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A safety pin from the Punk Rock God !!

 

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The Weirdos at Cobalt Café (rip) Canoga Park, CA pic by Hudley

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“Such knowledge is too wonderful

For me,

To wonderful for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I flee from your

Presence?

I go up to the heavens, you are

There;

If I make my bed in the depths,

You are there;

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

If I settle on the far side of the sea,

Even there your hand will guide me

Fast”

~Psalm 138:2 New International Version

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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.

As many others who were taken up by it, punk rock gave me a voice and said 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 pheromone of holy sound.. A spirit that rock & rolls around this planet. It is a rogue 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 records collectors, I salute you.

AMEN!!

So what is all this Mumbo 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 too”

Or

“I have to get up early the next day and take my kids to school!”

My heart aches and I feel guilty. I think upon what Ross Lomas from the punk band GBH said to me once,

“That is no excuse… I have seen punks on their death-bed at shows. If you are sick we can put you in a wheel chair and roll you back stage!!”

This is the punk rock accountability I was taking about. I have been but can no longer avoid The Weirdos because they are going to play a few blocks from my house.

“If I settle on the far side of the sea,

Even there your hand will guide me.”

This is a punk rock confessional!!

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Now for some oysters before the big meal….enthusiasm !!!

Weirdos Enjoy the BIG PUNK ROCK *1984 *the real deal * Flipside Fanzine radio *tape number eight.

This tape was released around 28 fucking years ago.  Where a  process of recording, organizing, mailing and airing  tapes live turned out to be a very 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 handled vast amount 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 ‘pobox  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.

(You must trust your eyes you’re not insane)

To Mr. Cliff Roman….

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Big Boots and Dancing

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X8, Hud and Al in San Fransisco Photo by Peter Landswick

 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’ve posted it a few time before. It contains a lineage of Flipside Fanzine characters who worked on issues. It has an interesting foresight to It.; from left to right is X-8, Hud and Al. The picture is taken by Peter Landswick. 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 kind of changing their places and goals. The original punk scene of LA was dying and a new one was forming.

In this picture X-8 represents the original punks of Los Angeles. Who were creative, loud and in your face! I fell into the scene later at this time as Hud and then of course Flipside Fanzine went on for 20 years with Al.

I like the texture and graphic perspective of this image. Pete is a wonderful photographer. This picture was taken at an alley in San Francisco when we were tagging the underground mod scene. The Specials and Madness were still unknown and as wild as any youthful band. I think it is the best time of crazy characters and wild, free adventures.

I was reading Generation X and trying to find Prince Buster 45s.

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Flipside Fanzine Catalog 1980s

Let’s face it … trees are doing much better now that the printing press is getting competition. The popularity of EBooks over paperback novels is a well know truth. Great for the trees!! Yet, there was a time, not so long ago, when the Xerox machine was just as revolutionary. I don’t want to bore you because all the knowledge you need is on your hand-held device. But not the experience…. I got that until I die over your so go screw!! I see a lot of the old Flipside Fanzine stuff online, all over the place. The shit hit the fan!! Collectors ask me questions which I do not want to answer. So here is the catalog, for a certain time and place, that may help you organize all that free and not so free Flipside shit out there. This is designed by yours truly a long time ago when I still had a period.

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Use it, abuse it, print it and then use it again, delete it or scream at it…. best yet, laughter may be the best medicine…it is for me. It was damn creatively dense back in my punker youthful days, like a star being pulled into to a black hole. This was not a theory or based on images or equations but shows what really happened. As a romantic, for me, experience trumps anything and everything… which is why I am surprised this is still around. Enjoy and it will help you put the puzzle together.

I mean, from all the randomly, bloody, ripped apart; images, videos and stuff from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine products. I put this catalog together because that was my job. A special time to have creative fun!

Flipside once was on the cutting edge of supporting and documenting a growing punk rock scene.

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Automated retail cheap to go at all gasoline stations.

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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!!”

 

 

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Punk Rock Humor and the girly girls…

“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

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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 Flipside Fanzine brings up memories and I find that I need to share these images with others.

A affirmation of reality and fun.

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Hong Kong Cafe China Town Los Angeles # 16 with Dee and Hilda. Hud on the lower right side looking on…fun times..

This picture is of Dee and Hilda who are on either side of a police officer in China Town at the Hong Kong Café. I think it is Punk Rock humor about Los Angeles Coppers.
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“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

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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; she said “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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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.

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Resurrection flowers of a waxing moon on November 2013. Last years flowers are looking mighty good this year…

When I go a looking for something if I start out Googling; I first type Yahoo.com. Yup I prefer YAHOO. Then it is to the music I go. Today I went to  KJazz 88.1 FM to find the song on my mind at about 7:40 am this morning. It is the jazz song by the Dave Brubeck Quartet called  Unsquare Dance.005 I needed to get it right. This was all done after I went shopping, and after I took the groceries to the car. Also it was done after I looked up to get in the car and saw someone take a picture of me with their hand-held device from their car. I caught him. He was in a SUV. He had on a hat with a small goatee on his chin. He was around 45 to 50 something. Very creepy

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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 uncup of my favorite coffee; Java Delight Donut Shop.

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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

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Tomorrow with The Crowd today…Limited Edition On Colored Vinyl… well it is limited on normal vinyl.

Jim Trash Flipside 20 Circle Jerks Hallowen Issue

Huntington Beach Scene Report by Michele Flipside , Jim Trash, Flipside 20, Circle Jerks Halloween Issue

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.

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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.

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Written sketch of downtown L.A. with two L.A.music men.

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Both guys… I respect. One I’ve know 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 and the other from a band while also currently promoting bands.

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 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. On Hill between 4th and 3rd the bar seemed silent and as we walked in past the bouncer; the bar echoed Mexican-American music. Going towards the back of course the music pulled us in and soon both of us were greeted by the birthday boy.

He put out his own fanzine promoting the scene he loved; The other was going to tour Australia which was his dream come true.

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.  Our birthday friend 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 now 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. Seeming closer now than then. Both guys were a couple blocks from each other last night; they both hold and continue to endure that something that binds us to the underground music scene of Los Angeles.

He  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 when 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 the cocktail waitress all moved tilted and noir before my sleepy eyes.

Pat Fear back to black…

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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. Demotion 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 of music and he let me know it too!!

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