Margo Likes Pink

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Taken From FLipside Fanzine 10 year anniversary Issue.

Taken From Flipside Fanzine 10 year anniversary Issue.


(The early punk scene 1979. When Punk Rock was new, scary and was created each moment it was experienced…)

Margo is here.

Look at her she is so punk. She is tough. I have watched the girls at the Whisky A Go Go. They scare me. They are wild and free, and I want to know them. How do I do that? Do they like me? Do they notice me? I feel like I will throw up. I am shy. The girls will never see me. They hate me. Today she is here. Punks are coming and going. I am just standing. Afraid to speak.  Walking down Hollywood Blvd.  Margo goes back into the alley. Will she be back? Will we wait here. Out of control. Steaming underneath.

Margo plays the bass.

I can hear the girls’ music. The alley leads to the studio. I am too afraid to go in. It is dark and Margo has come out. I hear the girls laughing and talking. Should I run away. I will stay here and listen. I can’t talk. What will I say? It is all so new to me. I am wearing black straight legs I bought from a thrift store. I have a large colorful shirt on and cowboy boots that come to my ankle. My hair is short. Margo has come up to us. She is so cute. She is dressed like me. She is plump and friendly. I look down and say nothing. I listen with fear. There is silence between us only.

Margo is at the Masque on Cherokee.

This is the punk club I have heard of. I listen to KROQ. This is the club where all the noise comes from. It is heard from the street above. A bomb shelter under the city. Beer cans and cigarette butts. Saltine crackers and band flyers everywhere.  I wish I had a cold beer now that takes away my shyness. The Masque is closed now. Bands only rehearse here.  It smells and is cold today. Wind in the alley.

Margo smiled.

My God she is smiling at me. She is looking at me and talking. I don’t know what she is saying. I am so nervous and want to run away. When will this be over? She is so cool and classy. I think she is asking me where I got my clothes and that she likes them. She is asking me again. I look down and I softly say…” at a thrift store.” Is this coming from my mouth? My God that is so stupid to say. What an idiot. Oh, now what do I do? I look at her again and look away.

Margo talks to my boyfriend.

I was going to say something. My boyfriend never stops talking. He is talking to Margo. He is telling her all sorts of stuff. He is saying my girlfriend will get you anything you want. Margo says the girls in the band like to wear bright large shirts. Margo says that she likes pink. She had on pink lipstick and was her hair pink? No, it is brown and red. She has a great laugh. My boyfriend wears leather pants and leopard-skin-T-shirts. He reads Fear and Loathing. He says 1984 is now! We hang out at Hollywood Towers and take the bus to South Gate. He likes old films from movie revival theaters. He has an opinion about everything, and he ignores me when we are around other girls. I want to tell him to shut up. Words never come from my mouth. We hang out together in Hollywood. We go to Tower Records and Licorice Pizza. They have all the new punk LPs and 45s we crave!

Margo likes Pink.

My boyfriend told Margo that I would get the band some shirts. Margo says she wants them just for her. Large shirts. Colorful shirts. I like pink. The girls in the band and I like pink. I looked down and nodded my head. She gave us some buttons with the band’s logo on them. I knew about logos. I am a paste-up artist. I was happy to get it. I put it on my shirt. I was smiling now. My boyfriend was still talking. Margo looked at me and then looked up in the air. She left us there in the alley.

Margo takes one shirt.

Where do I park? Will she be there. I hope she likes the shirts I got for her. It has been awhile, but I am going to drop them off without my boyfriend.  He is not my boyfriend now. I am going to hang out with my girlfriends.  I parked the car down the alley.  I know when the girls’ practice. I waited outside the studio for a long time.  A couple of guys ran out of the Masque past me. Then they came back and asked me questions. They gave me a drink of their beer. We talked for a while about bands. I was feeling confident now. These guys were nice. They looked scary. They had leather jackets and lots of buttons on them. We got drunk. They knew my story. One of them went to get Margo. She came out. We talked and I showed her the shirts. She took only one. The large pink shirt with white polka dots with buttons up the middle and collar on top. I was happy and bubbly.

Dedicated to Margot Olivera !


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Margo is dancing in this video… see her with the pink pink hair ?

 

 

Henry Rollins from Flipside Fanzine number twenty-eight

Interview with Black Flag 1980.

Just a little Punk Rock history…. who knew what the future would bring….??

This is an image from Los Angeles  Flipside Fanzine issue number 28 and it is one of my favorite pictures of Henry Rollins. He is fun, wild and curious. The photo is by Al Flipside.

Flipside Fanzine included an insert of our Fanzine number 28  for the Rodney On The ROQ Vol 2 Vinyl LP.

We teamed up with Rodney Bingenheimer of KROQ and Robbie Fields owner of Posh Boy Records.


To he man Henry…

Our goal was to support a growing Punk Rock scene which only had a small pool of promotional opportunities. This was a great time to support bands on this compilation.

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.

 

Punk Museum with Martin Atikins. This evening was NOT on Valentines Day

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Photo By Hudley Flipside

Welcome to the Music business you’re fucked!

Synchromatic antidotes of his journey reflect what I have been wondering about for some time because they are very much based on synchronicity, music and culture. Yet, this does not surprise me. My antenna is up and I am digging it!!

It is an adventure to go downtown to help at the Punk Museum at KGB Studios. This evening was on Valentine’s Day and I was thrilled to listen to Martin Atikins speak about his life. Considered for his post-punk drumming experience with Public Image he has a lot more experiences to inform us on. His concepts and theories about punk rock are quite amusing and intellectually satisfying. His gentle ways mixed with the word “Fuck” are nice touches amongst his many stories. If you happen to take his picture, he has his stanch down hard, which is bent over with an upturned glare.

one from my generation that still projects the rebellious spark and is still affirming it. 

This is the look of confrontation and knowing which reveals a lot about his character and reflects what the hell he is all about. I did not feel any pretentious qualities in his presence. He was easy, accessible and most likely a very excellent teacher. It inspires me to meet up with such a man as he, one from my generation that still projects the rebellious spark and is still affirming it.  People talk about 2012 being the end of the world; instead I feel it is a time where many will go back to more Intimate relationships and basic communications. Tonight is an example of this and I was glad to be part of it.

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