A Reflective Subversion of a single Mustache

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Agent Hudley Flipside


“Who finked on me, how did they find out and why did I ever confess to such a thing….?”


Not for sale yet is part of my personal collection please do not share. Image /Copy from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Courtesy of Hudley Flipside


Muses. Each of the Muses—the patronesses of astronomy, comedy, dance, eloquence, epic, history, music, amatory poetry, and tragedy—artfully forms values by musing upon the goddess Memory who is her mother. We do not need to form our remembrances into art, as the painter Grandma Moses did in her old age, or into a novel, as Giuseppe di Lampedusa did in his. We need only to follow Memory’s daughters, musing over our memories and noticing how they take on significant shapes.

Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life . Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

SUBVERT…

It is a good time for tarot card readings. They tell me to sit back and reflect on nostalgia.

Pleasant Gehman’s tarot card reading site on Facebook is a good read every day to help me groove into a knowing place. Also, Doug Fitzsimmons and Jula Bell Liebi shared an image by Raymond Pettibon on Facebook. It got me grooving on more than a record. Got me thinking about something that happened years ago when Raymond Pettibon and Henry Rollins were pretty much unknown punks moving in an underground punk scene.

As for all the nerd collectors all over the place I am looking for a flyer that SST put out. That would make solid one of the funniest things that happened to me, “as one who caused considerable trouble.” Yet in truth we all caused considerable trouble. And we all bumped up against each other. Yet I thought I never heard of any nattiness from Raymond Pettibon he was always a gentleman I never heard a peep from him. Only his loudness by way of his humorous, sarcastic, and real art.

I have written about this before and mentioned something about it in my book. Yet it came forth and that is usually a sign to me to think about it again and share. Also, I would really like to find a copy of that flyer that SST put out. What it said in general was…

“….. and they hate the LAPD… and HUD….”

Hud is me. So, I remember reading it while driving to the Santa Monica Civic for a show. GBH and Black Flag were playing. The wind was strong with the whisper of,

“Did you hear Henry is looking for you, screaming for you Hud. He wants to kick your ass.”

I was amused but I remember why he would be mad. Seems we came out with an issue of Flipside and their new LP advertisement was in the issue. Slip It In. The cover being an original Raymond P.

Tracking back before the show. I was waiting around as we were going through the issue. Editing and going over the final details. I would often get bored. So, this is when I started to do my doodles in the issues. I was listening to ZoundZ when I did this doodle. ZoundZ – Subvert

I thought the cover was sexist and sick, so I did a subvert action at my work. I put a sharpie pen mustache on the art of the LP right before publication. Not thinking anyone would notice. Really for my own private satisfaction.

A pleasure that keeps on giving…

Funny thing they could dish it out but could not take it back… little boy Henry was blocked backstage from kicking my ass. Charged GBH were there to tell him to fuck off.

Yet what really only being a joke among friends was bent into a loss of the intimacy of the underground punk scene. I knew Raymond, Black Flag, and the Los Angeles Scene and beyond much longer than Henry. With this new element a big coldness was felt in the punk scene. Something was lost for me.

I guess some day I hope to see a little more humor than anger pertaining to this story. It is what disillusioned me the most towards the punk scene. I guess that is the motto of this story. It is a punk rock folk tale. Yet finding the flyer would make it more foundational.

The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them. If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. That is why we put these stories in each other’s memory. This is how people care for themselves. Because repetition is so tedious, we have gone far out for inspiration from philosophers so that we can lift it from banality. Nothing more tedious than practicing your scales or mumbling your beads. Yet the accomplishments of art, the efficacy of prayer, the beauty of ritual, and the force of character depend on petty repetitions any instant of which, taken for itself alone, seems utterly useless.

Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life . Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Muse Of Memory

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raymond_Pettibon

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SST_Records

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move lungs beating heart

The End

8: 14  Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountain.

Heart Sony camera
Heart

In college I always confronted the linear perspective. I would look to the center of everything naturally and then head backwards.

Centering” in the busy midst of a mercurial life. Hestia reminds Hermes that alone he has no focus to his vision: it’s all peripheral.   ~ James Hillman Kinds Of Power

Weaving back and forth is the only way to read Song of Songs.  I start with the center and then the end then go to the beginning… the focal point or the heart is always the way to understand sacred images, texts or art.

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Focus

The middle

5: 21  Beloved, slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

Solomon’s Song of Songs holds a creation-nature- motif and it is not about the beginning or end, it is in the process of in-between. This is not procrastination it is action undefined and moving. It is nonlinear. It moves as blood throughout our bodies: move lungs beating heart and it goes around and around. It jumps between Leo and Virgo then flies over to Pisces and is rammed by Aries.  Here we backtrack our footprints to our sun sign our heart our focal point.  Another word for this is retrospection.

Backward foot by Hudley
Water Block of foot by Hudley What do you see??

Beginning

1: 2-3 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth for your love is more delightful than wine. Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love you!

Solomon’s Song of Songs Beloved

The three pictures are taken in my backyard with my little amazing hand-held Sony camera…

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/09/writing-challenge-backward/

I pour my beer upon the earth…in celebration!!

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To  “the untamed divinities of nature-the oceans, the deserts, the magma at the earth’s core and the powers of storm and rain… the old pagan nature Gods [Goddesses] have not altogether been subdued by the world unification plans of god, the Economy.” James Hillman

The Dream And The Underworld by James Hillman

I love James Hillman. His book on dreaming helps us to understand the nature of dreaming.

James Hillman RIP!!

“The key here is indirection: if the soul wanders from the body in sleep, then our way of letting the soul return to concrete life must follow the same wandering course, an indirect meandering a reflective puzzling.” ~ James Hillman

I have not been able to sleep,  this is the time when my mind goes wild. I reflect on bad things done, mistakes, anger and people who I want to strangle. It is as if I hear these things whispered in my ear. This is the time when the shadow of our nature comes forth. Are these thoughts ours alone ? James Hillman tells us not to sedate ourselves at these times. He asks us to listen to the children of the night. Listen and ride the conversation.  He informs us that even during sleep we do not rest. Our mind goes on a journey into the underworld. Here is where a collective history blends with our own personal one. Our soul screams to be heard and we need to listen. Not from our intellectual classified mind but from the part of our mind where symbols express themselves through feelings and emotions, through creatively, suffering and blissful joy.