Punk Rock Historian, Colleague & Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Tag: Los Angeles Clubs
Sweet Maid
“Most people were in bands, if not they did magazines, records, owned stores did artwork etc… it was a scene that begged to be contributed to, and ripe with contributors… X-8 and Tory were in Low Budget, who made their Hollywood debut playing over the Dils at the Whisky, Larry Lashwas in a weird Quick sort of band, Pooch was in a progressive (!) band, and I was their friend, couldn’t play anything, but still wanted to be involved.”
- Al Flipside
Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Issue #1 August 2, 1977.
Cover of my electric punk guitar.
I am not a musician. Sure, as a kid I played my parents old player piano. I could hear a song and I then played it on that old lovely musical hardwood black upright piano. My mom got me an acoustic guitar when I turned 16. Along with it was a record to learn chords. I did not follow it through.
I appreciate the lyrics and the sound. I have a knack for listening to the song in a way that is so satisfying to me and as my life went on, I found others like myself. Journalists, fanzine writers and ‘scenesters’ who supported a growing musical world. I will leave the real musicians and their creative genius to themselves. I sure love to hear and feel their songs though.
My dream last night took me to a multilevel club. It had a front door and back door; it had a bar and an outdoor patio. It was very easy to access. I had booked a one-day event to perform. I had my old guitar with me at all times. A guitar a band member gave me, and we had cut out the “Quaker Maid” milk symbol from a large ‘sheet metal sign’ to place on the front of my guitar.
Why I pulled that old guitar I had from the 80s into my dream seems strange to me. I also had my old fender amp.
There was a small stage in the bar where I practiced. Realizing I did not have a clue what I was doing. Yet when I touched my sweet maid, it made a loud punk sound. I thought this to myself while dreaming,
“I am going to go on stage here and play for my friends. Not having a clue what I am doing, I will just improvise … like I always do,”
The first person who greeted me at the door was Shawn Stern. He was drinking a beer and seemed very happy. Then as I walked through the club. The club was peppered with many characters, and I thought to myself,
“I will play a chord from my sweet maid and then read something from an editorial from an old issue of Flipside. Maybe this can be a spoken word event with improvised guitar sounds?”
Hudley, Glen E. Friedman, Shawn Stern, Lee Ving. Taken from Let Them Know 2008; The Story of Youth Brigade and BYO Records. /Stern Brothers.
Outside on the patio I sat with a couple of gals who were talking about another show. I was cool with that and then walked in Cliff Roman.
“The guys at that show were wearing TUXEDOS.”
He had a upside down smile on his face when I smiled at him as I was holding my sweet maid. Cliff was wearing all black with a big oomphy black sweater.
I realized I was at a club without my mask on. It felt so good to be out and about again. No fear and happy to be hanging out at a club again with others.
Then I awoke. I don’t go out to events much now. It seems like I still do in my dreams all the time. This punk rock thing is deep in my psyche!
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The Avengers, the Dils and the Alley Cats.
In memory of Jimmy Wilsey
Sunday May 26, 2019.
The Avengers, The Dils and The Alley Cats + many special guests (A Celebration of the Life of Jimmy Wilsey) at Echoplex
Before the show I went to an Italian Restaurant nearby. I sat at the bar and had a Guinness and a plate of pasta.
Part of my DNA
It will be the time to join with punk comrades and celebrate our originators and characters of the early California punk scene. The Avengers, the Dils and the Alley Cats.
Before The Avengers went on a DJ at the event played The Saints – (I’m) Stranded. The sound went on and I swear the earth moved as the song grabbed my spine… an earthquake…. it was a Saints’ Hallelujah “amber” moment.
Just got this from a friend… a nice treat that makes life bearable. (signed copy and 2024 November The Saints Tour)
Once someone dies, their life becomes a story, infinite, Like a song forever more.
Back then it was a tight underground, alternative punk rock scene. Bands were unclassified and their songs unique. I found myself melting into a wild alchemy of youths that had something new to say.
We were finding our voice. All the unknown characters were there. Nobody creates a scene alone. Seeing punk bands during the early Los Angeles punk scene, I was not always aware of all the members in the band.
Instead, the feel of drums, bass and guitar grabbed me into a wild joyful submission. After a few times seeing a band, the lyrics and the vocals brought depth and understanding to any band’s song.
I was shaking to the sounds, wanting to go to all the shows. After getting involved with Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine all the players, in the bands, became focused and clear. I listened to their voices.
I got to know them on a personal level. I went from being a face in the crowd to writing about punk bands and getting to know band members as friends.
The sound of the Avengers was my grounding or anchoring into that early punk scene. Those first days I awoke……
It was fantastic! The Dils I learned about indirectly through other Flipside staff writers.
The Alley Cats was the band, they were the heart of the early punk scene which I got to know the best at that time.
Jimmy was a part of that scene.
I did not know him personally but indirectly. Yet his sound moved me into states of wild frenzy. I am grateful for all the vinyl records that contain that story, song, or sound of our youthful rebellion. Of Jimmy’s youthful rebellion.
Yet a “live” band is always best. It is great to still be here, currently, part of our punk rock history. Thanks to Randy and Penelope for letting me speak today. To show my love and respect.
We were wild and knew all the songs by heart by The Dils, The Alley Cats and the Avengers.
I will be there handing out some badges joining in the event in memory of our youthful rebellion that is still the heartbeat of this crazy continuity of punk rock that still drives our DNA onward.
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Got to sing along, scream along to this one…
RIP Chris Bailey and Algy Ward
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Promotional Post for the last My Punk@lullaby, Journal Four
Journal number Four not for sale anymore.
Now merged into a memoir My Punkalullaby
The Tape Recorder Issue. I dedicate this journal to the one and only tape recorder we used at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. 1979 – 1989.
On the cover is one of my favorite pics of the early punk scene with Subhumans (Canadian Band) and Samoans. Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Gary and Jim. I am holding Flipside’s tape recorder. Picture by Al Flipside.
Journal One – Four
also out now…
Just click on image to purchase.
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Irrelativity
“…Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I find comment ’bout my looks irrelativity,
Think I’ll go and have some fun,
‘Cos it’s all for free.
I’m not searching for a reason to enjoy myself…,”
– Yardbirds
Had one of those dreams of being back at the scene of the 1980s. A club morphed into a Golden Voice show! The tight feelings were there of knowing all the bands and the characters and players! Jim Kaa of the Crowd was talking in my ear when brother Gus showed up. We are not talking these days, but in this dream, we approached each other for a forgiving hug when I turned into myself. How I look now.
I asked myself if I had the password to get into the show? I said it does not matter because I am in and not going anywhere!
Lots of guys from bands were roaming around! I was consciously aware enough to dig being back in the middle of things. Running around and being part of what was happening…like everyone else there! My scene, my friends, something to offer and cover! Al approached me; we then were at an adjoining Chinese restaurant. We were shooting the breeze! I was wondering where the bar was ’cause a cold beer sounded good to ease my social tension!
Al Flipside had a new computerized contraption that took pictures, recorded bands, and interviewed bands; ready for documenting the whole scene. All from a large black computer book!
He was on the cutting edge and creative as usual. As we were eating our noodles a band came on! Al said he had to go see about a band. I told him go ahead I will watch over your noodles until you get back!!
I awoke from the dream with a missing feeling of belonging once to a music scene that was overwhelming wild and unpredictable. I was spoiled then! My heart will always mourn those days of youthful rebellion!
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Sociology of Punk Rock Presentation for Whittier College
Punk rock Memorial Day… this is one of my first presentations and it just happened to be at Whittier college.
I presented this at Whittier College, a place that holds special significance, as it is in celebration of the very roots where Flipside was created and published. Nestled within the little sleepy town of Whittier, California, known as the home of Richard Nixon and once a thriving Quaker farming community, the essence of this town is steeped in history. Underneath the nice façade of this quaint little community were some rebels with a musical cause, fiercely enthusiastic about the sounds that resonated from the underground.
A handful of guys and gals, driven by their love for music, came together to challenge the status quo and creatively made things happen in a unique way, pushing boundaries and inspiring others. Anyhow, this is not just a recollection but the ongoing story of my time served, a lazy yet impactful little folktale about Flipside Fanzine that captures the spirit of a unique era in music and community, where art and rebellion intertwined seamlessly, leaving a lasting legacy that still echoes today.
This is my celebration at Whittier College.
Thanks goes to Jeffrey Gunn and Students who inspired me to present this… and to my children’s children who may want to know what the old woman did when she was a kid. Ha Ha!!
Before using professional software, I relied on PowerPoint for presentations.
Sociology of Punk Rock Presentation
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All About A Song III big gorilla
One band I have seen live more than Charged GBH and The Adolescents are The Dickies; how many times,’ who knows but close to the stars in the Milky Way. An excellent band and even if Leonard Graves Phillips blocked me from his Facebook site, I will always love his band and one song in particular, You Drive Me Ape.
I remember in the late seventies and early eighties the Pogo, jumping up and down as on a Pogo stick, was still part of the punk rock experience. You Drive Me Ape was the perfect song to Pogo too. The audience, at a Dickie’s show, all jumped up at certain times in the song…it is enthusiastic musical ecstasy. A belly full of beer guaranteed to be sweat-off at the end of a Dickies set.
And even though I have arthritis in my lower spine due to Pogoing to songs like this one: I won’t harbor any ill feelings against this band or their songs!! It is just part of the old punk rocker battle cry…. of wild punks gone by. The Dickies a San Fernando Valley Punk band adored by a San Fernando Valley gala, you big gorilla!!
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Helen Wrote…about Dead Clubs!!
Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant
~ Hudley Flipside
Recently, a few of our Los Angeles Clubs have closed or are in the process of transforming. All generations or music scenes go through these changes. Owners and promoters come and go. Yet what is happening now seems as revolutionary as when the underground scene claimed these clubs as their own. I speak from the late 70s to now because it is nothing new. I just hope that the youngsters will continue finding and creating a scene that comes from their rebellion. Technologies have changed everything!
We no longer go to shows to make friends and find support like we once did. We don’t need fanzines anymore or a band’s creative flyers. These are for the old-time collectors. Gamers and hand-held devices are changing the world.
It is something we all have to work out, because it can’t be what it used to be. Festivals are a nightmare from my perspective. No one can ever bring this particular youthful music scene back… no matter how anyone tries to ‘Viagra’ it. I find joy in reflecting back on this time.
I am presenting an extremely wonderful article by Flipside Fanzine’s Roving Reporter Helen Jewel. It is a good read. Ya might have to squint your eyes or zoom in a great deal to read it; I invite you to be amazed. Enjoy the patina of the original Flipside Fanzine. It has aged a lot. Again, Thank you Helen. I appreciate you much more now than I ever did then!!
From Issue Number 37 the mid-1980s. Dead Clubs by Helen Jewel
(With a little help from her friends!)
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Coyote Green Stone Story
This story needs to be told about what my friend Coyote is doing this year. His story is hounding me to be told and so Coyote blows his ideas in the mist falling as humid drops on my eyelids.
“Coyote how are you and your children handling this hot weather? Are you going to come down and eat our cats and drink water from our drained sprinkler juice?”
“No, we have it good this year!”
“OH?”
“In the Santa Monica Mountains we have found a cave that goes down into the underground earth. We have a fresh running spring there. Sheltered and running clear, but darkly moving among green moss, black rocks and falling into indigo pools for drinking.”
“Sounds beautiful!”
“We stay down here during the day. It is cool. We have amethyst crystals, rubies and green stones growing in some of the caves down in the earth.”
“Rubies that seems a little credulous to take in Coyote? I know you are a trickster!!”
“Just tell my story and let others judge for themselves!”
“Did I hear a bit of a growl in your statement Coyote?”
“There are wild places still, is what I am yawning to you. We go out at night to play under the moon and scratch our backs on tree trunks!”
Hopefully Coyote is happy now!!
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Round-Up 30-minute Maniac
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
2014 Post
“…and those of you in the balcony can just rattle your jewelry.” ~John Lennon
Cause no one needs a fanzine anymore…
Originally a 2014 post I was 56 and youngest son was 14. Now I am 64 and he is going to college at 22. The bands are still playing around the massive kaleidoscope exposition of festivals. I watch them explode and march on from town to town, city to city and country to country.
The punk festivals are grandiose to see happening. Fun for the bands yet this little fanzine gal can’t go back to being a face in the crowd during a time of a terrible pandemic with an ‘ebb and flow’ which is rather unpredictable.
I am glad I got to see them before festivals became a phenomenon of big and bigger shows with long and longer lists of bands. Or even the weird funky boat cruises. It leaves me a bit perplexed yet I can listen to the music anytime and my “amber moments” are still in my brain as fresh and palpable moments of a once punk scene.
Mockingly and nasty, as we stood in line in front of the Fonda Theater marquee, an older man on a bike wheeled by yelling,
“Ha ha maybe forty years ago!”
Saturday Night 2014 Hollywood,California
My son and I were standing in line. In front of us was a twenty-year-old and in back a couple about my age. These punk shows bring out the underground punk community. The good and disgusting levels. I love it so much my head almost burst.
01 – race against time 0:00
02 – knife edge 2:45
03 – lycanthropy 5:00
04 – necrophilia 7:34
05 – sick boy 9:33
06 – state executioner 12:06
07 – dead on arrival 14:39
08 – generals 12:18
09 – freak 19:37
10 – wardogs 22:06
11 – city baby attacked by rats 23:37
12 – City babys revenge 26:13
Smiling Punk woman and son Shyane at 14
Last night I could hardly make it through Lycanthropy while fighting off some guy who wanted to continually throw my son up on stage. Even though son seemed to like it. He said,
“I saw Colin’s face flash by me.“
Up front the stage was hot. All were intimated by the solar flares of sun burning in the Fonda Theater. A halo hot sauna of extreme is how it was there. A full house.
The 5th Wave at the Fonda Theater pic by Hudley
The 5th Wave slashed the theater with some questionable lyrics, mixed with saxophone and trombone ska. Excellent! Their fans shining. I was very impressed by the courtesy of the young punk women this evening.
A smile was easily shared and that communal feelings of a punk rock community ran in my heart. Strangely different from my generation. I was very impressed indeed. A lot of women in groups and alone gave me hugs for having a son with me.
I hope son takes advantage of this when he gets beyond my reach, because now he has a silence about him that I respect.
The ADS were so satisfying I cried. I love them and again always superimposed images from over the years blended with the reality of now. Fast songs have matured nicely into longer ones. Remarkable! As Steve Soto was there still playing his original sound.
GBH were wild as they always are. Yet, they were a little rushed. I hear it is an intense tour. Colin’s voice was hoarse, yet it was hard to tell over the audience singing their songs. Colin made a stab at the fans in the balcony who were not moving.
Who were just sitting there as being lazy and with other critiques? I don’t know why so many young punks came up to me trying to exchange my receipt with theirs so they could sit in the balcony. It all was a bit confusing from my perspective.
Fun and eye-opening show with the usual subtle instilled words for those listening!!
We enjoy our punk rock community…so go screw Mr. Bike man over 50! This 50 something year old loves it still!!
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A safety pin from the Punk Rock God !!
(New edit 3/17/2023)
RIP Dix Denney
The Weirdos at Cobalt Café (rip) Canoga Park, CA. Aug. 2014
“Such knowledge is beyond my reach. Where could I go from your Spirit, or escape your presence? If I ascend to heaven or descend to the depths, you are there. Even across the sea, your hand will guide me.”
~Psalm 138:2 New International Version
My heart aches and I feel guilty. I think upon what Ross Lomas bass player for the punk band GBH said to me once,
“That is no excuse… I have seen punks on their deathbeds at shows. If you are sick, we can put you in a wheelchair and roll you backstage!!”
Ironically, this quote from Psalms is how I feel about Punk Rock. Exactly! How can this be? Is Punk Rock God to me? Yes, it is, in a sense it is to me. Where can I go from the punk rock spirit? It is true it will not let me forget it! If I make my bed in the depths, punk rock is there.
Like many others who were taken up by it, punk rock gave me a voice and spoke.
“Do it.”
If Punk Rock is dying to popular culture, this has no bearing on me. Punk Rock is an accountable community.
Punk Rock is a cultural underground musical phenomenon of holy sound. A spirit that rocks & rolls around this planet. It is a rogue wave that generates change. However, you plug into it, Punk Rock is a continuity that identifies a generation and so moves on in different ways.
I may not always be true to it; I often hide from it…but when I try to… it finds me again. I rise on the wings of dawn. Inspired and filled with that spirit of Punk Rock again.
I was enlightened in an alley, where beer, anarchy and music became my God.
To those that are vastly superior …those in bands, fans and, that strange brew called record collectors, I salute you.
AMEN!!
So, what is all this Mambo Jumbo about? One of the original Los Angeles Punk Rock bands is playing around. I have been avoiding them.
“That club is too far to drive to.”
Or
“I have to get up early the next day and take my kids to school!”
My heart aches and I feel guilty.
This is the punk rock accountability I was talking about. I have been absolutely avoiding but I can no longer look the other way!
The Weirdos are going to play a few blocks from my house.
“If I go far across the sea, your hand will still guide me.”
This is a punk rock confessional.
Now for some oysters before the big show …. enthusiasm!
Weirdos Enjoy the BIG PUNK ROCK 1984 the real deal
Flipside Radio Tape Number Nine.
This tape was released around 38 years ago. Where a process of recording, organizing, mailing, and airing tapes live turned out to be an extraordinarily successful project indeed !!… Wow!! Projects took some time back in the 1980s. All sent through our post office box. The Flipside post office was a busy place in Whittier California.
One little, tiny post office box oversaw vast number of gifts. Which consisted of records, mail, ads, and money. It was like Christmas every day. Then there was the Post Office Master. A lady that I hated at first but who turned out to leave little gifts for us in our P.O. Box each Christmas season. She thought we were weird at first with our wild ways… but later she became a part of our unofficial crew in her own dependable way. Enjoy a cameo appearance by Henry Rollins.
A punk rock musical narrative a year of cutting edge punk 1984. A very good year.
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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.
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Automated retail cheap to go at all gasoline stations.
Today while driving I noticed the intensity. People rushed and gave the finger; as well as myself. I don’t do it out of meanness but I try to mock it up with both hands held up to my ears while wiggling them. I always try to get them to smile. Amazed that we all get along as well as we do on our Southern California roads. I think we should replace cigarette automated retail machines with funny faces in a little plastic sealed cup. At all gasoline stations. Cheap little bobbing fuck you fingers made to suction to the back of the inside of your car. Collectables, as vinyl records, to be sold at some future date at some off beat swap meet. Let’s face it most of you out there are nasty drivers who project your frustrations from your car. Monsters of the road. The happy clown nose, the green alien fuck you finger or the cat showing you a butthole. Maybe little guns that shot out, “Be cool,” “get down,” or the big shaft “Motherfucker!!” For those of us who are good at heart there are the multitude of happy faces which you can suction to your head, “Get out of my way have a nice day,” “Gosh you can go screw,” and “Love is more punk rock than you!!”
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/vending-wishes/
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Punk Rock Humor and the girly girls…
Punk Rock Historian & Colleague and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
“And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
Today is a day of going back and falling into another time of my life. It happens a lot at the age of 56. I was thinking about older age and youth. I have much more experience at being young then being older. Each day I wonder about what to do next.
With all the experience I have this is amazing to me. I can open the many doors from my past and jump in. I get pulled in like gravity too. I am closer to the stillness of my center now. As in a maṇḍala, which is basically a round image with the center within. Me.
Time seems slow and reflective. I don’t feel the need to grasp the ring from the merry-go-round. I feel like I am in Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death (1969). Like Billy Pilgrim I am in a place where I time travel back and forth.
Though my Tralfamadorians are silent and the only time I have a view of the future is by insight or in some vague dream. My punk rock life is on the same track.
Diving into each back issue of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine brings up memories and I find that I need to share these images with others.
A affirmation of reality and fun.
The picture below is of Dee and Hilda who are on either side of a police officer in China Town at the Hong Kong Café. Lower right girl looking straight on is me.
I think it is Punk Rock humor about Los Angeles Coppers.
“Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Hong-Kong-Cafe-China-Town-Los-Angeles/85219892243
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Red: Heaven in Hell’s despair
“Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.”
~ William Blake
The colors became dark. The night air and clubs filled with dark colors and darker tattoos. She remembered when bright colors expressed the vibrant nights in contrast to the dark nights and loud music. To bring the bright colors back was a problem for her.
Bright lipstick and red pants. The joy of watercolors on paper brought the essence of the flowers to life. Why not on her round body, green, purple, and red were the colors she wanted to wear!
She would put the colorful colors of clothing on her body before going out, but at the last-minute took them all off, slipping into her dark cloths again. She put on her old ripped and torn clothing to blend into the crowd. She was hiding her light and cravings for color.
Her friend told her once,
“don’t be afraid to show yourself, and don’t care what anyone thinks…it is you that you have got to please!!”
Tonight, is the night she wore her red pants, black shoes with open toes and a black shirt with a bright red logo. She put the red lipstick on her pale lips.
Another friend told her once to wear lipstick.
“Wear lipstick no matter what. You can get away with skipping all the other makeup, but lipstick is a must. It brings color to your face, and it makes you look finished.”
The night was dark, but her red pants, lips and band-logo were anything but!!
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Unsquare Uncup
The writer prefers using Yahoo for searches. After shopping and bringing groceries to the car, they went online to find a jazz song called Unsquare Dance by the Dave Brubeck Quartet, which they heard on KJazz 88.1 FM around 7:40 am. While doing this, they noticed a man in an SUV, aged 45 to 50, taking a picture of them, which they found creepy.
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
The Book of Thel, Thel’s Motto
(1789–1792)
~ William Blake
Resurrection flowers of a waxing moon on November 2013. Last years flowers are looking mighty good this year…
I eat meat, fish and vegetables. My philosophy is~ we have all killed and been killed; we have all eaten and been eaten. This is the continuity of life, death and rebirth and today I feel like shining. I hope to do it a little bit better each time around.
Before I looked up this song and after I went shopping and put my grocers in the car seeing a strange man take a picture of me; I went crazy in the kitchen. I cooked up some scallops , sesame seeds, yellow squash and zucchini.
I made black forest bacon and scallops without wooden spears to make my treat. I highlighted this all with some San Luis Obispo garlic sourdough bread and a uncap of my favorite coffee; Java Delight Donut Shop.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/06/daily-prompt-searching/
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Tomorrow with The Crowd today…Limited Edition On Colored Vinyl… well it is limited on normal vinyl.
Big Fish Stories by The Crowd. Came on the scene around the early 90s I believe.
When The Crowd hit the California punk scene it was something special and all the punk chicks had their eyes on Jim Trash [Jim Decker]. He was not the usual Hollyweird kind of guy. He was a surfer punk; Young, tan and entertaining. The Infamous Gerber may have had her ways with him too; believe me he crossed my eyes a few times as well. It was a time before slamming when the pit was filled with the Pogo, dancing, and having fun ruled the scene.
This is the record, vinyl, LP being pulled from the dark closet today. It is a Flipside Record that is not included in the current Crowd Discography. So for those of you stimulated by the phenomenon of the erecting punk rock nostalgia you might find this LP climatic and even orgasmic.
Big Fish Stories by The Crowd. Came on the scene around the early 90’s I believe.
Jim Decker- vocals, Jay Decker-Bass, Dennis “Bug” Walsh – Drums,
James Kaa- Guitar. Produced by The Crowd with Steve Kempster at Headwaay Studios
Limited Edition On Colored Vinyl… well it is limited on normal vinyl.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/weekly-writing-challenge-music/
http://recordcollectorsoftheworldunite.com/artists/crowd/crowd.html
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Two L.A. Music Men
Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudey Flipside
Remembering friends Joe Doherty and Bob Cantu on their birthdays.
Though their birthdays are on different days, today is Bob’s birthday.
I remembered this post I did on an interesting night.
La Cita Bar and The Redwood Bar & Grill
Both guys… I respect. One I’ve known for twenty-five years; the other I have known six. Both have roots deep in the underground music scene of Los Angeles; one a fanzine journalist, Flipside Fanzine and Baby Jeepers, and the other is singer for Jughead’s Revenge.
At night, the buildings of light merged along the Hollywood freeway. The fast-moving river of car lights of red and white screamed a colorful expression to the low foggy clouds above.
Clubs, restaurants, movies and driving home from work; happy hour peaked in the city! Cars stopping too quickly, and others were slicing in front to get by as the strong current of cars raced towards the Broadway exit.
The lost shadow of Bunker Hill and Angel’s Flight whispered a Déjà Vu of voices among the unknown new buildings standing tall near and around the Angelus Plaza.
Parking was good past 8 PM and walking on Hill St. with my old black boots gravitated with familiar strides of a dark night. This October night was quiet, off and a bit tilted. Noir, unfamiliar and vexed I felt a blend between the femme fatale and the innocent unaware woman.
Joe Doherty, Jerry A. (aka Jerry Lang) Poison Idea, Edward Colver & Karin Swinney, Hudley Flipside, Demi Lishen-Girl (Mary). At The ScotlandYard Pub Canoga Park. Is Canoga Park a good area? 2009?
While drinking beers, gazing above at the three giant buildings dancing lazily in the foggy clouds, I felt secure in the iron fence outdoor patio.
Joe recommended the classico margarita. I’m sure that this place, this bar, and this drink are known by many. It was a tasty drink and it lingered on my taste buds as we said our goodbye and walked to the next bar on 2nd Street.
Funny as I grow older how I feel time bends. What seems so long ago; what I wanted to run from then, now bends and reaches back towards me. Finding me again. Seeming closer now than it once was.
Both guys were a couple blocks from each other that night; they both hold and continue to endure a musical something that binds us to the underground music scene of Los Angeles. Beholding to the music scene.
Bob put out his own fanzine promoting the scene he loved; Joe was going to tour Australia which was his dream come true.
Bob was standing at the entrance to the bar. Our friend quickly stamped our wrists before we knew it. We did not plan to go there. We talked and moved inside the club. My appetite was soon satisfied with one of the best club-hamburgers around. Sweet ranch dressing, french fries and beer; loud live music, smoky leather jackets and a cocktail waitress all moved tilted and film noir before my sleepy eyes.
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Pat Fear back to black.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
Pat Fear
“There are two kinds of people in the world, people who are in White Flag and all those who wish they were.”
He is rascal, part of the youthful scene that we punks were made from! Those microbial bats of Rock & Roll. A jokester that played his music the way he wanted to. He is a friend and youthful comrade that always was there. A few years back I got to see White Flag rock out a Saint’s song. Demolition Girl. (He knew that was a favorite song of mine.)
That was Pat always making his friends happy and irritated at the same time.
He wrote and recorded the Flipside Fanzine theme song that is used on a few of the Flipside records and videos which are now free trolling through-out the internet.
The last time I spoke with him was backstage at the Golden Voice 30-year gig at the Santa Monica Civic.
He was part of the sexy black lace that held the original puck scene together. I will miss him. He overwhelmed me with his knowledge about music, and he let me know it too!!
From Los Angeles Fipside Fanzine
To the left of me is “Bill” Bartell / Pat Fear. I had not seen many of my old punk comrades in years, so I was a little shy when I took the shot. Notice there are strange looks on their faces.
Bill annoyingly kept saying. “Smile look who is taking the picture, it’s Hud, you all remember Hud?”
I was so embarrassed and a little drunk but most of them did. If you know their faces you know who they are. It was a strange time because I did not know how I would be greeted. Most of the guys in bands and the promoters and artists treated me swell.
Others, like Mike Ness of SD were hiding in their backstage room, which was only available to some. A real change for him who once was very real and accessible in the early punk scene. Pat never changed he was always accessible more than you wanted. I felt a lack of freedom those few nights.
I once had the privilege of knowing the backstage very well as a Fanzine person. Now, I was not allowed to go backstage as one who caused considerable trouble.
I was limited and only was allowed in a type of buffer zone with a hand full of others… it was a sad reality of how things were becoming, which is a less personal punk scene and more Rockstars or impersonal. It once was so different.
The focus was on the individual or friend, scene, or community. Well that is why we now have Facebook, I guess.
Hub Master: Pat Fear.
As you know Pat was a force to deal with. He lived in Riverside which was not far from Whittier Ca where Flipside Fanzine was based. Flipside put out a few music vinyl fanzines on Flipside / Gasatanka Records.
Pat was the hub master and helped bring it all together. Was it only a few years ago I argued on Facebook about his hate for Sahara Palin?
I would ask him to slow down and redirect his energy. White Flag played a show with the Simpletons around 2008. They played a Saints Song, Demolition Girl. A nice dedication to me. Yet that was Pat… he always tried to make his friends happy.
He was humorous in an irritating and funny way. He had the gift of inclusion. He is a constellating hub across time which brings us all here together today.
I will read some quotes by White Flag Tape 6 Flipside Music Fanzine.
I will try to read them the way White Flag said them. Pat Fear’s high degree of sarcasm. This is a White Flag moment. “What is the purpose of White Flag?”
“To create an illusion of creativity. Because we are too good to be believed.”
“White Flag is a band that’s done everything done before… but better.”
“There are two kinds of people in the world, people who are in White Flag and all those who wish they were.”
“White Flag is more than just a band it is a concept of how to live your life.”
“We look like women, talk like men, and play like mother fuckers. (Twisted sister quote.)”
Pat wrote a theme song for our video fanzines. I would like to share a short description from our catalog describing the beginning of Flipside Video Number Two,
“Now if you want to see the good old video monster in action you just got to catch this video. So, if you get it, and put it in your VCR, you might just die.
Because the opening Flipside Video Number Two is the band White Flag. Gutsy and pure, Pat Fear will knock your block off while he plays guitar for the opening theme song called “Flipside” with backup singers including some Redd Kross members and one Bangle member.”
Dennis Danell, Pat Fear and Mike Conley, The PUNK HUB MASTERS Talk 2017.
Something sexy for him..
Edited today 9/24/22…. i was so sad when I first wrote this up… RIP
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Brother butt is it art?
Comic relief… and the side kick Mr. Fuck still lives in our bomb shelter. He comes out once in a while when he needs things like a shot of whiskey or some split pea soup.
I remember one day waiting for the stores to open. I was parked in-front of an Art Store. I knew the joint was closed but watched a guy go up to the door and pull on it.
Before he did this he tossed his cigarette butt to the ground. Once he found out the place was closed he went looking for it on the dirty asphalt jungle street.
I watched as he looked for it, found it and picked it up. It was still hot and he walked away smoking it. This image is inspired by the man and the cigarette butt…
Glory hallelujah!!
FLopside Comcis Extreme, thrilling, and risky – The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing
