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Pancakes… in the hot oil…

Trump’s lawyers are in the hot oil… they have ruined their bright

reputations !!

and have become pancakes with pesto… Testaroli..  with pesto and garlic… and lots of cheese…. eat them down Mr. Trump…. hahahahah poor Rudy and Emmet…



Flopside COmics.. Be More than an assholi !!!!


Daily Fuck Gazette Babbbbbbay! Summer Funnies

Flopside cOmics supports the political satire of ‘Trump Baby’ blimp to fly over London.’ On Friday the 13th, 2018.



Don’t forget we have been spreading the satire for years… and have a few bubblegum Flopside COmics that highlight this complete unenlightened asshole of extreme degrees…

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Four Flopside Bubblegum cOmic editions that challenge the status quo…. dripping dropping satire political cartoons…



Check all 13 on Friday the 13th 2018 … your fucking luckiest of days…..

https://hudleyflipside.com/bubble-gum-flopside-comics-only-two-buck-each/

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A “Daily Fuck Gazette” Limerick

“Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines

Eat your prunes you’re a greedy old man

Lotion on your bottom

Sleeping in a used bed

Will not get you any respect

The day you’re found dead!

Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines

Chicken finger frenzies

lost in your gloom

Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines!”




No more daily prompts…spiritual and musical discernment.

I will miss the daily prompts on WordPress. When I created my blog almost 7 years ago it was so exciting to post and read other posts. I do less and less of the daily prompts, but I always go back to do them. Now I find it is all over with. Kind of like a club that goes out of business, or a group of friends that stop seeing each other. Nothing stays the same.

Takes me back to when I was going to university at Los Angeles Mount Saint Mary’s college. I attended 2004 to 2007. I enjoyed all the courses I took. I put 200 percent of my time into learning. I left because the curriculum started to sway a bit off its ecumenical track. There was a kind of pressure stating to form about preferences over whether one was a catholic or not.

I became very strong in my interreligious perspective. I love studying history, culture, myths, and humanity. I was getting very close to finishing the Master’s program. One course forced me to make a moral decision to leave the program.

I was in a very interesting course on spiritual discernment.  The course was taught by a Sister / Nun who was rather old and taught the course more like a high school course than a master’s course. I liked her, and she seemed filled with integrity until our confrontation about child abuse. Currently, it was in all the news. The Los Angeles Sex Abuse cases. It was very troubling for me to behold. My 6-year-old and 15-year-old sons where very near and dear to me. We were not attending any catholic church at the time, but I was still angry.

The Sister said to the class that all of this “child abuse ” will make the Church more authentic.  I stood up and said,

“…but Sister one child is too many, how can this be?”

Sister looked at me and said,

“That is, your opinion!”

I was overwhelmed. I finished the course with an in-depth paper on the Mandala! I got an A on my paper. Yet I continued to rub the head of the department the wrong way. I was heart-broken. I left. I paid off my student loan in a couple of years.

In 2007 I read this in the news, ” Catholic Church Settles Los Angeles Sex Abuse Cases for $660 Million.” Shocked but I  knew then that what I was feeling was my own spiritual discernment.  Mine was right on. I wanted to move towards becoming a chaplain. I wanted to work with helping others regardless of their age, sex, faith etc. Yet, there is one thing that is unacceptable. I am glad I left the program.

The end of the semester I left the university and went to my first music event in a long time. I attended the Wiltern Theater to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. My hair was to my butt and red. I was on a new path again. I never went back to the Wiltern, but I did revisit lots of bands and shows since then. It was a freeing time of spiritual and musical discernment. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club help[ed me through a rough time of heavy discernment!

Only in the shower do I sing…

Doe: a deer, a female deer, alludes to the first solfège syllable, do.
Ray: a drop of golden sun [i.e. a narrow beam of light or other radiant energy], alludes to the second solfège syllable, re.
Me: a name I call myself [i.e. the objective first-person pronoun], alludes to the third solfège syllable, mi.
Fa’ [i.e. “far”]: a long long way to run,” alludes to the fourth solfège syllable, fa.
Sew: [the verb for] a needle pulling thread,” alludes to the fifth solfège syllable, sol.
La, the sixth solfège syllable, lacking a satisfactory homophone (see below), is directly referred to in the song as a note to follow so[l].
Tea: a drink with jam and bread [i.e. the popular hot beverage made by steeping tea leaves in boiling water], alludes to the seventh solfège syllable, ti.


Hugo Wolf1, 3 March 1860 – 22 February 1903) was an Austrian composer


I wish I could sing well. In the 1990s I received my AA in Humanities. This gave me an option to take some fun courses. Do some risky stuff. I took two vocal courses. One was basic, ‘learn how to sing’, with all the fancy techniques like breathing from the diaphragm. Singing ‘do re mi fa sol la ti do’ repeatedly with one single breath was not easy.

I endured the class and sang the song Blue Moon as my final project. I sang the original “Blue Moon” a classic popular song written by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart in 1934. When I joined the chorus as part of a class requirement. I knew my singing was not class “A” stock. We had to perform for Los Angeles Valley College’s Christmas celebrations. I was in the first Christmas sinning group. After we sang I heard a mumble from the audience…, “OK now we will hear the real singers in the next choir singing Christmas music !”

So, I tortured myself and took the next music class that went from learning only how to sing: to singing operettas in German, Italian and French? I really went all out when I decided to sing my final song written by Hugo Wolf. ‘Heut Nacht erhob ich mich um Mitternacht?’ or Last night I rose at midnight.

My wings melted! My voice and confidence as well. I left the course before finals because the class was too much for me. Sometimes a good challenge is about the process of just trying. I did find Hugo Wolf!

If I could sing a song. Like a sexy noir dame. It would be the song below.



Last night I rose at midnight,
Because my heart had furtively stole away,
I asked heart: where are you rushing so
furiously?
It spoke: only to see you, had it run away,
Now see how it must be with my love;
My heart escapes from my breast to see you.

In music, solfège (/ˈsɒlfɛʒ/,[1] also US: /sɒlˈfɛʒ/, French: [sɔl.fɛʒ]) or solfeggio (/sɒlˈfɛdʒioʊ/, Italian: [solˈfeddʒo]), also called sol-fa, solfa, solfeo, among many names, is a music education method used to teach pitch and sight singing of Western music

A promotional poem….just because…

Dance for Drinks or just dance….

This is an older Flopisde Comic… when life was a lot faster and the night was “always young!” The “Dancing One” was initiated by the ancient worm at the bottom of a bottle. More than that he could not stop dancing. Even Mr. Fuck had a difficult time keeping up with “twinkle toes.”  The “Wild Card” was the man about town. Time to get him dancing again.


A point: So we at Flipside Comics need a kick in the butt too…. the song below is a very silly one and we don’t take it seriously…  it is a ridiculous song. If Mr. Fuck was to take it seriously he would be on the side of the pagans… a crusade of pagans against the Christians. An over all perspective might be the good FLOPSIDE people on a crusade against the Trumpians !!! RAMBO says just dance…

 

THE FUCKING ASSHOLIAN TRUMPIANS !!!!!


around 2011


A Daily “Fuck” Gazette The Untouchable Bastard…?

An Untouchable Bastard…? Maybe not but we will see. The stereotype of  abuse by federal leadership !  Everyone to blame but me. So sick that we at Flopside Comics had to do a little “You’re a Bastard Editorial…”

Mr. Dang says, “I’ll push your self-indulging wang of the table …any dame tame….!”

I guess it all comes down to this, that no one with any good sense or decency really wants to work with the Trump White House. A world of fucking decadence and scummity ! (New word )



Remember Flopside Comics are stupid like the flawed human experience and we can make fun of it cause it sucks!

that bass / guitar sound punk standard


The punker band Detox came into my focus today. Also, someone asked on Facebook if punk rock is dead. I think of punk as a genre of music, as a standard, like Jazz. It keeps playing on. For me it is about one song to the next. That is what I based My Punk@lullaby Journals on.  Punk is all about a song, an experience, and friends. So, I guess if all the punk standards die, and all experiences of punk, and all your punk family of friends die… then it is dead. Or you die it is dead.

If you play what you like to hear it is not dead. One can go anywhere to experience punk. Music blaring though your headphones, at a show, or at a big festival. (I shudder at the thought) That is just my preference. Punk music is like playing back memories or experiences that I have had. Punkers. I think we all live at our own standard of punk whether it be past, present, or creatively in the future… I tend to jump around to… hanging at one place more than others. I don’t consider myself a punk, but I have had my share of the 10% punk experience. There is a continuity of that kind of experience in my life.

My favorite standard of punk are two bands. Detox and [Charged] GBH! The Bass & guitar of Steve and Tony and of Ross and Jock are the best. Anytime I hear a song by either band their sounds make me happy to be alive. All those wild confused good feelings come back of belonging to a family of punks over time and space. I just feel fucking great…. thank you…. that bass guitar sound punk standard …. The best of the best…. Good, glorious and makes me feel GREAT!

That is all have to say today….



TAPE TEN

Punk Rock Museum Flipside Cartoon Issue

Flipside Cartoon Issue form The Punk Museum



 

KFJC 89.7 FM TAPE NUMBER TEN THE 10% EXPERIENCE…A KISS IN THE WIND

Sharing these tapes for free is like sharing an old jazz tune or inspiration experience. It has its place in the continuity of the punk rock experience of 1984. This is what I should have told the young woman who liked to come to this pub on punk rock DJ nights. She enjoyed listening to 30-year-old music. The thirty-year-old magazine she referred to documented the 10 % punk rock experience!

Once upon a time at the local pub a woman in her twenties looked over at me. She was talking to a friend and I heard her say,

“I don’t know what the big deal is? That magazine came out over thirty years ago?”

She then looked over at me again. I looked back at her. I raised my shoulders and rolled my eyes as if to say,

“I know what ya mean.”

This pub is considered a music pub. The founder Patrick Fairley was in the 60′s band Marmalade.  Here a long line of DJs who just happened to play 1980s punk rock. Punk rock is a unique genre and like jazz we all rejoice in the awesome sound of its originators. Going to the pub is kind of like going to church. The sociology of religion states that 80% of people going to church do so for social reasons. Only 10% go to have a religious experience. A pub is the same way. When ya add some great music and beer this is the place to be to do the 80% thing or the 10 % thing…or both.

As the spirituals gave birth to the Blues and then Jazz; so, does it inspire the music we listen to today? I don’t go to church anymore but I do go to pubs and for me it is a 10% experience. In the 1700s pubs often held meetings under the convert of drunks but, it was the beginning of revolution. It was about individuals who came together; who opposed the Church of England and their government. They sang their pub songs or hymns around the fireplace, and hidden in these songs were the lyrics and tunes that inspired the people.

Punk rock can be like going to church and it can be an 80% social thing. To me it has always been about the 10% punk rock experience. It is inspirational, thrilling and has the ability to awaken one to wild possibilities of hope and creativity as any good ‘old Jazz song does.

 

Flipside 44 Lee Comic Issue 001

A dollop for your reading pleasure from 1984 fans. Taken from the letter section of Flipside Fanzine Lee Issue # 44, 1984. We published 7 issues in 1984.  This tape is dedicated to all the Los Angeles Glitter Scene  women who became the foundation of an early punk rock scene…and to Pat Fear for his Flipside theme song.

LIVE Public Image Ltd. from Flipside Videos !!

the missing 10 % is unclassified, SNFU or part of the X-files.. so go screw!

(Taken from https://hudleyflipside.com/1984-kfjc-89-7-fm-hosted-by-hudley-flipside-about-the-big-punk-rock/

 

Hell Doc has the vital spark!

8 years Stig Stench of Stench Radio


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Sig Stench The Hell Doc has been raising the punk dead for 8 years. What a strange necromancy it has been. He really did catch the nostalgia of the original punk scene.  It started for me around 2004. I felt it in my bones and punk rock soul. Many clubs and people felt it too I assume. This a major span of about ten years. That did get the punk dead up and moving. The first show that got it going for me was the Mau Maus playing the Redwood with opening band A Pretty Mess. All ages of punks came together 70s, 80s, 90s punks. It was a tight bunch. I was hanging with Joe singer of Jughead’s Revenge that night. Tequila Mockingbird was there before her Punk Museum started up. Bob Canto 90s Flipside shit worker was there. In time we went to the Redwood I saw Diana Cancer before the reforming of 45 Grave, I saw Steve Human hanging outside staying away from the alcohol and Cake Flipside 90s staff too. It was the first time I felt the punk revival happen.

Mike Atta (RIP) Middle Class

Before this was Mr. T’s in Highland Park. (Now a hip bowling, food bar) So many bands came through the club. We started seeing bands there around 2006 to 2008 more or less. Seedy and a fun place to be. I hugged the toilet there. Our 16-year-old was old enough to babysit our little one. So, mama and papa had some fun on the weekends. It saved our marriage in many ways. Infusing our life with old and new friends. We saw the Urinals and Mike Watt play there. Master Cylinder and Carnage Asada too.

We Got Power event picutre by Hudley Flipside 2012

We were tight with the band The Million Kids and I went on to do Flipside Fanzine 2010 with Billy and Joe for a few issues before they moved onto Spark Plug fanzine. Yet it really hit me hard when I was at Kaiser Permeate in the San Fernando Valley. Walking by me I saw a mid-aged guy with a GBH shirt.  I said to him, “I know those guys, Jock. Colin and Ross.” (at the time I had not met the new drummer Scott)

Bass player of Love Canal, Bob Gnarly punk rock history galore..

He said, “Great they are playing Ventura Theater this month.” A spark of tenacity filled me. I looked up GBH and found Colin Abrahll’s email. Their second tour in some time. My oldest son and I saw them. That was another turning point for me. My spine found joy and friendship in that old sound of bass and guitar and beyond.

Hudley Flipside Punk Show 2010

Then there was locally in the San Fernando Valley, where I live.  Cobalt Cafe, The Scotland Yard and Weber’s had all sort of bands come through in 10-year time. The Krum Bums, The Weirdos, Symbol Six. Also, at Weber’s I got to see a sacred evening with the Adolescents and the Middle Class. My old-time punk buds from the original Los Angeles punk scene.

Martin Atkins Punk Museum Event

While all this was happening around 2010 I met Stig Stench of Stench Radio . He interviewed me on his show and I did and an interview with him for the 2010 Flipside. It was fun. All those good old feeling game back of belonging to the punk scene. I think we all jumped into it all too fast and all at once. Some got splashed on and others got quick sand. It was a bit of a nightmare at times.

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The Weirdos at the Cobalt Cafe… the mighty Dix Denney

At around this time, I lost both of my parents and went through menopause.  I would ride around in my dark blue Chrysler M playing my car radio “Mike Conley” loud, smoking too many cigarettes and acting like a spoiled teenage child. Yes, my kids would hide my cigarettes from me. I got some stupid tattoos as well.

At Mr T’s Bowl with Shane (RIP), Hudley and Falling James a few years ago. Picture by Bob Cantu https://www.facebook.com/bob.cantu1

Since then the festivals have taken over and the local clubs closed or are further away. I don’t like driving or do not feel the need to make the long drives. The Cobalt closed, The Scotland Yard has a new owner (I am grieving the loss right now) and Weber’s was demolished due to asshole mosh punk pricks. (Like the Canoga Park Punk Rock Swap Meet Scene. They say it’s for charity. . what a line of bull)

The ascending bell curve of punk nostalgia was a fun ride and celebrating that is  Hell Doc, my pet name for Stig!  Never jumping off the nostalgia ride means a hell of a lot to me. He has tenacity and my friendship. We wrestled a few times too.

Lots of original punk bands have been playing the last ten years. Decry, Love Canal, Doggy Style, and many to the 10th degree more. Old friends that I still chat with now and then. Some of us are are not talking.

Opening night at The Punk Museum…

I guess over the last ten years there is a singular motif that many new and old friends tell me. Guys that are anywhere from 30 to 50 years old. They say this…

“When I was a young kid, I was all alone and the only thing I had was Flipside. I made connections with other punks and bands.” Or “You published my first record review, or I wrote my first this or that in Flipside!”

DJ Joe D at the ‘Yard

I am happy because that is what the scene was all about then. We got to face it now that the punk scene has made changes with modern times like technology. . What matters most to me is the 10 % punk rock experience. Also the friends made in the scene.  One of my long-time friends Steve Hart from the (Order of the) White Rose punk band said he met band members though the classified section of Flipside. He invited me to write some stuff for his current publication New Wave Chicken. A long time friendship and it has only been through correspondence.

Jordan Schwartz having Fun at the Punk Museum

Any way a lot of good things happened along the path of the last ten years. Stig Stench is one of them. He can tell you all the punkers he has interviewed on his radio show and all the bands he does support and helped out. And that is what punk is all about also. Making friends, listening to music, and giving a voice to the voiceless. And to all the new punk bands … it is so groovy.

 

 

 

 

Fun times at the Scotland Yard with Dancing John and the Tender of the Brew.. Mr Funk

Hey, the punk scene gave me a voice and something I bet you wished I would shut the funk up about. I love you all.

 


– fin-



 

Us Against the World

If you’re hungry for nostalgia
Make sure it’s your own
Seeking inspiration
origin unknown
You’re happy stealing thunder
When metal starts to rust
Memories still linger
Monochrome and dust.

Year zero has returned last
Respect is to be earned / The lesion
To be learned
It’s us against the world.

The years are mounting up now
For them plagiarists
It’s really makes you wonder
Why they still exist
Not sold like a good thing
We were built to last
Take the easy option
Reinvent your past.

Just a bad facsimile
Without the vital spark
Running with the big dogs
But you ain't got the bark
Far beyond a tribute
You wanna take the credit
If I got to explain it
You ain’t never gonna get it.