Los Angeles Flipside Fanizne Issue 32. The Flipside Collection, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Library & Archives.

Some great bands in this issue and some wonderful memories. Yet as you know my goal is to bring in the Los Angeles Flipside Flipside narrative. My mission. As I find Flipside Fanzine things cut-up I reunite and make whole.

This is a good narrative and thanks to Pat and Ann it has a nice finish.

To D. Boon on his birthday one of the “cult’ov58.” He would be 66 today. Joy abounds and memories shared, I just try and be less clinging and more inclusive in the overwhelming love of our original punk rock wild people.

Photo by Al Flipside.

Flipside Fanzine # 32 Minutemen Cover at the Whisky A Go Go’s upstairs Bathroom July 1982. We wrote “In the issue and bands” on the wall of the bathroom at the Whisky A Go Go.

Reference Number ARC-0451

Level of description collection

Title Flipside Collection

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The Flip Side Collection consists of ephemera related to Los Angeles’ Flip Side fanzine, including 20 stickers with seven different designs, business cards, a distribution letter and flyer, a Fanzine Nation letter, photocopy of an article by Jeff O’Neill in the Rio Hondo College publication El Paisano entitled “Punk Rock: The Sick Shall Inherit the Earth” from February 24, 1978, and the Summer 2012 issue (#45) of Colorado’s Dagger fanzine that contains an interview with Flip Side staffers Patrick DiPuccio and Holly Hudson [Holly Kowalewski, Holly Cornell]. Also included in the collection is a document created by donor DiPuccio describing the items in the collection at length. The Flip Side Collection provides a business context to the fanzine. Seen in a broader context, the collection highlights the do-it-yourself aesthetic of 1970s punk fanzines and illustrates their evolution into the new millennium.

Curiosity of Pat DiPuccio

This is a picture of Pat or “Pooch” at the Library in front of a giant mural there. Image taken by his wife Ann.

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Library & Archives

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Staph 1977 to 1989 Those Who Caused Considerable Trouble

Rock Fight Curated By Timothy White

The event was a dualistic creative assembly of many works from photographers,

or …

A pub is where the heart is, in case you have lost it.

Been staying local for some time but territorial pissing can be a drag, so tonight was a dash to do something different on a whim.

An invitation, art and continuity of friendship aroused those taking a risk feeling again.

Yes, the 101 freeway was heavy with traffic at 5:30 PM; but we could use the extra time to find a place to park.

Easing the stress with a pint before the event is always a reasonably social thing to do. So around the corner was a delightful Pub with a kind hearted giant bouncer hanging outside the door.

Guinness will do thank you or maybe a Firestone.

We arrived there early but the rats from the press smelled the cheese first. When we came back to the event a bouncer was courteous and remembered us.

The photographs were large, clean, and in your face. The general motif was a compare and contrast between boxers and musicians. The event was a dualistic creative assembly of many works from photographers.

The building was rather small but was filled to the rim with a mixture of all ages; video cameras and technology galore with the usual turned up nose.

The heart the host lacked must have been misplaced, even though he gets credit for being accessible.

I watched as youngsters bathed in his lecturing discourse like he was a professor of something. I gave him a handshake and hug.

He didn’t seem to understand that the images on the wall were all from 25 something or more years ago, just like both of us.

The heart the host lacked must have been misplaced because the bouncer at the pub around the corner had a heart. He glowed with integrity, muse, and love.

Yes, lost by the host of this event. Too bad because overall we had a great time.

I am getting a taste in my mouth for another event like this one…soon.

Carlos Palomino In Training by Theo Ehret. and Mike Ness by Edward Colver

George Foreman Training for The Rumble In The Jungle by Theo Ehret and Iggy Pop by Ebet Roberts.

Host without a Heart Henry Rollins

Hedgemon Lewis and Armando Through The Ropes by Theo Ehrel and Elton John by Berrie Wentzell

Sid Vicious By Bob Gruen, Dallas circa 1978.

Mil Mascaras The Original Luchadore by Theo Ehret and Debbie Harry/ Pink by Bob Gruen

All images of this event are taken by Hudley Flipside edited to black and white for this layout only, The original images are full color. Except for the heartless one.

The Paisley Underground

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside.

Posted on 6 Apr 2013

The Three O’ Clock are playing at the Glass House tonight in Pomona CA. which is more than an hour and 7 minutes from where I live, but with traffic much more on the way there. This means if I want to drink some beer that is a hell of a risk that I would be taking on the way back, late in the wee hours of morn.

Ya, when I was a youngster nothing would stop me from seeing my favorite bands. Critical thinking has really ruined my fun life. I feel blessed that I saw this band many times in my youth. They are a unique band who are now associated with the Paisley Underground; but they got their momentum from the early Los Angeles underground punk rock scene. We loved them. Their music dazzled us.

They once called themselves the Salvation Army.

As the story goes, I was very nasty to them when they changed their name. I apologize now with all my heart… also about the religious candle too with Jesus on it. I made fun of it at Mr. Ricky Start aka Michael Quercio parents’ home.

I am sorry. The Bangs (Bangles) and The Salvation Army rained hard on the Los Angeles punk rock scene in the early 80s. It was always changing, a penumbra of style and ideologies. We were all growing up together.

This is when I learned that just because you loved a band, supported a band and offered them free promotion did not mean you had any rights to how they saw life.

I found out the hard way. A band could drop you like a hot potato. Some did…but there were always other bands coming along that needed some help.

Thanks goes to Christina Zamora for the psychedelic pictures taken at the Glass House

I’ve included an interview from Flipside Fanzine with The Three O’ Clock from their earlier years as Salvation Army. What they had to say is remarkably interesting too. Also, I am sharing a little psychedelic weirdness with you the reader. Salvation Army is on the cover of this issue.

The advertisement on the back cover of Flipside 30 is Shattered Faith.

Yes, both bands are playing on the same night which is kind of interestingly out there. Shattered Faith is playing at The Redwood Bar & Grill.

This does sting my heart a bit because you cannot be two places at the same time. The addiction to see bands, support them and know them personally…has somewhat passed. Yet, it is comforting to know both bands are still out there doing their thing and having fun.

(There are many Stories from the BIG PUNK ROCK this in just one of them…~Hudley )

We’re going down the pub: Looking through the sly seductive eyes of Joe Jughead one of The Static Age guys & Jimmy Pursey

http://www.TheeStaticAge.com

It was a wonderful time… I miss it. Like anytime there are endless stories to be shared. Below is an older review, I retrieved for Jimmy Pursey’s birthday. The small clubs, pubs, and dark corners or up-front-and-personal. I don’t think I will be coming out of my cave anytime soon. I will be doing some writing about this special time. Be safe.

Ingenue

“You don’t have to tell me
That the thing’s I do are wrong
But everything I do in life
Is with us right or wrong
Now I think I understand
How to have some fun”

Sham 69- Hurry Up Harry

The Static Age brings us another fun show at the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park. I could not refuse this free show in my backyard with the Smears (UK), Plexikill, Ingenue and Government Trap.

I missed Government Trap but did see their flyers everywhere. Some of us made little paper airplanes with them. Flying promotional airplanes.

Ingenue is an all-girl band that has a certain kind of sound that I want to get lost in. That is what I look for in a band. That place where I get so lost in the sound that I forget myself. They also got to that point as well where they let go. That place where the line between band and audience fades away. Nice Bass sound and wildly played!!

Plexikill is a powerful band. Nice style with an impressive drummer. She had both feet going even if her left foot only seemed like it was vibrating up and down, cool…great sound!

Then came the headlining band from the UK… The SMEARS. The lead singer Em reminded me of actress Rosalind Russell. They have a heavy musical current to their music. They played a few songs but not enough. It was like not having enough cake…or skimping on the hors d’oeuvre.

A tease.

I laughed when someone from the audience gave them shots of saké, the singer said,

“Is this semen?”

Below are pictures from a night at the local pub… We’re going down the pub …

10 year Anniversary issue of Flipside Fanzine Table of Contents.

My wish is to re-publish this issue as a musical historical document of early Punk Rock…for current and future generations. It was so much work. We did it all with our commodore computer 128..Makes me proud !!

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A FULL YEAR!!

In my backyard

It is a year for me on WordPress. I have tried posting every day. I love how this site has developed over the year. The pages and categories are improving. It is a focused and informative site. I want to say thanks to all of the individuals who added me to their follow list.

Cheers, thank you and a happy Imbolc ,

Hudley Flipside

Happy Birthday Mr. Crash

I am not the faithful fan as many seem to be of the Germs or Darby. There are many that knew him better than I did. I rolled in the same wave that moved that early Los Angeles punk scene. He was one of the unique originals, the few Los Angeles punks.

“In the vacuum of outer space particles tend to clump together. We clustered together as young punks and we created a scene that is still amounting to something? We were a forgotten stagnation of youths that yearned for change. We were unhappy with our world and ourselves.”

~ Excerpt from My Punkalullaby by Hudley Flipside

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“You’re not the first you’re not the last, another day another crash.”

I am not going to do a critical documentary and linear history of Darby Crash. My time in the early punk scene is based on blurred colors and images as a Claude Monet painting. My feelings and emotions linger and still wake me up late at night.

I found him shy, troubled, and out of control. The beat of underground music brought us together. I was unaware of any agenda he had, or anyone had for that matter because the lines were fuzzy.

Darby was a baby when he died. My son is his age now. I often think about how young and inexperienced Darby was.

The below image is a shirt that was given to me by my longtime friend Edward Colver the punk rock photographer extraordinaire.

I love the shirt. When I investigate Darby’s face that Ed captured, I see a small degree of the man he was becoming.

It was not the young face that I knew. A face that I took for granted. I thought Darby, the early punk scene, and my youth would last forever but nothing does.

2012: Edward Colver, Thanks for the t-shirt, buddy!

My only regrets are.

I wish I would have given him a little more of my time,

I wish I would have given him more of my clothing when he asked,

I regret laughing when he was drunk, high, and rolling in glass,

I regret this the most.

What a kid,

What a character…

Happy Birthday Darby, RIP.

Approved by the Ghost of Pat Fear…RIP

Jenny Lens Punk Photographs

The women of punk rock may have to fight a lot harder to push their way in and Jenny’s photography needs to be proudly displayed in our musical museums as well.

If you are into the creation story of punk rock you have to view these images taken by Jenny Lens. The feeling from her pictures jump out at you and it is all about those crazy wild punks.

This is the root system of the LA punk rock scene and beyond and it’s amazing history. Jenny Len’s images yell out loudly about the history of punk rock and the continuity of a music scene in general.

https://punkpioneers.com/

Driven out by the drug war

This reflection is a current response to an article from the Los Angeles Times written by Tracy Wileinson.

The article speaks of Mexico in the fields located in the western Sierra Madre highlands. Here local farmers grow marijuana for the Sinaloa’s cartel. The article focuses on how the Zeta cartel is killing these farmers and is trying to monopolize on this product. Of course the innocent families here are caught in the middle of this quest for power, which is the sale of this product for profit in the United States. I feel for these people because their government and country does not seem to care about them.

My focus here is on the pattern of power and the ruthlessness of it. I am reading a book now entitled, The Creature from Jekyll Island by G. Edward Griffin which is about the creation and the history of the Federal Reserve. He refers to the Federal Reserve as a cartel. My focus is on the pattern of cartel. Griffin defines a cartel this way,

“A cartel is a group of independent businesses which join together to coordinate the production, pricing, or marketing of their members. The purpose of a cartel is to reduce competition and thereby increase profitability. This is accomplished through a shared monopoly over their industry which forces the public to pay higher prices for their good or services than would be otherwise required under free-enterprise competition.“

This destructive pattern is a global destructive pattern found all over the world and supporting these cartels, being part of them is the worse excuse of being a human being. Yet , often we have no choice….

I feel love: RIP Donna Summers

When I think of music and the late 70’s and early 80’s, I think of crashing rogue waves against me of all types of music. There were the discotheques and rock clubs to dance at. Most importantly there were the punk clubs to pogo at… the moving levels of sounds and adventure filled my every cell and heartbeat. The changing styles and then the big watery push to Hollywood High School to see Elvis Costello and then the Clash at the Santa Monica Civic. Donna Summers is part of this experience. I can still taste the sound of her music as a teenager during the 70’s when I engaged in the fright of local and east coast born serial killers, and films such as Looking For Mr. Good Bar.