Shine on shine my little star

“Shine on shine my little star
Up above the world honey that you are
Shine on now you don’t give me no love
Hit me like a death ray baby from above”

Chiron Stencil by Hudley / 96

Recently I received a review on Amazon calling my Punkalullaby memoir as being “Trite and Boring.” I thought of many ways to respond to the criticism, but I did not. It was a long process for me creating and then sharing my story.

I think that review is more about the reviewer than my story. If that person took the time to read it. He would have found a woman’s psyche addressing the world with her wild woman ways. It is about characters, music, and the growth of the punk scene. Punks who grew up together.

Some say that punk has been around a long time. It has in one form or another. Yet the flavor I am referring to is a unique form, known as Punk Rock, that formed around the cusp, a little before and after 1977. The median of young punks at that time being the age of 19. As most born in the year 1958.

The small solar system body discovered at the time is Chiron known in mythology as “the wounded healer.” Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine was formed at that time. Punk bands with this flavor formed too. The Saints, The Dammed and The Ramones. Sex Pistols etc. Around the time of 1977 to 1987 is the decade of the creation of this unique flavor of punk that continues today.

Now (charged) GBH, the Circle Jerks and Social Distortion are celebrating their 40-year anniversaries around that time median. The current 40-year celebration is based on the beginning close to the cusp of 1977. The originators and wild ones who moved with this flavor of punk rock.

“Chiron teaches us the philosophical perspective, and the perspective that our wildness, which may put us outside the status quo, may be our wisdom.” ~ Tim Lyons

Back then, these days were not only our glory days, our youthful rebellion days, but more the beginning. We all anachronistically created our hubs, bands, media, promotions, record labels, and fanzines.

We were isolated and dependent on each other, which was the key to our survival. How we synchronized together is a marvel to think about. The news did not mention us unless cops showed up and closed down our shows. Our ways were strange and unique. We did it all ourselves. Dark rooms and silk screens in our garages is where we did it. Our glorious garages. Flyers are how we communicated.

1977 was a unique time that brought a lot of misfits tighter together. This is all about our experiences and friendships, which both need to be held up high and respected.

It can be lost, I find myself lost, in the big promoters and festivals happening currently. Great for the bands yet in general undesirable to me, a longtime fan. Yet not to worry, we know those small shows that hold the original punk magic, can still be found!

This is the key to our punk scene. Its foundation and flavor of punk rock, music wise that is. Chiron is an embellishment, a signature in the heavens that once announced our coming. That it all is valid and has deep meaning. So do our lives.

Recovering from cancer surgery, it was difficult not to go see GBH as they entered my hometown. A sad time. As they surely drove by where I live on HWY 101. I dreamed that they might stop by or want to see how I was doing. Yet it will never be how it once was. Those dancing days, backstage days with punk bands, are most likely long gone.

GBH did not come to my rescue, put me in a wheelchair and roll me backstage to see them play live. Words they said to me once are now only a happy memory. Maybe next time. (May -2023)

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The Saints lyrics below, Nights in Venice:

It’s so black as I crash into the backroom

I feel so sick honey listen to the girls moan

My eyes they water and my knees is a-weak

And I fall down every time that you speaks

Shine on shine my little star

Up above the world honey that you are

Shine on now you don’t give me no love

Hit me like a deathray baby from above

Come on!

Speeding down the highway you got no time to waste

Brain all used up just like the human race

Head spinning around from the 39th highball

And your sultan owns a queen who ain’t nothing but a screwball

Shine on shine my little star

Up above the world honey that you are

Shine on now you don’t give me no love

Hit me like a deathray baby from above

24 hours till the end of the show, boy

If you are looking for love that don’t give you much time, boy

If your baby’s by your side you are gonna see her cry, boy

And when you look into her eyes it just won’t bring you no joy

Oh no!

Shine on shine my little star

Up above the world honey that you are

Shine on now you don’t give me no love

Hit me like a deathray baby from above

WOW!

Come on!

I said take it

Take it down

Listen

(ten seconds of muttering)

I said it keep comin’ down, need to calm down need you to calm down. Sink it. A bit out of time. Shake it. Take it. Come on, won’t you take me for a ride. Won’t you shake me, out of time? Won’t you take me, for a ride? Take me down. Shake me. Little baby shake it. Little baby shake it. Take me down. Are you there? Take me down, down the ground. Yeah down. Yeah, drunk. Down down down down…

YEAH! Ah come on sugar! Gonna take a ride, where the girls don’t come. I wanna take your hand, go across the sand. When the girls don’t come. Come one sure, I gotta take a run where the girls don’t come. Well I take your hand, get across the sand. Where the girls don’t come, yeah walk to run. Gotta have some, yeah I gotta be a son/sun, ah come on! I said people come on, I can’t come no more.

East side west side it all looks the same now

Don’t need nobody but you don’t care nohow

Don’t need no love, don’t need no hate

You were screaming so loud but it was much too late

Oh no!

Shine on shine my little star

Up above the world honey that you are

Shine on now you don’t give me no love

Hit me like a deathray baby from above

WOW!

Come on baby

Make it bad

Come on woman

Get it back.

I currently edited post from a few years ago… computer was acting funny. I think it is now done. 6/2/23

RIP

Pete Shelly’s voice (RIP) was the sound out there… on vinyl and first shows at the Santa Monica Civic. The Germs , Darby, was on the punk streets. By a strange tweak they come together now so many years later. They don’t seem like they want us to forget them…. and how can we.

Saturated English Angelic Youth Gone Wild

Seeing the Buzzcocks live at the Santa Monica Civic around 1979 was utterly amazing. Another Music in a Different Kitchen (1978), Love Bites (1978), and A Different Kind of Tension always were in the air so seeing them live was so exciting. The Spiral Scratch (EP) was a favorite of mine. The lyrics of Break Down are phenomenal and so infused in my DNA. Maybe a whole generation in their early 60s are experiencing melancholy right now!

Watercolor by Hudley Flipside

Pete: Drunk in our blood of a generation

When falling into. and mad about- the world of Punk Rock, Pete Shelly’s voice framed this new experience with innovative songs and lyrics. “Ever Fallen In Love….” is one of the songs that I fell in love with. I fell in love with the Los Angeles Punk Scene at the same time as the first time I heard the song. The people, places and record stores everywhere did loudly play the Buzzcocks beyond our fast-thrashing hearts. You would find us running from the Whisky A Go Go on the Sunset Strip to the infamous record store smelling of vinyl Licorice Pizza and then down to the alley for cut-rate canned beer. Three points of forward movement forming a hurricane of friends, music, and pogoing. Pete’s voice and music are the fresh anthem of a growing punk scene. Pete Shelley’s voice and guitar set the stage for a sensitive and poetic revolution of mindset not inspired by many bands to this day. He is always saturated English angelic youth gone wild. Pete Shelly’s voice never grows older though his body did age and die. His music will be at that place where the new-wave-punk-rock-experience is eternal. Unclassified music that is wonderfully bliss!

“Oh mum can I grow out of what’s too big for me?

I’ll give up that ghost before it gives up me

I wander loaded as a crowd, a nowhere wolf of pain

Living next to nothing, my nevermind remains

I’m gonna breakdown, I’m gonna breakdown yes

I’m gonna breakdown, I’m gonna breakdown yes”

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Number 54~10 Year Anniversary Issue Paperback Documentary (replica) Punk Rock 1977 – 1987.

Integrity is in every image, interview, editorial and advertisement.

The project of creating the first Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary issue is a scan of issue one through fifty. Different technology back in 1987 but our HP Laser printer in office and camera, set up in our garage, both helped in the scanned copy layout of images. Both printer and camera made this issue happen. It was Flipside Fanzine magic. Our new Commodore 128 computer was a revolutionary thing at the time. I painstakingly did all the layout for the first issue. We took highlighted interviews from each issue along with editorials. I did it then and I did it again with this replica issue. The only difference being is that the technology for this replica is a hell of a lot better. As well as the programs use to get Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 the way that it is. My dream was to come out with a paperback copy of this issue.

I adore this issue, so I preserved it.

The new cover is a picture by Al Flipside. Symbolic of how we bugged the bands and ran a punk rock fanzine together.

This is one of my favorite pics of the early punk scene with…

Subhumans (Canadian Band) and Angry Samoans. Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Gary and Jim.

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I am holding Flipside’s tape recorder.

We recorded all of our band interviews included in each issue on this tape recorder.

We were always in the middle of bugging the bands. So, to me it is symbolic of us. Al and I as we ran a Fanzine. It also shows you the world through Al’s eyes. We literally had thousands and thousands of negatives and pictures in our office.

The yellow patina is gone, and the pages are all straight. This issue of Flipside # 54 was originally printed on newsprint paper, so the pages did yellow.

I put a great deal of time into making this paperback into the sweet little punk rock number that it is. Some punks have told me that this was their punk rock bible. It is Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine issues one through fifty. A lot of punk voices. The integrity of what punk was at any time during the original punk rock scene is shared here.

Flipside Fanzine # 54 captures the continuity and real experience and thoughtful wild exuberant expression of many interesting individuals. It was a passion of mine to share in this documentation of a scene. It still is which is why I continued over the years with this project to have a new handheld Flipside # 54 for anyone who wants to hold it too. I think it is incredibly special, in a punk kind of way, I hope you will enjoy it too.

Within this paperback book is our history of the early punk rock scene. We at Flipside covered that scene thoroughly, what we wanted to cover that is. It is best you read the editorial included at the beginning of this paperback to get a real sense of who we were. Ten years of documenting a scene included in issues one through fifty is a great deal to read. A magnifying glass may be needed.

I always say the proof is in the pudding. Shit workers who worked on each issue are clearly defined in each issue. This is what I mean by proof. Always a lot of hands in the cookie jar at the Flipside house. Suffice to say I will let this spectacular punk documentary speak for itself from the giant community of punk voices. The true punk rock narrative.

I recommend my memoir My Punkalullaby as a sidekick to Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten-Year Anniversary Issue (replica) 1977 to 1987 because both are my punk rock opus, and I am very proud of publishing these editions through my publishing company The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing.

Both issues are for purchase at Amazon with a click.

58E12F79-3500-4F71-9418-7E2A071C0622 — **The Seminary Of Praying Mantis Publishing 2019**

The Avengers, the Dils and the Alley Cats.

Sunday May 26, 2019

Before the show I went to an Italian Restaurant nearby. I sat at the bar and had a Guinness and a plate of pasta. Before the Avengers came on the DJ put on The Saints (I’M) Stranded… it came at me like a loud wave which devoured me… transforming the event into an excellent experience I never will forget.

Part of my DNA

I 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.

In memory of Jimmy Wilsey

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. Nobodies create a scene together. 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 another 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 often 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.

I stumbled into the early punk scene. The Australian Saints and the San Franciscan Avengers gave me the courage to go and see any other alternative underground bands on my own. I found myself melting into a wild alchemy of youths that had something to say. We were finding our voices. All the unknown characters were there, nobodies creating a scene together. 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 heart beat of this crazy continuity of punk rock that still drives our DNA onward.

***Images from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine***

The Avengers, The Dils and The Alley Cats + many special guests (A Celebration of the Life of Jimmy Wilsey) at Echoplex

https://www.facebook.com/events/623081094804740/

Got to sing along, scream along…. the opening song played before The Avengers went on was The Saints winning song… a great DJ and event of good memories.

This song went on and I swear the earth moved as the song grabbed my spine… it was a Saints’ Hallelujah moment.

2016 Film 20TH CENTURY WOMEN

20^TH CENTURY WOMEN

Photo included in this Film

Black Flag with Keith Morris Singing. Last image of this band in their original lineup.1979

Nice to be acknowledged in closing credits.
Very honored to be a part of the film.

My review of Film….

In the film 20th Century Women …women are at the table.

Flipside Fanzine # 2, tight scene of nobodies going nowhere?

Your patina is showing…. before I edited and cleaned up the issue for printing…..

My ‘initiation woman’ who abducted me into the punk scene was Donna Rhia but she no longer was playing drums with the Germs. I am not going to amplify the loss of Lorna Doom because there is enough on social media already.

I guess she was a part of the tight scene of nobodies going nowhere but lost and having fun. It was so exciting back then which is what keeps me going on the subject…

Courtesy of Hudley Loss Angeles Flipside Fanzine number two. (1978)

RIP

On my mind when i woke up….

I know what I write here. It is the pun-rock curse. A fan, promoter band thing. As a fan it was my dream to meet the bands and the promoters. The intimacy and friendships that formed are endearing for me. There was a time and place about eight years ago that I brought two bands together. Rikk Agnew Band (cult of ‘58) and The Black Widows (carry a big stick). It was a time when the San Fernando Valley was beaming with a few hot spots or punk and alternative music hubs. My one promotion time right after a 10-year Flipside Fanzine flopped. My mom had just died and I had two boys that needed me at 8 and 16 and I was acting like the teenager… for a while. Eight years ago is fast growing time for two boys. Life is new and exciting. Eight years for a 52-year-old is slow and precious. I introduced A Pretty Mess and Rikk Agnew and Panic Movement to a good night of old-time buddies and new ones. I was trying to bring together many aspects of the scene at that time and place that I loved. I like small shady clubs and intimate encounters. It was a happy night of loud live music. I was delighted and still think about that night often. I see that the Rikk Agnew Band and The Black Widows will be playing at Cafe NELA coming up this month. Sweet. I guess seeing this event brought back a few fantastic memories. So much has changed but this is so surreal & feels good to my old punk rock bones.

https://www.facebook.com/events/2180430575536192/?notif_t=event_calendar_create&notif_id=1535937037942310

SHREDDER….

Today I got a nice note from Shredder who wrote for the ‘zine… so I am adding him to this ongoing article….. Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Staph: Those who worked on Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine 1979 to 1989.

Thankx for the nice words to me… we had fun!!

Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 31 top jimmy & rhythm pigs interviewed by SHREDDER… just a sample…

https://hudleyflipside.com/flipside-fanzine-staph-those-who-worked-on-los-angeles-flipside-fanzine-1979-to-1989/

that bass / guitar sound punk standard

Punk Rock Historian, colleague and professional consultant.

Hudley flipside

A dollop for your reading pleasure from 1984 fans. Taken from the letter section of Flipside Fanzine Lee Issue # 44, 1984. We published 7 issues in 1984. This tape is dedicated to all the Los Angeles Glitter Scene women who became the foundation of an early punk rock scene…and to Pat Fear for his Flipside theme song.

LIVE Public Image Ltd. from Flipside Videos !!

the missing 10 % is unclassified, SNFU or part of the X-files.. so go screw!

The punker band Detox came into my focus today. Also, someone asked on Facebook if punk rock is dead. I think of punk as a genre of music, as a standard, like Jazz. It keeps playing on.

For me it is about one song to the next. That is what I based My Punkalullaby Journals about. Punk is all about a song, an experience, and friends. Or I learned from much suffering colleagues.

So, I guess if all the punk standards die, and all experiences of punk, and all your punk family of friends die… then it is dead. Or you die it is dead.

If you play what you like to hear it is not dead. One can go anywhere to experience punk. Music blaring though your headphones, at a show, or at a big festival. (I shudder at the thought) That is just my preference.

Punk music is like playing back memories or experiences that I have had. Punkers. We all live at our own standard of punk whether it be past, present, or creatively in the future… I tend to jump around to… hanging at one place more than others. I do not consider myself a punk anymore, but I have had my share of the 10% punk experience.

There is a continuity of that kind of experience in my life.

My favorite standard of punk are two bands. Detox and [Charged] GBH! The Bass & guitar of Steve and Tony and of Ross and Jock is the best. Anytime I hear a song by either band their sounds make me happy to be alive. All those wild confused good feelings come back of belonging to a family of punks over time and space.

I just feel fucking great…. thank you…. that bass guitar sound punk standard …. The best of the best…. Good, glorious and makes me feel GREAT!