Holding Integrity Up


A current adventure with our internet service and adjourning phone line is my issue today.

I’ve been paying the same amount since we set up the service. I then noticed September’s bill increase by about twenty dollars.

I called my service to ask why in August after I got the bill. It was explained to me that the company decided to up an overall five dollar increase to all their customers who use their phone service. This of course increased many other things. The dynamo increase of those pesky taxes too.

So I nicely had the phone taken off our plan. I talked to a nice representative and technician who did the work and told me that September’s bill would decrease, and I would pay less.

I told the representative,

“I only receive robot calls from the same companies and scams. I then must play the nasty game of telling them I am from Mars.”

She laughed at that and understood.

I know the bill is due today and had not received a notice or new bill. I went online to see our bill, and nothing had changed. So, in my little “good grief,” I called the server back once more.

I was told in an argumentative debate that they base their bills on “prorating” the past month.

“The practice of prorating can apply in many areas, from billing for services to paying out dividends or allocating business partnership income. Pro rata is calculated by dividing the instance of an item by the maximum quantity of that item. This ratio can then be applied to any related item to find the same proportion.”

I told this person that is not what I was told. They told me when I cancelled the service that I would not have to pay the full amount and then I would receive a new bill for September.

They did the run around or indirectly blamed me for not listening to them. Yet I felt like they were not listening to me and trying to get me to agree with them even though my guts knew they were bold face liars. 

I think I talked to a supervisor who was the same. So, after some debate she told me she would do me a favor and give me a onetime discount waiver.

“I sure had to work hard for those twenty dollars.”

I paid the whole bill anyway out of that shadowy doubt of guilt.

I called back again to see if in fact I got that waiver and if in fact the phone line was cancelled.

The new representative told me that it was all good and told me how my bill next month included the waiver. This means I got my money back.

I told the conversation I had with another representative who told me that I would have to pay the full amount this month due to the word “prorating.”

She then told me an amazing thing. That they do not do that and that they go by each month. So, I was in fact told a lie. We laughed over it, and I filed a complaint that did go forward to the other representative. I felt good about that.

This new representative had style. She told me to look on my bill on page four and so I did and read this,

“… in accordance with the…. Conditions of Service, …. Services are billed on a monthly basis.”

Yes, no mention of prorating.

I had a wonderful moment.

The moral of this real-life experience is this, if you don’t say something and just let someone else tell you something else for you to believe, believe in yourself first. Don’t be bullied, influenced, or rejected without following through to the wonderful conclusion in believing in yourself.


1972 a very good year…

The good bridge of balance


I was born with foresight. It was a natural part of my DNA, and it cursed me because no one from my family explained it to me. I found the answers through books, TV and others with this value of seeing life.

A curse because there are things in our lives that hold certain degrees of pain that cling to us. For me it was foresight. Knowing things before they happened. An intuitive knowing that plagued me without being able to put words to what it was.

Then in time I learned to hold on to my foresight. Waiting for found explanation to my confusion. Other friends and family looked at me cross-eyed with wonder or doubt.

Now that I am 65 years old, I see it as a gift of foresight, for that is what it is now, it reveals to me that I was OK.

I can use my active imagination to go back and be the person that listens and tries to understand. Because the youthful me needs to be heard.

It has come around to be a blessing that I will confirm as good. Now is a time to reap what I have sown. Building on this magical nature that many of us share.

It is my Cornish character, maybe. I hope to encourage others here to listen to their foresight. It is so human and feminine. An honorable part of who we are.

To bend back and embrace all the past, present and future.

The good bridge of balance.


She always kind of did. Lynn

Lynn is here. At the front door of my parents home. 1977


I was becoming one with my punkalullaby. I coined the word punkalullaby. It means that the whole time I was in the punk rock scene, from beginning to end, it was all about a song. One song to the next pulled me throughout the scene. Once that loud music got into my blood there was nothing like it. I was socially awkward, wild, and morally uncultivated. I was a perfect product for the Los Angeles punk rock scene because I was someone that the normal culture had completely abandoned. Yet, here I was, welcomed into an underground counterculture.

Excerpt from My Punkalullaby by Hudley Flipside  


currently AT 65

A SONG SPANS OVER 6 GENERATIONS BEFORE AND UNBOUND…

JUST HOW IT GOES FOR ME NOW.


Like the star above me

I know

Because when the sky is bright

Everything’s all right


“Brown Eyed Girl” is a song by Northern Irish singer and songwriter Van Morrison. Written by Morrison and recorded in March 1967 for Bang Records owner and producer Bert Berns, it was released as a single in June of the same year on the Bang label, peaking at No. 10 on the Billboard Hot 100. The song spent a total of sixteen weeks on the chart. It featured the Sweet Inspirations singing back-up vocals and is considered to be Van Morrison’s signature song.[3]

“Daisy Jane” is a song written by Gerry Beckley of the group America included on the 1975 America album Hearts. Issued as that album’s second single — following up the #1 hit “Sister Golden Hair” — “Daisy Jane” reached #20 on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming the final Top 20 hit by the original three-member incarnation of America. On the Easy Listening chart, the track reached #4.[1] In Canada the chart peak of “Daisy Jane” was #16 on the Pop singles chart and #2 on the Adult Contemporary chart.  


Our parents met at the Canoga drive-in theater in Southern California. Lynn and I were crying like babies usually do. We were both born in 1958. Her in August and I in May.

Lynn lived down the hill. We became best friends and often confronted each other as girls do. Boys, drugs and growing up were usually our issues. She was my nemesis so to say. She had brown eyes, lite brown skin and long dark hair. I was just the opposite with green eyes, white, pink skin and long white, blond hair.

From The Ouija board to underground scary films we were as wild as the wind together. Like the madly climbing scented eucalyptus and uncontrollable pepper trees that embraced us or sliding down green grass hills on cardboard or riding our bikes to school we were always doing something together. I went shopping today and two songs came up for reflection.

Both are songs that we loved. It was two generations of growing, playing, and learning about life. I was driving to Ralph’s supermarket and remembered Lynn because it was a day like this in August that I found out about her demise.

Her x-husband was there and was holding tightly the shopping cart. He was holding a cart full of Lynn and his babies. Three through artificial insemination and a girl to follow later the natural way. Funny how that works sometimes. I asked how Lynn was. Did he know how she was?

“Didn’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“She died from a drug overdose.”

The whole of Ralph’s supermarket went black, and I caught myself falling.

“Are you OK. He spoke?

“No, I did not know she passed.”

“I guess the kids and I weren’t enough for her?”

I walked away at that point because the kids were a big handful. I know the story about how it did not work out for them, but I did not know Lynn went back to taking drugs.

It was August 2008. She was so wild and had a challenging time growing up. She was an unusually beautiful woman and as her beauty faded it was hard on her.

She just lost off from turning 50.

Romance and babies are not an easy thing to manage for any woman. It really does suck sometimes. I can understand her need to break loose a little, but she went too far. She always kind of did.

Hey, where did we go?

Days when the rains came

Down in the hollow

Playin’ a new game

Laughin’ and a-runnin’,

hey, hey Skippin’ and a-jumpin’

In the misty morning fog with Our,

our hearts a-thumping and you

My brown-eyed girl

And you, my brown-eyed girl.




Vein of Gold Enduring, The Flipside Fanzine Story


I was thinking about what is left over from work done or from ones own experience. I think of a scene from the Musical Film Paint Your Wagon when a scheme is made to gather all the gold that falls down under bars and saloons. Miners for gold losing their gold dust. A clever way to get rich or collect from what is unknowingly or uncaringly left behind.

That is what it is like for me now as I gather my Flipside Fanzine gold that is dissected all over the place. I know I will never get rich from my gossamer shining memories or documentation of a scene during my youthful rebellion, but it seems to go on shimmering everywhere. It has a real story and narrative that I still gather.

I cannot put back together the vein of gold enduring as a solid experience that was documented but I can try and show my story, the Flipside Fanzine story, as it happened, and this is important to me. I can be a magnet pulling the gold of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine towards me and alchemize the authentic narrative to share. A richness like gold that will endure.



Flipside Video 3 and 4 CATALOG read by Hudley 2023.


I don’t know if I will get to all 11 from my catalog but at least I got to two more. From the original catalog I did in the 1980s. I wanted fans to at least get an organized sense of what we had to offer. I find it delightfully youthful and fanatical as a 65-year-old woman to read these. We were all into the punk scene and loved it madly. I was about 25 when I made this up.

(I am not a professional DJ haha).



Flipside Video 1 and 2 CATALOG read by Hudley 2023



A blast from the past… read with a magnifying glass.

Just having some fun reading over this. It was written back in the 1980s when I felt the need to make the things we were selling understandable in my rude punk way. It was not easy being a female punk around bands, records collectors and all the people who were tough as gram crackers. I am sure pissing off others was not something I tried to do but most likely did. Yet I was the nicer one most times.

I still have the original and it is falling apart so I have it now in a video I made up.

I like going over and keeping my mind fresh on these memories. I am amazed at how many shows I went to. It overwhelms me now as it did then but it was all documented so that makes it nicer still.

I am not a professional actor so reading this was hard to do but I like the cockiness of it.

I was well trained and initiated in the art of one “who caused considerable trouble.”

All Flipside persons’ are… and that is just how it goes.

~ Hudley

Documenting what has already been documented…. as a original source person who was there doing the documenting … as a girl.


Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue Facebook Page is obsolete. But here one can see all items available on my WordPress Site available for sell! ⭐️🏵️😸!

Finalist In Art Competition: Superior and the best of human nature.

“Entries from many countries across the world: South Korea, Hong Kong, Ukraine, USA, Taiwan, Austria, Italy, Canada, Poland, Singapore, South Africa and Portugal. Enjoy the show and thank you for expressing an interest in our competition.”


I have often been afraid or uneasy or did not believe in competition. The means of doing anything is an obligation I took for myself and the world a long time ago. Acknowledgement is a new feeling for me, and I like it.

What really turns me on here is that so many countries unite through sharing their art in a competition without hate or dismay. That the world can join here in peace and beauty and reflection.

This is so good. That is why I love my WordPress site. It lets individuals communicate all around the world. Communication is the key to peace and though we can get angry, expression is always best. Creative expression is our superior and the best of human nature.


* I placed as a Finalist in the April 2023 Competition. So much art… yet the renegotiation is satisfying. Below is the inspiration. A quote from a book.


“One day, having noticed my covetous gaze, he presented me with a tiny golden pendant of my own-two bees entwined together around a tiny honeycomb. It glistened in the sun light, so rich and burnished that I thought the minute drop of honey would melt and slide away in the heat.”

Daedalus gives Ariadne a gift. ~ Ariadne Page 7, by Jennifer Saint.


It says pencil in the competition. It is pencil, sharpie pen ink and watercolor.



https://www.greycubegallery.com/current-show/index.html



Vinyl Fanzine Three

A nice line up of bands…. really awesome… Thanks… and all my punk love and beyond.



Intervetion COC

American dollars and weapons gleam
Support another corrupt regime
Human rights long out of style
Another killing another farce-trial
Intervention
All the millions spent in aid
Spent on the war parade
Technological march of death
Finalize a child’s last breath
Intervetion
War-monger leaders in search of glory
Make their blood mark on history
As the children die of malnutrition
Another child killed by
Some political position
Intervetion


All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Reserved.

1987 was a rough time for me punk wise. I had a few miscarriages, and we did not have any medical coverage at the time. We were not young anymore and hitting close to turning 30. Some of our staff had it easy still living at home with their folks while Al and I struggled to keep each issue, video and record moving down the production-project-line.

As I have said many times before there were a lot of hands in the Flipside cookie jar and bands were an ‘overwhelming wipe-out.’ Always under a wave of needs.

Our neighbors we lived next to in the same courtyard were turning into monsters. Yet we moved on… even after the 1987 Whittier Earthquake hit hard. Our office had a pile of records, images, books, computer stuff as tall as the ceiling. It took forever to clean up.

Our neighbors on either side lived outside for a few months which made the neighborhood scary.

The Flipside machine kept up the work regardless of earthquakes, miscarriages, or any other drama.

I was getting tired of the violent art that most punk bands were putting out in their work. It got very uncreative and redundant. Yet, I know many talented people were all doing their best. Considerably more talented than I but then again they did not own this Fanzine.

I came up with two of my first “Flopside Cartoon Characters” then. Doomis Day and Roonski Cat. I used them a lot as little doodles in our Fanzine.

So being that staff person Joy was pushing her talent all over the place I took a stand and put my goofy art on the cover of this Vinyl Fanzine. I was having fun and trying to move away from the usual cover images I was enduring.

Doomis Day was of course a rendering of Doris Day. Roonski cat came with a loud giant ghetto blaster. These two characters were off- beat and annoying. Doodles at their best. A little bit of “those who caused considerable trouble” still echoing through Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and beyond!





Over 40 years celebration, Rodney on the ROQ vinyl band compilation. Vol. 1-3

Punk Rock Historian & colleague and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside


Maybe a cliché or fuck up, or glitch will be found… my burning tears… always found in an honest Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine project or on a vinyl record played too many times….



My celebration today…

A Hudley Flipside Editorial

Rodney on the ROQ vinyl band compilation. Vol. 1-3




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Flipside Fanzine, My Aim Is True

1980 Hudley


My obligation to Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. (1977 to 2002)

As a co-publisher, editor of Flipside Fanzine I hold to my heart a need to protect and preserve the memory of this Fanzine. Being its roughly 20 years of existence.

How it is presented to the world is important to me. At one time Flipside Fanzine supported a beginning and then growing underground, and international, punk rock scene.  

Over the last few years, I have had bands, record labels, writers and major movie companies approach me for images for their work and/or production pertaining to Flipside Fanzine. I engage the many demands in a proper and organized manner.

There is not another Flipside person who has stepped forward to engage this pressure.

My intentions are good for Flipside Fanzine, and I will continue to protect it as best I can. I hold good integrity too. I can choose with whom I share or sell things from this Fanzine.

Be it the fanzine itself, videos, or records. I am under an umbrella of protection, and I can release things for such productions as I always mention those involved at the time if they are dead, or otherwise, or do not want to be bothered. Flipside was a fast moving fanzine with many who did willfully engage freely in its creative life time.

I love Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. It is ironic to me, but Flipside’s created products become more precious with time. Everything Flipside “produced and created” is becoming more in demand.

In its publishing history there have only been two owners of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine, its “living publishing time,” Al Flipside (Al Kowalewski) and me Hudley Flipside (Holly D Cornell).

I promise to do my best with all of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine documented materials and all products over its full life. Yet now it is a defunct fanzine and we only see it as a history of what once was and so many of its creations still shine in many corners of the world.

My Aim Is True,

Hudley Flipside / Holly D Cornell

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

hudleyflipside@gmail.com

https://hudleyflipside.com