Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist
The Vandals. In Memory of “Stevo” and “Human”
Two punkers who were some of the best, a time to reflect on my youthful relationships and rebellion.
They are part of my, and maybe yours, DNA.
Happy happy Valentine’s Day !
“Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind
Inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world”
Happy Birthday John Lennon
Happy Birthday John Lennon
John Winston Lennon; 9 October 1940 – 8 December 1980
Sometimes local politics can get twisted like a complex web, where the intentions of well-meaning individuals become tangled with hidden agendas and misleading narratives.
The decisions made at this level can often leave residents feeling confused, as promises made during campaigns clash with the realities of governance.
In this intricate dance, alliances shift and public interests may take a backseat to personal ambitions, further complicating the landscape. As community members navigate through the tumult, it becomes evident that understanding the underlying motivations is crucial to untangling these political knots.
Yet regardless of it all I can still get lost in Box Canyon… where the hills hit the sky and the San Fernando Valley… across the universe where I can fly from here to the Verdugo Mountains across to the Santa Monica Mountains and back. My long-standing magic place.
Graffiti. Well in her honor and memory…. I am glad I took this image a few years back. Maybe we will have a day to clean her up.
I called Simi Valley, Ventura County, LA County and LA City and my representative John Lee and no one wants to claim it in their area or district. It is really a strange thing to deal with. How unorganized our counties and cities are. SO very strange…. So now to find who the property belongs to. When no one is claiming it?
I found an interval or other world …. it is so bazaar.
Note: we found out it is privately owned property. Yet it still seems strangely unlikely..
If I had the power
Having vast AI and ‘tech knowledge,
I would cast a Drone Spell.
Reprogramming all war Drones
into love making Drones
As when the Hippies put flowers,
in Soldier’s guns in the 1960s.
The governing governments
Their hating and their warring
It would just stop!
As the mighty Gort
By by weapons.
Then the Drones would gather,
To help, heal and kiss,
All the qualities of love!
To bestow on our enemies
all over the world.
Hugs and kisses,
Chocolate and wishes,
Building and sharing
Hoping and smiling,
At least trying
To communicate with
The Sweetness of
Human diplomacy,
All the goodness
That life has to offer.
~ my Spell by Hudley Flipside 5/23/26
Happy mulch makers…. Drones “SEX KICK”
Into the future
From the cloud a large drone came forward. It had extensions and was computerized to detect many things. Designed to trim trees on a continuous basis in neighborhoods. Also, out to more robust ones for forests and fire regions where the weather and environment were elevated temperatures.
These tree trimming drones were made up of many parts to trim trees. It would affirm the tree family. Birds, bees, squirrels and opossums or any living life form.
Even human children climbing trees.
Softly working with the gathering drones that moved and grinded the tree parts into mulch, grind grind, to share throughout the neighborhoods.
A gentle “AI “which trimmed and extended common humanity to the living tree. If any issues came forth beyond its designed expertise an electronic note would be sent to the Street Service department.
Where a trained human specialist would address the issue. Such as moving a bird’s nest or loving beehive to another home.
Or addressing the cutting of a tree down and removing a tree stub if necessary.
Always addressing the tree with an ancient prayer.
“We will be cutting you down soon.
You survived our community well.
Now you are dying,
We ask your dwelling nature spirit,
To move forward now,
To your spiritual realm.
You will not be forgotten.
Bless you and thank you.”
Rape on Lena Ave.
“The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;”
−by Cecil Frances Alexander
Let me tell you a story about how messed up our city and county are in Los Angeles. Especially “STREET SERVICES.”
Right now, there is a war going on outside. Trucks are attacking our sleepy neighborhood to trim down our trees. We are talking massive trucks.
I talked to a Los Angeles County representative, and he told me the reason we were not notified weeks earlier about the colossal invasion of trucks, chainsaws, dinging, and loud bangs is because a Fire Marshal just a day ago decided that there is a fire hazard here in our neighborhood. Our trees are growing and causing an issue with the street sweepers. Tree branches are touching or contacting the street sweepers.
I called the local fire department and was told a Fire Marshal would not come out to do something like that. It would most likely be a local inspector. I don’t know. The Street Services were most likely not tell you the truth.
This is a fire hazard all of a sudden?
It was in November that I made a complaint to the county that our street sweepers were not coming. They had not been coming for some time. After about a month’s time I was told it was due to the trees’ overgrowth.
Also, I found out from an official Los Angeles Street Services worker that the street sweepers only come the first and third Wednesday of every month. Even though they triage as well. We were not notified about any of this. We were not notified about today as well.
The trees could have gently and consistently been trimmed over time. Yet that would take city and or county planning. Something I have observed is that the “STREET SERVICES” does not have. Which is the foresight to plan.
The problem is that the law that enforces the signs on our street “Parking Violation” is giving us tickets. Even though the signs are not valid on our street. No street sweepers and police enforcement still will write up tickets. That seems illogical to me.
The street signs say every Wednesday from 12 to 2 PM. One cannot park on the street, or your car will be ticketed.
Today the new signs, put on with a wire, say cars will be towed away. Which is always a thousand dollar fine or more.
So, I asked many departments and city officials who manage this issue to change the signs or at least take down the signs, so my neighbors and I do not get 70-dollar tickets. Until all the LOS ANGELES city or county departments become organized. To unify!
Yet it has come down to this. The “STREET SERVICES” is doing this without considering the environment. This is an attack on my neighborhood. The ravens, birds, and bees who we share a neighborhood live here too. The cats and dogs who also live here, not to forget the raccoons, possums, and other wild things who are perchance abruptly losing their homes.
It is a rape of our neighborhood. It feels like that to me. This is much worse than having a tooth pulled. That feels like rape too. Just yellow trucks, metallic thuds, loud chainsaws, and the loud sound of stump grinders.
Those to bitch at…
https://councildistrict12.lacity.gov/about/council-district-12/west-hills
To all the trees and a neighborhood raped today and the poor old trees cut down without a blessing…. how lost we are as a culture…
A doodling film and song by Hudley Flipside .
Song Persephone moans her pain.
New category for posts that concur with the many film-doodles I do.
Film Doodling by Hudely Flipside
It is the creative endeavor that is real and mine to share.
I love my garden and am so close to the ways of nature. Yet as a human being I endure the other man-made things. It is a life I was born to. Yet I think we can learn the power of nature by listening and hoping for the best to inspire us to be better human beings.
I think there is a relationship with how nature is and us in general. Our feelings and emotions.
Yet often even though nature speaks to us we don’t listen.
As I am a listener and follow the ways of ancient traditions I like to share.
Creatively embracing and helping for a better world.
Wild ways, music and nature are how I endure and so it goes.
Trusting my insight and foresight has been a struggle for me. Often, I let others push me off my mark due to facts and figures that oppose my observations.
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.
Ya it was all over twenty bucks, might have well been one million dollars or the good feeling of holding integrity up for the losers to see, since they don’t have any.
1972 a very good year…
Duley Toledo, Joey Rimicci, John Cornell and Hudley
As we were getting hit by rain
And during an earthquake
Those creative endeavors help.
The William Blake Tarot Cards of the creative Imagination `- ED Buryn
Foresight, foreknowledge, prescience, divination, premonition, clairvoyance, presentiment. omniscience, sixth sense.
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.
William Blake is a friend who helped me along the way to believe…
William Blake died on August 12th 1827.
https://blakesociety.org/product/meeting-blakes-grave/
Praying Mantis in Hollyhock in my garden.
The Bumblebee Performs Live on Purple Anarchy Flowers.
Yippee-ki-yay!
How do I balance out the conflicts in life? China and the USA Military now near Alaska confronting each other, our own x- USA president indicted repeatedly. Then there is an answer…
Nature is consistent like the Bumblebee who visits the same time every year. I hold in my dislike of big punk festivals galore and settle into the world around me.
Up front and personal. A pint of beer at the local pub and a delicious bowl of Grits.
Creativity and my spirituality. What is the difference between discernment, insight, instinct and fantasy or the big one active imagination. I use all of these, but the best is active imagination.
“An active imagination when a person engages with the ideas in their imagination, using it as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds.
Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. By examining the most evident manifestations of the unconscious mind—dreams—a person can learn how to execute this method on themselves.
It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation. It employs creative imagination as an organ for “perceiving outside your mental boxes.” ~ Analytical psychology
And for me nature always knows when I am doing it… lovely.
The song I created for this is personal but it is from my fantasy and our fantasy is a must if we wonder how the world could be destroyed over computer chips.
We endure the minds of weapons and war!
A catchy tune.
Taiwan produces over 60% of the world’s semiconductors and over 90% of the most advanced ones.
Yippee-ki-yay!
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Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist
Lynn is here. At the front door of my parents home. 1977
It was at the time I entered the punk scene. I lost Lynn and only saw her once in awhile.
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
1967 We were 9.
“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]
1975 We were 17.
“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 was about to turn 50 years old.
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.
Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist
Though I have pulled back on entering Film Festivals, it got too expensive, this was one of my favorites so far. It was so exciting to be acknowledged and get the Los Angeles Flipside Narrative out into the world.
I am proud of what I have accomplished for Flipside Fanzine’s narrative. Books, documentaries, pages, and sites.
My goal is very much completed and many of the items have been released into the world. Even T-shirts and other things as fun merchandising as DIY as I can be.
The intimacy I share is for me the best part of punk rock. A scene, music and a bunch of youths growing up into something that has inverted back into what we rebelled against in the first place.
So, my projects hold-up a time when being seen was a good thing, getting lost in a crowd was a sad thing. When bands and fans were one yet all unique at the same time. We all had a voice too.
How much has changed? Small shows can still be found. But the three-band deal are kind of gone.
Anyway, no projects on the back burner now… I am just drifting.
July 5 2023
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Public · Event · by Too Drunk To Watch – Punkfilmfest and Lichtblick-Kino Berlin
https://www.facebook.com/events/941119917013143
Dear Hudley,
Congratulations!
“TOO DRUNK TO WATCH” Punkfilmfest Berlin has updated the Judging Status of your submission Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film. to Selected.
In the belly of summer is not my favorite place to be. Yet a sparkle of accomplishment shines and I am happy for this acknowledgement.
I worked hard on telling the creation story of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. It holds a nutshell of honesty and how it was once. Fanzines helped the growing punk scene. The players who did it are just as important in the scheme of things.
A waiting game and it feels great. Berlin … wow.
#punkfilmfestberlin
A few years ago, I went to a local synagogue for an art event. An artist was giving a lecture on creation stories and art. I was amazed at the insight and reflection in his presentation, but it was how he finished his talk with our own personal creation story. He said,
“We can all render our own creation story as a painting, a poem… there are endless ways to tell a narrative of your life.”
I thought about my tenure as publisher, owner, editor of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. I was vague on the actual creation story for this fanzine.
Then it hit me hard to tell this narrative. So, I gathered the original staff, as many as could address the issue. X-8 declined which was sad to me for he was the actual creator of this fanzine. Al is not interested and seems he has fallen off the edge of the world. Pooch and Pete gave me a run around.
Al and I came up with a system that worked for us. You can ask someone once or twice to do something but never a third time…
“Just ain’t going to happen,”
We did it ourselves or someone else would jump in. That is how it was done.
This is how it was still done. Larry, Tory, and Mr. Tony were there to do it. Even Mike Ness was up for an interview. As we are old time buddies. Yet he did not pass the test… so I had to move forward.
I am very happy with what came forward with three honest great storytellers of the highest order in my mind. How grateful I am for a solid Los Angeles Flipside Creation Story.
I did a little research while in the process of achieving these interviews and how I presented them.
A little advice from my protagonist Michael Moore and even a tidbit from my nemesis the Rollins of Henry.
I read that Michael said you begin with what you have around you and Henry said, once in a documentary, that a lot of us did not keep or preserve our stuff and that upset him.
I started this narrative creation story with Michale’s advice, and I was happy to disappoint Henry with a positive to his negative. I have a lot of preserved stuff from my days as a fanatical fanzine journalist.
Hallelujah.
The details are not as important but I worked with Zoom, Adobe Premier Pro, and the many other little willy-nilly of doing it DIY and learning as you go.
As I say it not the best or the worst, creation narrative or Epeisodion yet it does tell a story…. Flipside Fanzine is all in the voice of a punk, band member or artist or the old dame sitting at the edge of the pub surfing her stool, like me!
Mission complete.
— with Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Narrative Documentary Film.
“TOO DRUNK TO WATCH” Punkfilmfest Berlin
Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist
I was thinking about what is left over from work done or from one’s own experience. This reflection often leads me to reminisce about a vivid scene from the Musical Film Paint Your Wagon, where a clever scheme is devised to gather all the gold that inevitably falls beneath the bars and saloons.
In this bustling world of miners, many suffer the unfortunate fate of losing their precious gold dust in the hustle and bustle of their daily lives. The image of them unknowingly parting with their hard-earned riches is striking, emphasizing how easy it is to overlook valuable aspects of our own experiences and endeavors.
It raises intriguing questions about the opportunities we may be missing, the hidden gold beneath the surface that we often disregard or take for granted. This clever scheme not only serves as a means to accumulate wealth but also a reminder that sometimes prosperity is found in the forgotten corners of our lives, a smart way to get rich or collect from what is unknowingly or unsparingly 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.
Cappen Jan Jake
CAPPEN JAN JAKE, A CORNISH TALE
BY WILLIAM HOWARD WATSON.
Republished by his Great Grand-daughter Holly Duval Cornell / Hudley Flipside.
The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing
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Wheal Gramper: Known as ‘wheals’ (Cornish for work/working) the instantly recognizable engine houses of the tin and copper mines sit near mine shafts, and there are over 200 of them dotted around the UNESCO Cornish Mining World Heritage Site
Cappen Jan Jake A Cornish Tale….
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).
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! ⭐️🏵️😸!
* 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.
“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 our collective human nature.
It says pencil in the competition. It is pencil, sharpie pen ink and watercolor.
https://www.greycubegallery.com/current-show/index.html
All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Reserved.
Intervention 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
Intervention
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 Intervention
A nice line up of bands…. really awesome… Thanks… and all my punk love and beyond.
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!
