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The black leather jacket was left behind after one of X8’s female conquests, left behind in his car. He gave it to me and it fit. As a vegetarian and beertarian my frame was petite. Now the jacket is dry and shrunken and I’m round and plump. I had my son model it.
It was a simple complete-black leather jacket. The Charged GBH logo went on top first thing in the early 1980s. I love this jacket. We were inseparable. My friendship with X8 faded and he never knew what became of the jacket. A few years ago X8 and I rekindled our friendship for a brief time on MySpace. I told him about the leather jacket and what became of it. He was surprised and seemed interested.
This leather jacket is special to me because X8 thought to give it to me, and the girl who left it behind…not a clue?
She was known to dance with us round the wild circle in our living room at Halloween parties, and we did the same at her Otis College dorm.
I think it was 1985 when I first met Joy. She was at a rather small punk gathering. She had a camera and very long hair. Hanging at the punk scene is always a great way to meet other punkers. We talked and grew to enjoy her company. I remember the gifts she gave me. One was a blue masque she made in art class with blue feathers. Very Maude Gra !
“I made this for you Hud!
I really did not know what to do with it. I was embarrassed. I took it and kept it for many years. Another gift she gave me a few years later, that I still have, is an image of a flying Ostrich with an Asian/ Indian woman riding it. It is a large art piece that I have framed. It now hangs in my bedroom. I enjoy it immensely. It is an encaustic painting on a silk material. I guess these gifts were her way of wooing our friendship into existence. It seemed to work. Joy worked her way into the Flipside house and became a punk woman of integrity. Her art, shit work and journeys with us to gigs amplified the Flipside crew experience and we all enjoyed her presence.
We met her while she was attending High-School, and then she went onto Otis College of Art and Design of Los Angeles, and then to the prestigious Art Center College of Design of Pasadena. Yes, she grew up right in front of us developing skills I can’t even imagine.
I did not ask her about her family but she told us stories. She volunteered her time with us so I figured as long as she attended college her expenses were all paid for. She was not the struggling artist and she was not guilty or shy. One story she shared with us is about the relationship between her parents and the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Her parents received yearly health-screenings because they moved to California after the war. My dad is a purple-heart veteran that served in WWII. He bombed Japan. Forty years of time and once known enemies are now friends. Amazing!!
It was not easy making it into the ranks of the Flipside house. We had our tests. Joy passed them all and I am proud to call her my friend.
Today the extremes in human nature seem to be battling it out on the human stage. The weather is extreme and nature is bitchy. The feeling I have of deep oppression is swallowing my hopefulness for humanity. Satwant Singh Kaleka and Lt. Brian Murphy are examples of the best of what it means to be a good human being. They were willing to give their life for others. This amazes me. This brings hope back into my heart. August is an extreme time of the year and some of us pop like popcorn. Insane, vicious and diabolical… it is very interesting to observe this even though my foresight told me this would be. The best we can do is go back to doing simple things that make life seem normal again. A hot fudge Sunday, a swim in the pool or a beer at the local pub… but sometimes it is hard to get over the shock and feel normal at all…
Helen Jewel was a consistent staph worker on Flipside Fanzine during the 1980s. We met her through another friend through Pete Landswick. She lived near uptown Whittier in a second story funky apartment. She drove around in an old primer grey Porsche. She had a distinct style about her that was a bit on the Femme fatale side. At the time she worked at a local ceramic business and painted ceramic pieces. She was well-educated in the arts and literature and had a wild side. This is why, I guess, she hung out with us.
I remember when I turned her on to The Misfits. We just saw them live and interviewed them for an issue of Flipside to be published. She did not seem impressed at first, even when I told her all about the band. She was not easily impressed by others at all and told me once,
“If someone has the guts to insult me, I know they are my friend!”
The Misfits were going to play the Whisky A Go Go. I almost begged her to go. I told her,
“You just have to see them to believe them.”
She went. I will never forget the Misfits when they hit the stage. Glen Danzig was between two out-of-sight monsters of testosterone Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein and Jerry Only. Both with their Devilocks hanging down as far as Helen’s mouth.
There just are no words to describe how much fun these guys are to see live, so I won’t, but it felt out of control!
We went out of control!
Also read, Helen Wrote About Dead Clubs
I guess I am just down and dirty disillusioned. I am aware of the Punk Rock Picnics, http://punkrockpicnic.com/Punk_Rock_Picnic/, that have been going on for the last few years. The Punk Rock Bowling in Las Vegas, http://www.punkrockbowling.com/, for years now. I just do not get the appeal? What I see as the continuity of Punk Rock is appealing to me. The idea of a bunch of Punk bands playing does not. It is like condensed punk rock. So much and so many and out in the open is not appealing to me at all.
What pulled me into punk in the late 1970’s was the small clubs and small groups, the intimacy of friends. The Golden Voice shows grew in Los Angeles and Santa Monica into the Olympic Auditorium and Santa Monica Civic Auditorium… shows as these were as big as I could stand it~ for me. I was spoiled and spent most of my time backstage. It burned me out too. I just do not get it? Why do these bands that I have viewed, known and loved want to gather together like a bunch of hippies and party in such as massive way? Like Coachella man. This really sucks! I am very sad and just don’t get that this is really happening. My family tells me, “Hey, they can do what they want!” And, “Why should you care what they do?” My reply is from deep inside me, “It is so stupid…I hate this. Is this what Punk Rock has come to?” Is it all about recognition, being cool or popular or making bigger bucks? I wonder how many punk bands said no to play at this outdoor festival. Is there any individualized thinking going on here anymore?
There has always been the fine line, a place that bands crossed. They went on to the major record labels. Some bands crossed the line and for them the fans could not be held back. This is not what I am talking about. It is about jamming so many bands together over such a short time in a hippie like festival. I just don’t get it. It is a disloyalty to the small clubs and quaint shows. This is not supporting your local bands.
Maybe I am wrong but I can honestly say that I just don’t feel the vibe, it does not inspire me and I will never go to one of these really big shows. I guess it is just me. I have been moving back to quality over quantity for a couple of years now. I feel better this way. It will not be the first time I stood alone. SO be it…
The vessel of spiritual transformation
In the writing of Poimandres (a pagan gnostic) the Krater was a vessel filled with the spirit, which the creator-god sent down to earth so that those who strove for higher consciousness might be baptized in it. It was a kind of uterus of spiritual renewal and rebirth and corresponded to the alchemical vase in which transformation of substances took place. The parallel to this in Carl Jung’s psychology is the inner transformation process known as individuation.
I have a little book that I wrote the above quote in some thirty years ago. This quote came to mind upon seeing this Krater at the Getty Museum. Funny after all these years that this quote and this vase or vessel come together. It is something that I have consciously been alerted too. This is synchronicity learning that has a life of its own. In all I feel quite happy.