Walking the Dog

This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is index-1.jpg — William Blake’s Illustrations For Dante’s Divine Comedy (1826)

The rhythm and blues, rock and punk rock and the continuity of a beat blows through generations. The beat, guitars and some vocals all take on a life of their own.

I first remember hearing the Rolling Stones by way of my siblings’ records or from the radio.

Something new and fresh after years becomes,

“I wonder how many times I have heard this song !?”

Yet a good song will bloom up and expand out into a new generation.

Blues, rock, and punk rock…

As the musicians play the songs, beat it out, as the music goes up and down our spines it has a life of its own… it enters our DNA.

As a young girl walking home. A car drives by and that song is playing loudly. Ya that song and the beat held me for a short time as the car raced by.

Listening to it on a record or at a live show that same song grabs you and shakes all those memories from your guts.

We mortals get old and die but the beat, the songs live on until a giant earth explosion … all gone…until,

The black-angel says to the white-devil…

“Dig that song, that beat… “

As Dante Alighieri himself is just “Walking the Dog.”

rufus thomas

Baby’s back, dressed in black,
Silver buttons all down her back
High, low, tipsy toe,
She broke a needle and she can’t sew

Walkin’ the dog,
Just walkin’ the dog
If you don’t know how to do it,
I’ll show you how to walk the dog

Asked a fellow for fifteen cents,
See the fellow he jumped the fence
Jumped so high he touched the sky,
Never got back till the fourth of July

Walkin’ the dog,
Just walkin’ the dog
If you don’t know how to do it,
I’ll show you how to walk the dog

Come on now, come on, come on

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Tell me, how does your garden grow?
You got silver bells and you got cockleshells
Pretty maids all in a row

Walking the dog
Just a walkin’ the dog
If you don’t know how to do it
Show you how to walk the dog

Come on now, come on, come on
Oh oh, just a, just a, just a walkin’
Just a, just a, just a walkin’
Just a, just a, just a walkin’

Oh yeah, if you don’t know how to do it
I’ll show you how to walk the dog, oh

Just a, just a, just a, just a, just a, just a walkin’
Just a, just a, just a, just a, just a, just a walkin’, oh

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Solar eclipse of August 21, 2017 Celebration

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While growing up my home had a lot of musical diversity around the house. The German Telefunken radio was usually playing what my mom or dad liked; Jazz or local radio channels. There was not a large section of radio channels back from the 1950s through to the 1970s. This made is easy to hear your favorite songs. Just like TV, everyone was listening to the same channels and that had a community sense of continuity to it.

I have written this before…my first 45 record was Love Me tender by Elvis. I played the 45 on my little portable hand-held record player. Oh boy, It was rather large compared to hand-held devices of today and a lot cooler too. One of the older siblings had a 8 track cassette player in his car. I remember hearing the Beatles’ Rubber Soul in his Hot Rod Ford Falcon. By eight years old ! I knew all the songs off the album by heart. Then there were vinyl LP’s; Donovan, The Seeds and I think Cream might have been around in home somewhere?

Teen Idols and the world of music !?

Teen idols were someone to mock and make faces at. I still feel even stronger about this today!! For me it was the music that moved me. The lyrics and the tunes that got me going. Even Elvis Presley and the Beatles only got the ‘crush-thing-going’ pale in comparison. It is their character that got me. How they dressed and how they spoke. I always focused on who they were as a person then the usual sex object to be swooned over. Even with all my experiences with music and rock stars or anti-rockstarism over the years, I have kept this solid in my perspective as,

Love the music, love the character, try to be a good friend, dig the whole thing together!! Dance to it too…or roll around on the ground and throw up!!

Later on when deep in the bowels of the musical beast I made a promise to myself. If those overwhelming feelings of ‘Idol-love’ consumed me I would blow. I made a vow never to go out on a date or fall in love with a band member; even if only indirectly and from afar!! The idea of “Idol,” “Icon,” or “rock star,” repels me. It was not easy…but it can be done !!

Now imagine driving (before-drivers license) in you older brother’s Ford Falcon, when he is not around, and pushing on the gas pedal down to this song…. my first sense of musical power. Here comes Big Bruiser…the hill that helps you fly over the San Fernando Valley. Ha HA Ha !!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/teen-age-idol/

Pat Fear back to black…

Pat Fear

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!!

Something sexy for him..

Trash Babes

Beyond Me: Daily Prompt: Fight or Flight

Personify a black hole…

Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change~ Sephen Hawkins

I had the most bizarre feeling yesterday while watching one of son’s history channels together. The same feeling when I was about to give birth to him 12 years ago and how I became one with fight or flight:

OK, I don’t want to be here. I want to run from this pain, stress and place… I don’t want to be here…but it hit me hard: the reality that what was happening to me was beyond me. I had to go through with it. So I let go.

We were watching a program about black holes from the program The Universe on the History Channel. At the center of the whole universe there is supposed to be one massive black hole. Gravity pulls it all. Also there are many black holes which are believed to be within all galaxies as well as our own. More than just the advanced telescopes, technologies and terms for the universe and how it works, our mind has the ability to expand out and see these things: To realize and imagine that we are part of something so fantastic.

I felt the need to run away from… from this realization. I felt that feeling of fight and flight intensity again.

We are bound to this planet due to the gravity of black holes and dark matter… shit I don’t like this!

Yet, science so often takes things to the “bones” of reality. I realize and know that it is beyond me and relaxed into the face of a child that pulls me to him like gravity towards a black hole… his love!!! The fight and flight left me and I was at peace again.

The Paisley Underground

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.

8 buck at the Redwood seems more of a deal than 20 buck charged at the Glass House. Oh Boy, here goes my critical thinking again, I know the beers at the Redwood are awesome pints but I am not sure about the Glass House. This is my two bits on the history of a band and the present reality of that same band. April 2013.

Be more than a witness ~ Hudley

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Three_O%27Clock)

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(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…

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.

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 awesome 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 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’œuvre. A tease. I laughed when someone from the audience gave them shots of saké, the singer said,

“Is this semen?”

I ADORE seeing new and UNCOMMON bands.

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

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

Shame 69

A night in the life of an old punk chick…Mike Atta (RIP)

Whenever I happen to drive by the Whisky a Go Go I often flash back to the golden days of my youthful rebellion. It was hanging under the marquee that I first met Mike Atta. Like many personalities and images that come forth, Mike’s is a pronounced one that echoes loudly in my memories of that extraordinary time.

It became a routine to go to the liquor Store on Topanga & Dumetz, in Woodland Hills, before driving out to the Whisky A Go Go on Sunset: I bought a large glass Dr. Pepper to drink on the drive through the canyon. The tall thin glass of cold soda was the best thing in the world. This was the beginning of my days in the Los Angeles punk scene. I gravitated towards the band the Middle Class. I remember the boys of the band. Impressions of running around, laughing, and talking while being inspired by the style and personalities of the boys in this band. The Atta boys and Mike Patton on bass is how I remembered them. They were my early comrades and contain the feelings of that time in my life of youthful enthusiasm and wild adventures on the streets.

We all filled our bellies full of beer and into the Whisky we would run as we then went wild to the sounds of the Middle Class. To recall these memories sends chills up my spine. “I love these guys.” They were such a big part of my life.

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Current…last time I saw The Middle Class at Webers in the San Fernando Valley (2012)

I turned the exposure to “out of control light maxed out” on my little Sony camera and had some fun… enjoyed all the bands this evening but my focus was on the Middle Class.

A sacred punker evening!!

Thank you for your wild nature and integrity Mike….RIP

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_Class_(band)

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; 64 or 128..I don’t remember. Makes me proud !!

Dream come true…