Flopside cOmics
The arch of her back,
the tall reach of fullness up front,
that isn’t it.
Her hair is growing
please no… not those feelings again.
The smiles and looks
she gets… she knows.
The smell of her perfume,
or them…
She’s been around
please don’t….don’t bring those feelings back again.
That dream in Hotel 88
sushi on Topanga and Saticoy,
Her growing hair is doing it again…
close to her shoulders…
She is over this…
let the men not bring back
those feelings again.
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.
~Arthur Koestler
Humid and a belly filled with coffee on a Sunday while kids are playing their games; I find that I am OK! I look to see that the cats are OK too. Youngest is silent as oldest is screaming at his friends as he games online.
An easy Sunday in my cave, then all of a sudden like a flash of lightning from yesterdays storm, my imagined sharp arm reaches through the air pulling me, with eyes-closed, to the books on the brown shelf.
I know, I just saw the cult classic Equinox* last night.
All about a book and a Demon… Yes a book can change ones perspective about life. Here this reading of some random video promotion… moves us to something musical…
“To the Minutemen, the world was divided between two things-gigs and flyers. Everything was playing shows or getting people to the shows. The rest was not reality.”
~ A History Lesson Part One Synopsis by Dave Travis
This small paragraph can’t be the motif of Punk Rock… but it is…, riding the wave with many guys who were at that place from “one note to the next,” I am glad that this random pick helped me to let go of my grieving process. What I feel for my punk-rock-youthful days, and when life really was only “gigs and flyers!”
Until next Sunday….
Random Book Day By Hudley
http://sugarbuzzmagazine.com/bands/davetravis/davetravis.html
*Equinox 1970 Film
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067055/
An image is manifesting in my life. The flower image of Venus. The image or pattern that the planet Venus makes while traveling around the earth. It have been studied for years and is close to one of our oldest images to be acknowledged throughout the ages of humanity and the planets.
Simple things.
Images recurring, a hair pin found on the ground under the night sky, and image in a dream with a circle drawn around the same flowering pentagram image.
Then comes the Moon, Jupiter and even some Saturn.
I can focus personally on this image or collectively and it makes for something profoundly affirming to me and for others, I am sure of this.
Sunday hot Sunday is here. Too hot to handle and no fun at all so Mantis looked over to the nearest book on the nearest shelf. One that holds a few Rock & Roll numbers if only indirectly. A Gofuckyerself Press paperback book called MOSQUITOES & WHISKY by Chris Walter tumbled into the green claws. <Made In Canada> ;P
“More wine glasses!” shouted a waiter. He was very upset with the way I wasn’t doing things. Why didn’t he cut me some slack?
I shoved a large rack of wineglasses into the hungry maw of the industrial dishwasher. “Two minutes!” I hollered over the horrific din of the kitchen.
“We need more serving platters, too!” yelled the waiter. Perhaps he thought I was a magician. Without waiting for the glasses, he spun on one heel and stormed back out to the dining room. Another guy who needed some café a la urine. Pg. 123
Read the Trilogy:
Mosquitoes & Whisky
I Was a Punk Before You Were a Punk
I’m On the Guest List
Here at the office of The Seminary Of Praying Mantis are many many books. Mantis does more than, with silence and insightful grace, sit on a flower or leaf. Often Mantis is found engaged in a book. As this is a seminary of sorts, and today is under the wonderful magic of a waxing gibbous moon; this day comes forth the ritual of random pick from a book day. Ordained by mantis and so forth etc… with a front leg, that is sharp with spines, grasps open a book… randomly of course !
Faust (Part One)
Mephistopheles says to Faust:
That’s very nice.
There’s only one thing I find wrong;
Time is short, art is long.
You could do with a little artistic advice.
Confederate with one of the poets
And let him flog his imagination
To heap all virtues on your head,
A head with such a reputation:
Lion’s bravery,
Stags’ velocity,
Fire of Italy,
Northern tenacity,
Let him find out the secret art
Of combining craft with a noble heart
And of being in love like a young man,
Hotly, but working to a plan.
Such a person-I’d like to meet him;
“Mr. Microcosm” is how I’d greet him.
Towards the end of the day. I went out the front door. I saw one of the Rue, feral kittens eating Lizard the Wizard. How many times have I seen Lizard the Wizard tease my kitties inside our home as they look out the window. Today he was not so lucky. He was half eaten by this wild kitten by the time I opened our front door. The kitten’s wild nature is what it is.
Later at about 11 PM I went to put out the trash in front of my home. I saw Owl swoop down aiming for that same little black Rue. The Owl flew down, and the black kitten ran under our car. Safe he was. I walked over to our olive tree and closely I looked up to see Owl. So mobile and alert, then wings stretched out pulled past me, flying over towards another tree, a block or two down our street.
An Autumn’s eve I take my broom
Last ray of sun is dead here…
The moon is rising
upon the horizon
it is real…
The shy clouds hide stars
Only the Moon, Jupiter, and Saturn Shine their breastplates
Of radiant light… I take my broom to the front of our home
Into the dustpan goes dry brown and yellow
Pointy olive leaves and hard green-gold olives…
Into the waste bin…away away
Goes all the thoughts of this day.
Of a wooing crone…
Looking around as
I sweep and bend
For any Fay to show their haunting ways
In the clouds sailing on the night or
Upon the grasping arms of the olive tree.
Queen of Elphame mocks me
As I move quickly and consistently
I call her Sabrina…
How symbolic have I become?
Wild movement…yet strangely calm
Sweet sweat dripping
My dusty perfume…
I do as many an old crone
Sweeping clean the front of their home.
On this eve of memory.
~ Hudley Flipside
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
“What a wicked web we weave /When governments deceive/And I wanna believe……/I gotta believe/Conspiracy theory abound/But the truth is under ground,/I wanna believe I wanna believe/I gotta believe”
~ GBH
I have a suspicion, and I believe that Colin Abrahall wrote the lyrics to the song “I Want to Believe!” I woke up with it on my mind. Also, those “X-Files” feelings got my pineal gland stimulated again. Something is in the air. I can always feel it when Chris Carter is creating by way of the vast unconscious collective of writers. Believe me, I just know. Before big hair Giorgio A. Tsoukalos there were the great big hairdos of GBH!! See how it all comes together here. I am pulling the threads tighter too.
“Scully: Mulder, since we’ve been here you’ve acted as if you’ve expected to find every piece of evidence that we’ve come across. What aren’t you telling me? Why are we here?
Mulder: A true piece of history, Scully. The very first X-File. Initiated by J. Edgar Hoover himself in 1946. ‘ X-Files“
When the X-Files film I Want To Believe came out in 2008 I was thrilled. You have to know that I was a hardcore fan of the 1990s X-Files series throughout the 90s; besides nursing the babe I looked forward to Unsolved Mysteries and then the X-Files on Friday nights.
“We are made of stardust, our whole body consists of material that has been here before the beginning of time.”
~‘Giorgio A. Tsoukalos
Now before the 2008 release of the I want to Believe film we listened to the Ha Ha CD in our car. GBH’s song I Want To Believe, was to me, the perfect new addition to the this film. I put so much anticipation into the song and the film I thought for sure that Mr. Carter would use the song in his film. I was sad when the two songs only came together in my mystical place of belief… but I was projecting it hard onto the movie screen … believe me!!
What does all of this mean… it means something and in time I may understand…. but for now…
“The Electromagnetic Hypothesis of Olfaction” at the Society for Scientific Exploration conclude that insects use a portion of the EM spectrum to communicate.”
‘Pg 207 Lost Star of Myth and Time by Walter Cruttenden
The bronze Statue of Freedom by Thomas Crawford is the crowning feature of the Dome of the United States Capitol. The bronze statue stands 19 feet 6 inches tall and weighs approximately 15,000 pounds.
Ataensic
“In the mythology of the Iroquois and Huron of North America, the Woman Who Fell From the Sky is a primal ancestor. Also known as Sky Woman or Ataensic, she plays a central role in creation.”
According to legend, the Woman Who Fell From the Sky lived in a world above the sky. One day she became pregnant and fell out of heaven. Some stories say that she fell while chasing a bear, while others say that the tree of life was uprooted, and she tumbled through the hole left behind.
As the woman fell, ducks flew beneath her to slow her descent. She landed in a vast watery place, with no land in sight. Turtle arose from the water and let her rest on his back. Meanwhile, Muskrat dove beneath the water and brought up mud to form the earth. Soon after, the woman gave birth to twin sons—one good and one evil—who created all the natural features of the earth and sky. According to some stories, she gave birth to a daughter, and that woman was the mother of the twins.
The good twin shaped the sky and created the sun. He also made the moon, stars, mountains, and many plants and animals.
The evil twin set out to destroy his brother’s creations. He created darkness to drive the sun from the sky and made monsters, storms, and various kinds of dangerous beasts. When creation was finished, the brothers fought.
The good twin won and banished his evil brother from the earth. Some stories say that the evil twin became ruler of the underworld and still tries to spread evil in the world.
Some stories say that the evil twin became ruler of the underworld and still tries to spread evil in the world.
Read more: http://www.mythencyclopedia.com/Wa-Z/Woman-Who-Fell-From-the-Sky.html#ixzz7pqDJkdmI
here was a woman in my mother’s life. A girlfriend to her father. She was mentioned now and then, if only indirectly. This woman had a big influence in my life as well. My maternal grandmother died when my mother was young. Later came Jean who was my grandfather’s longtime girlfriend. They never married. I can see that Jean had a good deal of womanly feminine influences on my mother. I know Jean loved yellow roses. One day I went to visit mom and I brought her some yellow roses. Mom said,
“Jean loved Yellow roses…I was just thinking of her today honey!”
It is true, mom and I always had an intuitive relationship. Maybe I was not as feminine or a shape dresser like she was and maybe I preferred not to iron my clothes like my mother did…yet, we always had an intuitively close relationship. Her sense of sight and smell was fantastic, as is mine. Her creative genius is her gift to me, her family was the focus of her life. She was fair but somewhat biased towards the men in her life. Mom loved to cook, and she ate with two hands… but only sometimes.
Jean’s Sour Cream Beans is a family recipe passed down to my mom via Jean. It was always served on Easter. Those wild days when relatives visited just to get a taste, porker, sports, and ham aside.
I often break some family traditions. I am sharing this today because it is so good. We had it yesterday and I am eating the leftovers from yesterday’s Easter dinner right now as I type.
Easter is about sharing the best that one has to share… and this is one of mine.
Jean’s Beans
1/2 butter melted
Mix this together with…
1 pint sour cream
5 heaping tablespoons pure maple syrup
3 heaping teaspoons Colman’s English dry mustard.
1 LB.. dry baby Lima beans. Salt the water beans soak in and soak over night. Then par boil 20 to 30 minutes. Drain beans and mix together with sour cream mixture.
Bake uncovered two hours or until done in a 200 degree oven, stir occasionally during the cooking.
While at Sam Ash music store (RIP), to pick up some sheet music with youngest Son, a worker there said something to me,
“Does that hurt?’
I looked down at my arm and held it as if to see if it did. I then remembered the tattoos there.
“No!”
“When you got them didn’t, they hurt you. On the bone I mean?”
I said no again…
“The first two needles felt like a halo came over me. It got hot. I felt anxiety for a few seconds. It did not hurt me.”
Then a weird look came over his face. He was about my age. A thin musician type.
“They say that tattoos are addicting. That the more you get the more you want to get them?”
I am not the addictive type. (Only with the band the Saints. Oh know, I typed their name. Now it looks like I will end this post with another Saint’s song.)
Then he asked me,
“You got more?”
“Yes a few here and there!”
“Ya see when my Mom and Dad died it helped me kill the emotional pain. It was a religious experience for me…it was therapy.”
“OK. nice talking with ya.”
The Sam Ash worker walked away. I proceeded to the sheet music section of the store.
Home
On a day when it’s too hot outside to play and when my back is aching so, I happened upon a heartfelt film.
A simple true story about a mother looking for her lost son, and a journalist that helps her find him.
The journalist acts just like a real annoying son.
Many interesting heartfelt ‘twists and turns’ in this film!!
Makes me appreciate my two sons all the more.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul?
Job, 3. 20
I am the kind of person that likes to be alone. The sounds of nature outside and the sounds of the house inside bring familiar ways to the reality of life. All seems good. Only when people get involved in my living equation do I get the feeling of being lonely. Those past and preset friends and family I sometimes am lonely for, do show their faces in my heart. I had my first Art show. I was lonely for support. With loneliness comes disillusionment.
I have an image by William Blake. It is a small image in a pretty golden frame. The image is of Job. Above Job are four beautiful angels with their hands and wings ascending upwards. With Job is the adversary and below him is a cave of desperate people. They are all looking up.
We have just finished remodeling our kitchen. I put this image in the new kitchen. I am waiting to properly hang it there. This morning I am amazed to see a ray of light from the morning sun shining on this image. Job is illuminated as well as the Angels above him. The light is perfectly aligned with this part of the image.
When ever I am truly lonely I have images/ paintings around my home that inspire me to look inward: penetrating an image until it starts to speak to me and so enlivens my sometimes lonely soul. I can not think of a character more lonely than Job and like Job sometimes we just have to endure our loneliness for a while.
I would be a fool to say there is one time. so far in my life, where I have been the most lonely. Loneliness is a common feeling we all share…which I do not wish on anyone.
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is – infinite ~ William Blake
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She spent her time wrapped around wise guys or a big cheese bimbo.This is where she got her forecasts. Playing the races and ditching the dogs is where she was keen on…a real bearcat! Her tic-tack-toes pivoted the dance floor as she kicked her heals up. No panties yet lots of lace; pink, black and off green.
You don’t have to read this, it is a little on the girly corny side… but I want to put some good vibes out there..
The corporate woman has been defined as the ‘liberated woman’ and I see that as the exact opposite. I think she now is more enslaved, maybe even more than the housewife was; because she’s so out of her power, and imitating male power is not female power.
~ Kenny Loggins
Watercolor by Hudley
Then again after getting my BA and then again, I fell flat on my face while trying to get my MA. All the while engaged as a domestic goddess; some call them housewife or domestic engineer! I find it the best place for me. Time and place in relationship to all the possibilities and here I am.
I am happy. I don’t think my creativity or smarts need to be exploited in work for money. This is the key to my success. I ordained it this way. You can too.
I cook, clean, do the taxes…never do oldest son’s physics problems… only if he asks me quantum physics questions: the possibilities of synchronicity and photons in the universe and how this relates to our DNA.
Ya I put all my love in a paper cup with one cocky boy years ago. He is a good one too. A real man now. It has not always been smooth sailing either.
We both have had our eyes wander… and we have sometimes tried too hard to make each other happy. Too many beers too! Confrontations of course.
I still have goals of having a small publishing company or going out into the world to read my poetry in front of real people. Maybe even showing my art in a small art gallery can still happen again? If the time and place is right and the wind is moving in the right direction…. That is the way I fly.
I hope that my children can find the love I have!! I wish this for everyone. Except all the chess books…my man’s books… I don’t wish those books on anyone, well…maybe my siblings in the South of France!!
One band I have seen live more than Charged GBH and The Adolescents are The Dickies; how many times,’ who knows but close to the stars in the Milky Way. An excellent band and even if Leonard Graves Phillips blocked me from his Facebook site, I will always love his band and one song in particular, You Drive Me Ape.
I remember in the late seventies and early eighties the Pogo, jumping up and down as on a Pogo stick, was still part of the punk rock experience. You Drive Me Ape was the perfect song to Pogo too. The audience, at a Dickie’s show, all jumped up at certain times in the song…it is enthusiastic musical ecstasy. A belly full of beer guaranteed to be sweat-off at the end of a Dickies set.
And even though I have arthritis in my lower spine due to Pogoing to songs like this one: I won’t harbor any ill feelings against this band or their songs!! It is just part of the old punk rocker battle cry…. of wild punks gone by. The Dickies a San Fernando Valley Punk band adored by a San Fernando Valley gala, you big gorilla!!
Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
They played this song at a punk rock night at the local pub! The bartender was a thorn in my side with his mockery! I was sporting my Target video shirt!
(Target Video (aka TargetVideo77) is a San Francisco-based studio, founded by artist Joe Rees, who collaborating with Jackie Sharp, Jill Hoffman, Sam Edwards and others, archived early art performance, punk and hardcore bands on video and film.)
I tend to be paranoid…I heard the talk in the dark corner above the turn tables! I am a wise gal! I have been around the block and letting guys think they are fooling me amuses me!
Happy that they even took the time ain’t bad news!!
When they were still in diapers…
Sue and I saw Queen live in 1977 at the Long Beach Arena! This song was our theme song! The song was fresh, ours and live!!
Sue and I …will keep on fighting tell the end…best friends!!
Sue and I were graduates of high school and known serial killer survivors!!
1977:
Sue had a job, a new brown Pinto automobile and money to spend! I was not as fortunate! She got me a black & white silky jersey jacket for the Queen show! She was sporting her 5-inch platform tennis shoes at the time! Her shoes were nothing compared to the glitter scene giants that we had to tunnel through at this event! What a massive horror show! The last and only horrendous giant rock show I ever went to besides those at the Olympic Auditorium Golden Voice punk shows of the 1980s!
1977 album News of the World
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Target_Video
Ancient Greek pottery c.330 BCE in British Museum – Delphic Tripod and the Pythia.
The worst of times
bearing grief and betrayal
looking down towards the earth…
walking slowly in duty…
Comes up a spring
bubbling and fresh
female voices from the past
speak of hope and inspiration…
Images & symbols in my mind and heart… though stagnant
break open with the right tone
the right words…
the yellow yolk
deeply drips over my life!
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Hudley Flipside | Punk Rock Colleague • Historian • Archivist
I resurrected this old post because it is a good story about the history of a song. As I am beholding to many.
Posh Boy, Mike (ZED) and Steve (ZED), KROQ, Rodney Bingenheimer and the early Flipside Fanzine Crew and all of those nobody punks on the streets who welcomed me in… us in, no questions asked.
Songs are so important and eternal!
2020: At one of the “Punk The Capital” film Premiers with Hud and James Dean
2015:
Jumping in the truck and taking the kid to school. Turning on the radio while a song is starting to play. So, we turn it up as loud as can be. The car radio vibrating as truck bounces its way down the road…breaking the mediocrity of routine by invoking my once “young woman” once more. Looking over at son, he is clearly into the drums because he is mocking the drumbeats.
“The Ballroom Blitz” is a song written by Nicky Chinn and Mike Chapman and originally recorded by the British rock band The Sweet. Billboard ranked it as the No. 16 song for 1975.”
1976:
At the age of 18 the song Ballroom Blitz played on the Telefunken Radio. The radio vibrated on the wood shelve next to the fireplace. It was free FM KROQ.
October 1980
“The punk scene was like Halloween, Christmas, horror films, and freedom all at the same time. Overwhelmed, I felt as though I was in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, mimicking Puck— taking on the images that were around me without question. I was becoming one with my punkalullaby. I coined the word punkalullaby. It means that the whole time I was in the punk rock scene, from beginning to end, it was all about a song. One song to the next pulled me though the scene. Once that loud music got into my blood there was nothing like it.”
~ HUDLEY FLIPSIDE, THE SEMINARY OF PRAYING MANTIS, MY PUNK@LULLABY
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Whenever Ballroom Blitz came on the radio, I bounced like a rubber ball around any room. A song that is responsible for pulling me into the world of KROQ, Rodney Bingenheimer (Rodney on The Rocks) and the Los Angeles punk rock scene.
(Ya there was a time before Henry… amen hallelujah!!)
“KROQ’s 1976 rebirth was perfectly timed with the emergence of punk rock and New Wave and KROQ quickly became the voice of the burgeoning Los Angeles scene, with disc jockey Rodney Bingenheimer joining the station and introducing many new and local bands, including The Ramones, The Runaways, The Stray Cats and The Go-Go’s, on his massively influential shows.”
If a song can encapsulate youthful dreams and rebellion this is the one for me. Like many songs that we take for granted, this tune always seems as new as the day I first heard the song Ballroom Blitz. Fresh, stimulating, and as wild as the Los Angeles streets I soon joined.
It is a very wild song. The word very and wild are my favorite words and I use the words while describing this song…ya ya ya!!
“As punk expanded its hold on the music scene of the mid to late 1970s, KROQ steadily adding more of it to their freeform format, cementing their place in the Los Angeles market. The station’s proximity to Hollywood and the Los Angeles punk rock scene gave it a unique place in the development of this newer music and much later with the alternative rock genre. In the late 70s and early 80s KROQ was quickly becoming one of the most influential radio stations in broadcast history.”
~KROQ Wikipedia
Today I awoke with a lecture on my tongue. The kids are home on winter break. I am experiencing my normal winter blues. What came to mind was something a profession said to me years ago,
“Don’t take on someones else’s karma.”
He is a Jungian therapist and Buddhist priest. This is the basis of my lecture I gave to the kids today, including the cats. The normal stuff was happening in the house. Cats and fish were moving around in their environment, Oldest son is making breakfast. The sounds of sneezing attack the air. An open door to the outside garden brings in the sounds of a cold day. Even the squirrels perched on their branches outside are listening. They tease the cats. The light and the shadow moves the trees as the breeze tickles mysteriously by.
We are all light and shadow.
Imagine all of these qualities of life.
Apply them to everyone you know.
People cry. People smile.
We often have to stand up for what we think is right
alone.
We need to see the good things that are here.
Right now.
We all face love and death.
Pain and pleasure comes to visit often.
Most importantly I have learned,…
we need to step away and let others experience their own karma.
The kids are joking, musing, talking and listening… I think? My kids always to me…but to the world…are now young men.
Nov./29 to December/17
He takes the venom of the snake to heal the evil darkness of the world. I known we need him around!!
Also known as Asclepias raised by Chiron. He is known as the Serpent Bearer, and the 13th constellation of the zodiac. Beliefs aside, astrologer, astronomer, mystic or atheist; he is a profound healer. Just to look at this symbol is powerful enough. I have the image above on my bedroom wall. I often forget that it is even there.
I pass by this time-frame of the year without a thought of him. Today I did and so he deserves this recognition. A whisper from the world of symbols and possibilities.
Stencil By Hudley
