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Rodney, Annette & Frankie…

I looked outside at the night while watching the stars and the sparkling lights on the Verdugo Mountains  It was this time that a new world opened to me. We were all listening and we were all connected somehow. 

It was about 3 feet by 4 feet. Beige color and made of a soft wood with round speakers built-in the front of the radio. The base sound  was good and highlighted the sound his soft DJ voice made. His voice was in conflict to the loud music he played. Cutting Edge music.  I was glued to the sound of the music he played. The room was dark and I was alone in my parent’s  second story house.

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In my imagination it never occurred to me that I would get to know this music man. A type of pre internet friend. A phone, mail relationship that came to be during the 1980s. Kinda like a Facebook friend now. Not exceptionally close but supportive and reliable and we all randomly came together as a sturdy cable. We were the jumpstart to that starting punk rock engine.  A dependable promotional voltage to what the puck scene was screaming to achieve. Great times…. thank you Rodney !! A lot of action and movement ! A lot of love !!!

http://variety.com/2017/music/news/rodney-on-the-roq-ends-1202445586/

The mysterious distance….

“to give relief or deliverance to for a time…”

“the soul waits….”

Melancholy William Blake Date: 1816 – 1820 Style: Symbolism Series: Illustrations to John Milton – L`Allegro and Il Penseroso Genre: religious painting

I thought we would be driving up to San Francisco to see some of William Blake’s art at The William Blake Gallery located at the John Windle Antiquarian Bookseller. My pilgrimage to see Blake’s work has taken a big reprieve.  Time to rethink this again.

Planning a journey to the United Kingdom, in a few years, might be the best way to see his work. A well planned out journey can be done. Giving us plenty of time to research museums and places to stay in the U.K.  I will start a Blake fund/budget.  Setting goals, reading and planning are wonderful ways to take on a reprieve from my need to see his real authentic work .

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Besides today is a cloudy cool day in May. My kind of weather. Almost as if San Francisco has come to us, this weekend, instead of us going to San Francisco.

Melancholy is a type of reprieve or realization. Time is given to focus within ourselves. Where we can be participating with our imagination  and become creatively involved. That is, if we engage our Sun and Neptune in the right way, astrologically speaking of course.

Something within is stirring. I don’t know what is going to happen? I can wait and see what the future will bring. It is a good bright hope that will be born from an inward reprieve.

William Blake Gallery

http://www.johnwindle.com/shop/windle/WilliamBlakeGallery.html?id=xmZgSBWw

PLaces in europe and the united kingdom to see Blake’s work.

https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/articles/the-best-places-to-see-william-blake-s-art/

Interesting past exhibition on Blake and who he influenced.

http://www.blockmuseum.northwestern.edu/view/exhibitions/upcoming-exhibitions/william-blake-in-the-age-of-aquarius.html

I am not a U2 fan but they always come up in regards to William Blake’s work… I do not judge…

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/reprieve/

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Promtion

Happy May Day !!

A Grace for your pleasure, she is one of three that inspires the Muses of the arts…

Euphrosyne

William Blake – From the Nudes category:
The nakedness of woman is the work of God. (William Blake)

 

steps of the wolf…

Purple azalea

Intense, I read and dream upon the steps of the wolf. I wonder if it is a good time? Yes I think so: as a few friends have inspired me back here again. An astrologer who says it is a good time to take a spiritual journey, and another who just took up the book. A drive into the windy day and weekend. It is has the feeling of riding a swing… ignoring the world’s woes. The alternative still is alive…

“I caught a glimpse of it now and then. Sometimes for a minute or two I saw it clearly, threading my life like a divine and golden track. But nearly always it was blurred in dirt and dust. Then again it gleamed out in golden sparks as though never to be lost again and yet was soon quite lost once more…” Pg. 30 Par. 1 Hesse

Slash and Flipside on ROQ late 1970s

“Records…..Records….and Records!!!!!” ~ Mike Vallejo

If you lived as a teen in the late ’70s or during the ’80s you were most likely riding the original wave or skating the rebellious cement of the original punk rock scene in some way, shape or form. Mike sent me a CD in the mail, like the good old days, of an early interview with Slash Magazine and Flipside Fanzine on Rodney on the ROQ. I am airing it again today. Mike said it was ok to post this on my blog.

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From the Flipside 10 Year Anniversary issue.

Mike sells more than just records and seems to have a lot of music and things that document the early punk scene. I also purchased a CD from him of The Jam playing the Whisky A Go Go. A thrill for me to find. I am delighted to receive this CD. My mentors speak! I was most likely listening to this on my parents’ old WW II German Telefunken radio. WOW! Enjoy and thanks Mike Vallejo! A friend indeed.

The last audio 7 ends abruptly. I wrote a letter to Kickboy-face after hearing this live back when it was on the air.  He wrote back a week later. Also I danced with him at the Whisky A Go Go live to Madness.  It is strange but this captures pre Elks Lodge Riot... we all know how that turned out!!

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X-8 Our Trip to San Francisco ’79. photo by Peter Landswick

Rodney on the ROQ Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and Slash Magazine (KROQ)

I know that the nasty Slash characters played a song trick or two on Rodney… did you catch it… an utmost synchronicity for me…

Ultimate conclusion !

Ode to the Verdugo Moutians

In the early morning 
there is nothing like driving east 
on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley.

Not too many drivers 
on the road
the view of the Verdugo mountains 
are straight ahead.  

The Verdugos shine with a blue gray hue 
bringing to mind my youthful wild days. 

The street is lined 
with dark green pepper trees 
blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens 
freely enhanced with 
miles of tall brown yellow wheat weeds
What is still left of this wild valley.

It is a cool windy day
the will-o'-the-wisp 
goes round and round.

Made up of different colored leaves 
memories that stir within me.
 
Prehistoric blue gray mountain range
wild memories 
inspire feelings
I am getting younger 
not older.

Coolness on clothes
distance of windy gray sky
I feel 13 again.

 https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/gray/

till I drop

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

 ~ Jack Kerouac

I grew up during the 60s, 70s and 80s. I was 30 years old when I was bumped blindly into a world of a new education. Each generation I lived though, I loved. As a song, friend or lover, which in fact… all three generations supplied me with abundantly.

I fell into the late 70s punk scene blindly and without any ambition but the rebellious call of youth and ideology built on an underground scene. Yet what I witnessed in the 60s was wildness of a different rebellion.  I miss the hitchhiker’s ways. People on the streets at every corner. I felt safe and awake.

Then as I have written before, the end of the 70s brought the multiple attacks of serial killers and we all pulled into ourselves.  Now I drive by the many blocks where I grew up and see all the streets are empty. Cars and more cars blindly drive right through my memories of those street kids. They were just hanging and talking. They improvised life without any hand-held device. Only the feel of a hand.

I feel the need to move to a new place where there are no memories. I did it at the end of the 80s. I left to a place of no memories for a short time.

As a culture we have become so pulled into ourselves. I am guilty of this as well. I am not blind to what is going on yet, I am getting to old to do anything about it.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/blindly/

Leaves In The Wind

“The Greek poet Orpheus carried Willow branches as a symbol of the inspiration this sound gave.”

weeping willow

I pause outside as bee and lady bug fly around. 

  Sweet is the nectar from 

lemon tree and lavender. 

Letting go of worries and

 desires that do not serve me now. 

An old friend, a song, comes to mind
 
 as my "leaves in the wind."

  Perfect are old recorded songs 

and the insect, flower and tree! 

Somehow as I pause in breathing,

 I am lost in this perfection.

 The recurring of pause of being,

the repetition of listening to old songs

the heartfelt listening and watching nature,

Is my catalyst for artistic expression. 

Never to let us down !!


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pause/

My Punk@lullaby Journal Three

“My Punkalullaby is incredibly brave journal about the early days of Flipside, High School, discovering Nirvana, and the LA punk scene. Many of the stories about the LA scene have been told repeated ad nauseam, but Hudley has a unique perspective on what happened and what it was like.”

~ Steve Hart, New Wave Chicken Magazine

Out today! Take off where the last one left off. The journey continues… this is the drugs and foolish love issue.

My Shop

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

Baubo Protagonist

I AM BE !!

Set or Anubis on T-Shirt…. both are cool..

 

Baubo (Greek: Βαυβώ) is an old woman in Greek mythology who jested with Demeter, when Demeter was mourning the loss of her daughter, Persephone. She is also known as Iambe.

https://www.internationalwomensday.com/