Have Another Beer While We’re Here.

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside


For an old gal who still writes letters and keeps her PO Box open though often quite empty.

Dad served in WWII and was once stationed in Adelaide Australia. I recently talked to a professor from Queens University of Technology (urban coastal city of Brisbane) John Willsteed about Punk Rock for an academic book, and I have a few friends from the country. Recently longtime friends the Talley-Jones’s went on an amazing journey in Australia. Yet for me it is selfishly always about The Saints.


Writing letters has always been my thing. I might have written them unreadable at first, but I often would get intelligent and friendly responses. Either way I keep writing them to companies, authors, and friends. In my twenties working on a fanzine, I did spend a great deal of time reading and typing up letters from fans and adversaries for Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

One letter I wrote in the late 1970s was to the band The Saints. I never got a response. It was about their Prehistoric Sounds Album I had a question for them.

I remember writing the letter on an old manual typewriter in my parent’s house looking over at the Verdugo Mountain Range of the San Fernando Valley. White out, finding a stamp and an envelope and walking to the Post Office to mail it is a consistent and blurry memory for me, but a true one.

I’m inspired by the band’s edition of a type of horns background band sound. Or as they say a horns section. An incredibly unique sound for me as a youngster. So, I wrote to the record label at the time. Whatever address was on the inside insert or record label for HARVEST. How silly that was but now I find it a very endearing thing for a fan to do.


I saw on Facebook that Prehistoric Sounds came out September 8, 1978, now is a wonderful time to celebrate this album.


Finding out about the Aints much later I can see a band that includes that sound I was curious about. Specially from one of my favorite songs. A nice continuity and happy way to see the endurance of an album, scene, song, or people. Bringing back all those good feelings too!

It’s still a thrill for me.

At one time I talked to music friends about a mystical journey of going to see Chris Baily sing in a pub in Australia. As the story goes, he would go to pubs and sing his songs. One of my friends who was thinking of going along is a local Los Angeles friend whose name is also Chris Bailey.

What dreams I had. A dream is now over due to Christ Bailey of The Saints recent demise, but I still hold the need to visit Australia someday, regardless.

It is so good to be in touch with Ed Kuepper though this electrical fire and still learn things about music, this place here on the internet. That he makes himself very accessible is sweet. I am only one of many fans who are listening.

This story I share is very comforting in a clever sort of way. I think the three fates Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos are my friends.



Good feelings coming back on a lazy Saturday in the San Fernando Valley.

Punk Rock Historian and Profession Consultant

Hudley Flipside


Moving slowly out into the world again like a young kid. But instead, I am now an old fool. That suits me just fine.


I feel a vacuum feeling drawing me down watching all the big festivals and bands touring. Been to maybe two shows since the pandemic began. Not eager to go out. Yet today I had to do something new locally. I saw a record store on Devonshire Street and Topanga on Facebook.

In Chatsworth a once sleepy town in the San Fernando Valley.

Yes, the horse stables are gone but finding DEADELY WAX Records did give me that old-fashioned feeling. No parking meters around and inside the place was cool and clean. A variety of records of all kinds from generations and genres.

Youngest son and I walked in and were greeted with a friendly hello.

All those good feelings coming back on a lazy Saturday in the San Fernando Valley.


From Jazz to Punk even saw a B People LP. I was walking through generations of music as flash backs mixed as albums passed my eyes in the viewing stalls.

I settled on two and son on one.

These summertime blues are eased a bit with a free feeling of what it was like in the valley once.

Now today it was just as nice. Easy traffic on the corner of Devonshire Street and Topanga an example of what life was like when head-shops and record stores once ruled everywhere.

Great place to go.

Son can stop by before or after going to CSUN and if I get the need I got a place to visit. Feels good to support a local small business record store.


Bernie Taupin

This is the time for Jose Quavo

Punk Rock Historian and Profession Consultant

Hudley Flipside



The San Fernando Valley was a lot of fun for a short time.

Creating plenty of “amber moments” with Lynn, Sue, and a few others.


Today I had to make a Target run for my 100% organic cotton underwear or “panties” for short. Like it was such a big deal when it was announced in the film, Anatomy of a Murder. Yet it amazes me, and I feel like a pervert when I go into the lady’s underwear section here. It has expanded out with a million types of sexy underwear. I guess women put a lot of time in to thinking about underwear and being sexy regardless of the material. All synthetic and… well yucky. The little section of cotton underwear is small indeed.  

“Sister Rose and Sister Blanche.

 Blanche saying they’re going door to door to collect …lingerie…for needy sexy people”

~ Funny / The Golden Girls

Yet I digress, what really got me writing today is a song that came on the PA system while walking around. ‘Strawberry Letter 23.”

“Strawberry Letter 23” is a 1971 song written and composed by Shuggie Otis from his 1971 album Freedom Flight. It is also widely known by the 1977 cover version recorded by the Brothers Johnson and produced by Quincy Jones.

I knew the song briefly 1977 as a time when the tide came in with a variety of music. New wave, soul, disco, pop, punk, and progressive music. All merging in a kaleidoscope of fun.

Starbaby’s, The Mineshaft and The Red Onion were open for dancing. It was a great time for singing in back alleys with my buddies,

“This is the time for Jose Quavo.”

We all took shots and headed back into the clubhouse “to dance the night away.”

This was one of our favorite songs.



Being Unladylike

Punk Rock Historian and Profession Consultant

Hudley Flipside


We have not yet learned to value the creativity, courage, and competence required to negotiate the ordinary but devastating frustrations and crises of human experience.

Jacobs, Ruth H. Be an Outrageous Older Woman Harper Collins. Kindle Edition.

“Alone with just a little bit of soul, right now, now, baby
Darling, everything is gonna be alright
One more time, just one more time, baby…”


What strange times we are living in. The contrary nature of life is overwhelming. Nature seems a bit outrageous and shrilling.

Just last week youngest son was meant to go on his first Geophysics lab above Ojai, California. The coastal regions to studying the mighty earth and her movements.

Then he went to one party with ten friends. The only time in a long while where he felt safe. Then right before the event he got the Covid19 tracer call. He did not get to go to his well planned out lab. That was last Monday. Most likely the worst day of his life. The family all tested negative. We were lucky. Yet I was mad as hell.

The opportunity will come again because that is his major.

Security is a good need, I think. I did not always feel this way.

Today while watching some news about the floods in Kentucky a commercial came on. I don’t know what was being sold but the song caught my attention. It was the song Security.

Otis Ray Redding Jr. (September 9, 1941 – December 10, 1967) was an American singer and songwriter. He is considered one of the greatest singers in the history of American popular music and a seminal artist in soul music and rhythm and blues. Nicknamed the “King of Soul”, Redding’s style of singing gained inspiration from the gospel music that preceded the genre. His singing style influenced many other soul artists of the 1960s. Label:          Volt – 45-117, Vinyl, 7″, 45 RPM, Single, Promo 1964.


But my favorite recording of this song is by, well you know, The Saints.

Label: Harvest – HAR 5166

Format: Vinyl, 7″, 45 RPM, Single Country: UK 1978


What do you do if they call you shrill because you demand your rights? You don’t get anxious about being unladylike. You realize that a man who fought for his rights would be considered appropriate and that ideas of what is ladylike have been used to control women for centuries. You translate shrill to assertive and smile smugly. Congratulate yourself that you have learned how to be assertive in your later years despite your socialization to be a “good girl” and cave in when confrontation arises, fearful of censure.

Jacobs, Ruth H. Be an Outrageous Older Woman, HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

Hiawatha and Dionysus

Thyrsus detail of Bacchus and Ariadne by Angelica Kauffmann (1741-1807)

As seeing the history of our earth and the water of the earth.

As seeing nature and the growing things and vines and the wildness of this planet.

I think upon the goodness and wisdom of Hiawatha and Dionysus.

Both connected to the earth are the best ones to learn from.

As we see politically, globally, and as human beings we need to listen to them now more than ever.

They teach me to listen to nature, that magic is a gift, and our friends are closer than we realize.

The Dionysian Thyrsus is a powerful compelling campaign addressing the wonder of life and the earth and harmony. It is all within us and outside of us.

Hiawatha speaks to the wind and in our souls of the equality of all things from minerals in rocks and out towards the star beings.

Balance and harmony, creativity and weaving our stories, hope and timeless ambition to run with the windiness of our nature.

Lady bugs to bear, mountain lions to the praying mantis.

Trees and the rivers, rain, and the thunder.

Love making to eating and dancing.

I call upon Hiawatha and Dionysus

I often believe you two are the same

Friends of humanity and the earth.


Hiawatha’s departure: Hiawatha sails Westward into the sunset



Photographic Print of Hiawatha/Longfellow. Hiawatha’s departure: Hiawatha sails Westward into the sunset © Mary Evans Picture Library Media ID 580113

My Three Solids until the day I die.

Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant

~ Hudley Flipside



Ed Kuepper Rendering by Hudley

Courtesy of Hudley Los Angeles Flipside Fanizne # 54 Anniversary Issue (Replica)

Stephen Stills “For What It’s Worth,” “Bluebird” and “Rock & Roll Woman” are three of my favorites moving songs performed by Buffalo Springfield’


Ed Kuepper “Nights in Venice,” “Demolition Girl “and “Church of Indifference” are just fucking profound songs.


Jock Blyth playing his hardcore punk sounds through “Freak,” “Pins and Needles” and “Stormchaser”


Songs that sample their sound… I love them through and through. Thanks!

Stephen Stills born Dallas–Fort Worth metroplex, the fourth-largest metropolitan area; Buffalo Springfield 1966–1968.

Ed Kuepper: Edmund Kuepper was born on 20 December 1955 in Bremen, then part of West Germany. His family migrated to Australia in the 1960s and settled in Brisbane. The Saints 1976-1979.

Colin “Jock” Blyth: GBH were early pioneers of British street punk, often nicknamed “UK82”, along with Discharge, Broken Bones, The Exploited, and The Varukers (Charged) GBH: 1978–present.

As I awoke from my existential childhood there are three guitarists who have had a profound wake-up call on my soul, body, and mind. From generations the 60s through to the present. Making me happy how these three guys are still moving around the planet and continue to play their songs.

Though I never had the privilege of meeting Stephen Stills, or Ed Kuepper I have met Jock Blyth.

I am friends with Ed on Facebook and Instagram and maybe my annoyance as a fan has zapped him now and then. Because my only addiction is the band The Saints.

I don’t ride my generations as a cult but as scenes mingling amongst sounds and friends. In real time, life and on the internet. The 1960s, 1970s and beyond had the most influence on my life as the DNA that makes up my soul. As an older senior citizen, I am pretty well saturated. Open and way past the need to wake up now it is the sound of these three that calm me, set me free and make me feel bitchin’.

I was overwhelmed and happy watching Billy Porter perform “For What It’s Worth” with Stephen Stills at the 2020 Democratic National Convention. Or seeing Buffalo Springfield on an old episode of Mannix from the 1960s.

Or being moved deep down when listening to Ed perform The Aints song “You’ll Always Walk Alone” on You Tube.

Or watching Jock talk about Tripel is a beer style with roots in the Belgian Trappist beer tradition on Facebook as GBH tours Northwestern Europe.

Now all within the comfort of my cave.





Babes That Keep Giving

These are a handful of Babes that keep giving. They have influenced generations by their singing, music, and right and left hand creative endeavors.


Alicia “Alice” Armendariz ~ Alice Bag from The early LA Band The Bags

Annette Celia Genevieve Zilinskas ~The Bangles, Blood on the Saddle…

Julie Lanfeld-Keskin ~ Sin 34

Kim Morris – Bass and vocals The Thingz

Susan Janet Ballion aka Siouxsie Sioux~The Creatures, Siouxsie and the Banshees


We are living through kind of depressing days. I think it is a nice time to share humor and look to some darn strong women!

Babes that keep giving.

I love the term BABE. It means so many things. Here at FLopside Comics Mr. Fuck and Mr. Shit mean it in a HIGH FIVE way. Lovers, girls, and best friends. Yet they also use the word ‘dude’ the same way when referring to their friends that are girls.

Girls, gals, women, females, dames, dolls, and broads.

Mr. Shit does not use proper English and prefers to use “that” instead of “who”… it is a slang thing… yet Babes Who keep Giving he said,

“Is fucking OK too.”

 






Hudley’s Literary Salon

Happy Independent Bookstore Day…. Is now everyday!

A wrench in the machine, however achieved, to get your words out for others to read!


Welcome….

Johannes Gensfleisch zur Laden zum Gutenberg (/ˈɡuːtənbɜːrɡ/;[1] c. 1400[2] – 3 February 1468) was a German inventor, printer, publisher, and goldsmith who introduced printing to Europe with his mechanical movable-type printing press. His work started the Printing Revolution in Europe and is regarded as a milestone of the second millennium, ushering in the modern period of human history. It played a key role in the development of the Renaissance, Reformation, Age of Enlightenment, and Scientific Revolution, as well as laying the material basis for the modern knowledge-based economy and the spread of learning to the masses.[3][4][5][6] Wikipedia


If today is support your independent bookstore day, then I say do support them in all the variables of delivery.

“Author events at independent bookstores sometimes take the role of literary salons [2] and independents historically supported new authors and independent presses.” Wikipedia

Patron Saint of Books, Publishers and bookstores….

Grateful for my publishing patron saint the Praying Mantis.

As one who has an independent bookstore in my bedroom converted into an office. I found that the definition of what a independent bookstore is has delightfully changed.

Seems to me that most independent bookstores are sole proprietorships. I remember a book I read once about a woman in England who opened a bookstore. In the back she also published books. In the front of her building, she had a coffee-tearoom and to the side an adjoining art gallery.

It has always been in the back of my mind to have a similar setup.

I have been in the printing or publishing business since I first took a printing class in high school while enrolled in a graphic art course at a local occupational school. Oh Ya!

My first job was pasting numbers in books for an adult book publisher.

The holy X-ACTO knife, the printing press and the revolutionary Xerox printing machine helped create and promote a thousand hubs and underground scenes; flyers and fanzines do come to mind!

And though I have not found independent books stores as agreeable to new or independent authors, some of my favorite books in my bookcases are from independent bookstores.

As a sole proprietor of an independent publishing company, I celebrate today. I love books … even crazy little comic books.

I even appreciate the eternity of dust on my husband’s infinity of chess books in our home. All purchased from independent chess book publishers and bookstores.

Over 40 years I have had this X-ACTO knife case and knife…

As I have said I run an independent bookstore from my home. A bedroom converted into an office. There is a coffee machine in the kitchen, unique art on the walls, and candles burning bright. The same smell that once filled the independent bookstore known as the Bodhi Tree in West Hollywood.

My point being publishing houses and independent bookstores come in all shapes and sizes. Good grief, nowadays one must be creative! Hardcover books smell great and are still a revelation to hold close to ones’ heart.

I have a publishing house that engages with print on demand. I support publishing all around the world this way.

From William Blake’s funky imaginative little self engraved publications to the revolutionary pamphlets of Thomas Paine. To all means of fanzines, paperbacks, and dirty magazines. To a local building, a suite, or online indie / DIY publishers who grew through this ridiculous pandemic.

Cheers! To all independent bookstores, publishers and most importantly to the ones who write.

Much Ado …

Hudley Flipside

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing


All money from book sales flows into a pool-bank to be put forth towards “in-process;”  Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary Film.

Epeisodion One… between the songs are the staff punks. Those who created a music fanzine.


Below are two independent publishers. I am included with other writers. A compilation of stories to share. Happy Happy!


Rare Bird Books.


HoZac Books.


The Call Of the Holy Baubo Protagonist!

The call of holy Baubo is strong now

The evil shadow of history comes forward again…

The highest court of our land is making it impossible for women to care for their own bodies. When women are deflowered or devalued it is time to look at the other sex… the male, especially all conservative moronic males, and their bitches…. Time to address their sperm and ask the big question,

“If a man gets a woman pregnant without the holy affirming blessing of the great Baubo herself, then off with his balls, or head … whichever. What do you think about that justice?”

Baubo’s theme song…. always and forever.


Chris Bailey’s psychic being is still very strong!

Rendering of the band The Saints. Hudley Flipside, 2010.


I have often written that the band The Saints are one of my only addictions in my life. After the death of Chris Bailey, I have been grieving him and a general time shift. The 70s, 80s, 90s, 2000s, 2010s and now. Over 40 years. This band led me on a path into a different realm of being. I found a bunch of misfits like myself. I found my voice and I awoke from a kind of existential youthful experience into finding myself and my soul. Music, friends, and a punk community that still holds my heart. Yet also knowing Chris Bailey was born the same time and so close to mine … we share these same generations or ten-year changes. Youth to adulthood and being senior citizens. As this post explains so much more in an indirect way too. In my grief I decided to do something that I do once in awhile to sooth my soul. I reached out to Carl Jung books. What came to mind yesterday was something from one of Carl Jung’s Black Books. Volume two page 175-6. I read from the last paragraph. I call it a random reading. The intuitive response is amazing to me. Encouraging action also. So, with this so much is shared, and I am content to move on past my grief. Into a new season of life knowing that

“the world beyond, where men are whole and complete, unlike here. The saint’s halo also characterizes his transcendent shining light, his psychic being.” ” (p.162) The Black Books, Volume Two, Carl Jung

Life endures … this gives me hope maybe like finding the Sun!

“In this moment the enormous tension was released and like rain it swept away [57/58] everything that was tensed, too highly strung. And soon sleep returned and brought with it a curiously beautiful image.” {138}

“Forms walked clad in white silk in a colored atmosphere. Each surrounded by a strangely fragrant, glowing tinted aura, some reddish, the others blueish and greenish.” {139}

{138} “This paragraph was replaced in LN by “Then I had a second vision.” ” (p.162)


Picture.. reversed.
The Saints (Barry Francis, Ivor Hay, Janine Hall, Bruce Callaway, Chris Bailey) at The Hero of Waterloo, Sydney. 1980. Picture by Judi Dransfield Kuepper…) image taken from article by John Willsteed, https://theconversation.com/a-gentleman-with-the-mad-soul-of-an-irish-convict-poet-remembering-chris-bailey-and-the-blazing-comet-that-was-the-saints-181059?fbclid=IwAR3o-g8RRKpyNxgIQ6x7QsihP9fTBaDqaBZhzozuQI0oHlaWVenjLWeZ_F8

{139} “Jung recounted this dream to Aniela Jaffé and commented upon it as follow: “This is some kind of in-between realm (the term definitely occurs in the original version of the dream) The idea was that if one is confronted with the shadow- as was the case through the experience of Siegfried’s dream– then the idea comes: I enter into a twilight: I am this and yet also something else. And this doubleness an abdication of the unconscious, which reached strangely far beyond me. Like a saint’s halo– This has a strange effect on the attitude toward the human being. If one is in the company of several persons, and one knows them and knows about their shadows, one then sees these people as they are, but are also something entirely different. They are surrounded by a strange sphere. They live in a strange, light-colored sphere, which circumscribes their ‘other’ state. This seemed to me to be like a vision of the world beyond, where men are whole and complete, unlike here. The saint’s halo also characterizes his transcendent shining light, his psychic being.” (MP, p. 170) The reminder of this entry was replaced in LN by “I know, I have stridden across the depths. Through guilt I have become newborn.” ” (p.162)

Siegfried’s dream

http://mlwi.magix.net/siegfried.htm

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Books_(Jung)