefighter. We talked about the latest fires in Los Angeles. I was amazed by how he defined why the current fires happened. It was parallel to my campaign and his expertise. My “Mandatory Stop building in the San Fernando Valley,’’ is so right on and yes, he agreed with it and told me to keep up the decent work.

He knows that fires are part of an effect of bad or corrupted city and county planning. He affirmed,

“Who do you think is giving out these permits?!”

They are all taking money as they talk… in their back pockets. We have agreed that building big apartments right on the freeway and building big homes and massive apartments in fire prone areas is a sin.

This gentleman affirms my theory with experience and firsthand knowledge.

Sample fanzines four Rimona Eskayo Artist . workers

Driving the freeway from the San Fernando Valley to downtown Los Angeles is not one of my favorite things to do, we had no choice.

I am very happy we followed the night through realizing something. Always keep that meeting with a real friend! Who is more of a music fanatic than you! It is well worth it.

Jan and Hud

https://www.lazinefest.com

My campaign needs your support…

Big ugly monsters are taking over the San Fernando Valley.

A Daily “Fuck” Gazette To Jeff “THE WEASEL” Sessions and To Donald “JACKASS” Trump…

A dream…. of whirling triangles…

To Jeff “THE WEASEL” Sessions and To Donald “JACKASS” Trump…

I had a dream…. last night … or was it a vision….?!

As told to us by Mr. Shit~ anarchist, atheist with a loving good conscience and beyond….

Mr. Shit woke up this morning with something on his mind. For an old punk with dementia he can be as sharp as a dull knife. He talked about whirling triangles that spoke of “…four combinations of wisdom,” and he talked about how he was part of the fifth part of the whirling triangle equation. “Me, Juno the Asteroid Goddess and the naked Grace AGLAEA.” He told us that it was a puzzle to him and as symbolic as hell or heaven… yet seemed as real as could be!

He told us about the strange dream. He also told us how he was born. He yelled that he remembered his story and yelled this, “He was born from a woman, in an alley, on a bus crossing a border.” This came to his mind because in his vision / dream AGLAEA told Mr. Shit that, “I (she) was born from the thought of Apollo the Hermaphrodite!” Mr. Shit also told us that Juno said she was born from chaos. Singing that, “She stands up for Women’s rights!”

Mr. Shit told us that in his dream he was in an alley. He walked up to a trash can. He saw many things there, yet a couple of books were glowing. He opened one of the books and he read…

“Visit orphans and widows in their distress~ James 1:27” and again flipped through the book and read, “Thus says the Lord: Do Justice and righteousness and deliver from the hand of the oppressor him who has been robbed. And do no wrong or violence to the resident alien, the fatherless, and the widow, nor shed innocent blood in their place.” ~ Jeremiah 22:3

He flipped through another book. He read an outlined quote.

“Have you considered him who calls the judgment a lie? That is the one who treats the orphan with harshness, And does not urge (others) to feed the poor. ~ (107:1-3) Holy Our ‘an.

In his dream he fell back and one of the books fell with him because the whirling triangles moved about him. He was dizzy with wonder. Yet a strength held him up with two large green rough legs. Like claws from another mother. She told Mr. Shit about the exodus of all people, animals, and creatures of the earth… and beyond. This is a mantra that we need all remember.

“You shall not wrong a stranger or oppress him, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.” ~ Exodus 22:23

Silence moved upon us all as we sipped our cold ice-teas. We will focus on the quotes from those books from the trash can! For coming upon us are days of justice and good conscience.

Mr. Shit drank lots of ice coffee. He told us that going back to sleep was not an option!

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. Two , Number 2. grandiose sense.

“World history occupied a higher ground than one on which morality has properly its position, which is personal character and conscience of individuals. Moral claims which are irrelevant must not be brought into collision with world-historic deeds and their accomplishment. The litany of private virtues-modesty, humility, philanthropy and forbearance-must not be raised against them” ~ Hegel

“Hegel’s idea that such heroes were completely justified in crushing to pieces everything in their path which might stop them from fulfilling their great destiny, appealed enormously to the grandiose sense of mission in Hitler’s breast” ~ Trevor Ravenscropt

Publications for reading pleasure…

Solar eclipse of August 21, 2017 Celebration

I hope you enjoy the coming eclipse. If you are already there or travel the journey to get there…If you need some reading material while waiting or after it is over and back to normal life… here is my stuff for your reading pleasure….

here is some eclipse music….

My Stuff….

http://www.eclipse2017.org/

A Flopside Comic meditation of the absurd?

He opened the door to the “theater of the absurd!”

Times when creative inspiration filled his veins with contradictions of contrition; terror and bliss, hate and love, mediocrity and profoundness! Today, he is outside the door wondering,

“… do I have the will to go through that door again ?”

A Flopside Comic meditation of the Absurd ???

Mr. Fuck’s Theme SOng….

Mr. Fuck roars out his name.

New Wave Chicken ‘Zine

I learned the advantage of being a four-legged chicken and I also learned to appreciate the New Wave phenomenon for what it achieved. Also I was enlightened over the meaning and sound of “New Wave’s Secret Percussive Weapon.”

New Wave Chicken is an interesting Fanzine about chickens, music, and memories. It also contains current events such as the Skate-Til-U-Die event from Richmond, Ca to San José~ 2016 May 14th, 15th, and 16th.

In this ‘Zine several writers share their memories of precise moments in their lives when music changed everything. New Wave music in particular.

I read New Wave Chicken fast. It went down greedily and passionately. I wanted to spend my time with this new fanzine friend. It pushes you to an Altered state of consciousness which fanzines should do.

Steve Hart is the publicist of New Wave Chicken, and he is coming out with another soon. He asked me to author a story in his ‘zine and of course I did. We go way back as friends from the 1980’s punk scene when fanzines linked a music scene and friends together.

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Big Boots and Dancing, and reading the book Generation X while trying to find Prince Buster’s 45s. RIP Terry Hall

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

X-8, HUD and AL 1979 San Fransisco
In this picture X-8 represents the original punks of Los Angeles. Who were creative, loud and in your face! 1977-79.

Pete woke up on the Chinese New Year looking out of the hotel room window while a chicken’s head was chopped off. Right across the street at a restaurant café.

Big boots and dancing…it be a trilling time for me.

This is one of my favorite images. I have posted it a few times before. It contains a lineage of Flipside Fanzine characters who worked on issues. It has an interesting foresight; from left to right are X-8, Hud and Al. Peter Landswick takes the picture. All four of us worked on Flipside together at an interesting time in the world of Punk Rock. It was before the Orange County scene exploded as well as the new generation of punk English bands. The early Los Angeles punks were much more silent now. X was going for a major label.

The Go Go’s, The Bags and Fear were changing their places and goals. The original punk scene of LA was dying, and a new one was forming.

I like the texture and graphic perspective of this image. Pete is a creative photographer. This picture taken at an alley in San Francisco when we rebelliously tagged and followed the touring underground mod scene. At the time, The Specials and Madness were unfamiliar upcoming bands. As wild as any youthful band. It is the best time of crazy characters and wild free adventures.

1 – 16 Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Covers. Post

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Staph 1977 to 1989 Those Who Caused Considerable Trouble

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Covers from 1979 to 1989.

Their little hearts mock others.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Relevant ~bearing upon or connected with the matter in hand; pertinent: a relevant remark.

Image of HUD in San Fransico by Pete Landswick. 1979

In an exclusive group a relevant remark may be very pertinent to the matter at hand but to the rest of us it is not. It is the opposite of inclusive. Though I am a private person I am also an inclusive one. When comments are exclusive, they warp on the matter of firm context to the rest of us. People that do this are like little gerbils in the corner mocking others because of their lack of intelligence or the ability to communicate properly. Their little hearts mock others.

Today a friend asked me if the Flipside Memorial page on Facebook is relevant. My first response was to what? It is a memorial page because the fanzine has not been published for 13 years. Joe and Ed wanted to create a place to share memories of Flipside Fanzine, workers on the fanzine and the early punk scene in general. They were riding the beginning of the old school punk rock nostalgia of the Big Punk Rock. Joe’s focus is on the late 80s and the early 90s. Ed I assume was more weaved into the 90s but was not a hardcore member of the Fanzine by any means. They both helped indeed, I am not denying that.

Yet, do they have a deep exclusive understanding of the heart of the magazine? I have to yell out,

“no fucking way!”

This is where the Flipside Memorial Facebook page is lacking. They superficially dip into the realm of Flipside to protrude some sort of authority. They control rather than inform. They mock and delight in shocking others instead of illuminating fans about the underground punk’s scene. I agree that many images and insights from fans on the Flipside Memorial Facebook site can be fun. It does bring back some of those good old feelings, but It does not take the place of the real deal. Not even close.

The creators of the Flipside Memorial page have a diabolical hand in posting some very disturbing posts. Ones that made me disassociate with it. I only view their page if a friend shares a post with something pertaining to the Flipside Memorial page. I contributed images and comments there at one time but not anymore. You judge for yourself.

The Flipside Memorial page brings friends together and this is a great thing. I can forgive Mr. Joe and Ed and move on…which is what I have done for the last couple of years. In comparison I created The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing which also includes memories of Flipside Fanzine. I make it inclusively relevant to the growing old school punk nostalgia, which I call THE BIG PUNK ROCK. People like it and do respond to these posts more than other ones that I write. A global community that is truly bitchin’.

I am cursed by Flipside Fanzine and Punk rock in general. It isn’t what it used to be, and it is always barking at my heels to be remembered. I am not saturated in it anymore. I pick and choose. I feel no more accountability to it. I try to make this site relative to the past, present and future from my perspective in life. Sorry folks, it isn’t always about the BIG PUNK ROCK… but it is honest and I love publishing it like I loved publishing Flipside Fanzine.

In memory of Shane Williams and Pat Fear (Bill Bartell) true comrades and mentors of punk rock.

Go through girls like I go through fines… But I’ll never leave my car.

MAN AND MACHINE b/w PEACE THRU’ POWER

GROUPS FIRST RECORDING SESSION spring 1982

(Ron Emory and Mike Roche knew who they were )

"Posh and Jack both say: Please don't drink and drive! — “Posh and Jack both say: Please don’t drink and drive!

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!!

Waiting for you to move forward to the honey!!

Little boys become big boys in only a few years… Photo by Hudley

I see life growing around me, changing and there are so many new stories to tell… but with procrastination comes a hallow, a shadow of watching and waiting for you to move forward to the honey!!

Today one of my kid’s longtime friends, Sebastian-across the street, came over to say hello. They have been friends since the 4th grade. We had not visited with him for a couple of years. The first thing he asked me was,

“Have you published your book?”

“No… not yet… ah.”

“Oh you haven’t found a publisher yet?”

I remember that he was always curious about what I was doing on my little laptop computer about 6 to 8 years ago. I then excused myself to take the groceries in. Darn kids are great and when they become young men they are clear, strong and to the point.

I have been procrastinating. I finished the book years ago. It has a good solid foundation but needs a lot of editing and embellishment. Since then many books have been published on this particular subject of mine.

Kindling, wood and log support can help chase away evil procrastination…

Boredom, disillusionment and losing both my parents put a real damper on my need to promote it or even work on it. I also had a couple friends turn into Dementors and almost suck my very identity from me.

The face of trust eludes me these days, but Sebastian has given me the extra acknowledgment, reflective push and ambush to rekindle the fire in my will to move forward again. Kindling, wood and log support can help chase away evil procrastination.

“Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine
Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line
We think there is a soul, we don’t know
That soul is hard to find.”

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/18/daily-prompt-time/

Bad triple dare day..

titillating, provocative and profound

Years ago during the boredom days of our youth Ink Disease Fanzine and the rest of us would take the triple dare. Now that I have about as much testosterone in my body as a young male I find myself seeking the same creative relief. It could be any three things such as a hamburger and fries, ice cream shake and chocolate chip cookies. We would travel around too, going to different places to do the triple dare. I have the day off today and I am pissed-off at the world. I try not to give in to aggression, force, or a ready to fight mode. Drinking beer and jumping up and down gets boring sometimes. I need to encourage my round female shape where the estrogen is hiding as a backdoor protector of such fucking awesome feminine sensibilities: I what something to help me move forward from this struggle of deep August gloom.

To day is a new and improved, fresh triple dare day or bad triple dare day. August 10, 2013.

A cigarette
Cake (chocolate or white cake not sure yet… maybe both to roll in.)
Fried chicken

I am going to take this ticket and pin it to my shirt and ‘go for it’ today… this is my bad day….ok this may be PG … maybe your Bad triple dare might be something more titillating, provocative and profound. So be it . You are welcome to take the dare with me… or not.

http://punksishippies.blogspot.com/2007/10/ink-disease-14.html

Helen’s Romanza.

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

The Paisley Underground

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside.

Posted on 6 Apr 2013

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 )

Dagger Out Now…!! Interview with Pooch & Hudley Flipside…25 years strong !!!

Dagger out Now... Interview with Pooch and Hudley Flipside

On line at http://www.daggerzine.com/

“Exuberance is Beauty”

The image below needs to be looked at sideways! Symbolic meaning: We have the left and right side of our brain. We are good and evil. A point that we need to be aware of from Blake’s perspective…a balancing act that can bloom into a lovely sunflower.

William Blake

William Blake

I can only gaze at the images of Blake’s work in a book, or on the internet … (maybe at times in a museum) and that will have to do.

I have been pulled into William Blake again. This means trouble because he takes me to strange places of my imagination… like no one else can. The game is light and shadow play, and it is real life. I am reading The Marriage of Heaven and Hell edited with introduction and commentary by Michael Phillips. It is good to have his writing placed in the context of history. Analyzing the why, how and who is important in understanding Blake’s work, but for me the real place is always the inward place of the imagination. We all have this place and all we must do is to use it.

This, for me, is the best place to start with understanding Blake’s work. He does get unbelievably detailed though and sometimes it does take a lot of study time to reveal his meaning.

I like this book of Blake’s because there are only a few editions of this work in the world. He did all the work himself. He is an originator of free speech with a fanzine of his own. Including his opinions of current events, his spirituality and esoteric perspective. He mixes it all up in a wild whirlwind of images and does not exclude nature. Heartfelt satire, humor and word play also splash the pages with words that are even misspelled. Re-created words run through his work.

Maybe this was since his hand wrote out each letter of this book. Who knows?

I find it refreshing and I think back on my days as an editor and publisher of an underground fanzine. To print it and get it out was a fast movement in documenting a growing scene. To me the message was more important than the grammar or spelling and the parallelism I draw from Blake’s work; as he is my mentor and teacher, and what we achieved on each issue is similar. He helps me, in a sense; feel relieved from criticism that I have received. That either consciously or unconsciously he is making a statement; He shows cleverly his intentions as in the statement from the Book The Marriage of Heaven and Hell:

Improvent makes straight roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

~Proverbs of Hell Pg. 69

Yes, the words “Improvent” and “Improvement” are the same words with the same meaning. Smart, what do you think? Something to ponder. This is what Blake does best he gets us to ponder, think and imagine.

I can only gaze at the images of Blake’s work in a book, or on the internet now… and that will have to do.

This next quote I have chosen is very current and insightful for our times. He also uses something I call “Nature Politics” in his work.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

~ Proverbs of Hell Pg. 68

A layperson’s notes on the study of William Blake ends here but will continue in the future.

http://www.ashmolean.org/exhibitions/williamblake/

NEW … this October 2016…. and I am so happy!

http://www.johnwindle.com/shop/windle/WilliamBlakeGallery.html

Catalogue 65, William Blake, “Always In Paradise ~ John Windle Antiquarian Bookseller

Post about our visit to the John Windle Antiquarian Bookseller Blake Gallery

The mysterious distance….

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.

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!

https://t.co/n16dd9LPBb via @amazon

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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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!