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I eat meat, fish and vegetables. My philosophy is~ we have all killed and been killed; we have all eaten and been eaten. This is the continuity of life, death and rebirth and today I feel like shining.  I hope to do it a little bit better each time around.

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Resurrection flowers of a waxing moon on November 2013. Last years flowers are looking mighty good this year…

When I go a looking for something if I start out Googling; I first type Yahoo.com. Yup I prefer YAHOO. Then it is to the music I go. Today I went to  KJazz 88.1 FM to find the song on my mind at about 7:40 am this morning. It is the jazz song by the Dave Brubeck Quartet called  Unsquare Dance.005 I needed to get it right. This was all done after I went shopping, and after I took the groceries to the car. Also it was done after I looked up to get in the car and saw someone take a picture of me with their hand-held device from their car. I caught him. He was in a SUV. He had on a hat with a small goatee on his chin. He was around 45 to 50 something. Very creepy

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Before I looked  up this song and after I went shopping and put my grocers in the car seeing a strange man take a picture of me;  I went crazy in the kitchen. I cooked up some scallops , sesame seeds, yellow squash and zucchini. I made black forest bacon and scallops without wooden spears to make my treat. I highlighted this all with some San Luis Obispo garlic sourdough bread and a uncup of my favorite coffee; Java Delight Donut Shop.

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Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
The Book of Thel, Thel's Motto (1789–1792)
~ William Blake

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/06/daily-prompt-searching/

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Flipside Fanzine / Magazine Classifieds Issue 50 cartoon..

This was so cute. I found it while looking through back issues researching for something else,

I am glad to see it again. I loved all the little images and ideas that fans of the punk scene sent us.

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Rock On: A Little 4th of July story…

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There was a constant hum in the air during the day and yells and screams at night.

Twenty years of fireworks over our home was what I was born to. Across the San Fernando Valley the Woodland Hills Golf Course was a private club that displayed colorful bangs and loud lights across the valley. We enjoyed these free fireworks close to over our home each year. Neighborhoods were tight and my whole family was together. BBQ, potato salad and sparklers at night highlighted the wild nature of the 4th of July during the 60s and 70s of my life. Watermelons soaked with booze were ready and waiting and the German Telefunken radio was put on a bar stool outside. The music blurred all day along with the bang-bang from our mini canon gun. It was a day of constant motion and movement and trills of youth. There was a constant hum in the air during the day and yells and screams at night.

The many phases of life are like a bell curve. This was an on the top and a great part of life. Now with Mom and Dad gone this 4th is especially a time of grieving for what once was. Ya, the low part of the bell curve. Yet, I know times will change again, when my kids grow up and the family grows.

Dad dancing outside to music… was one of those times life seemed endlessly youthful… ya we were all dancing to Suzi Quatro..

Flipside # 16 Advertisement “Electrify Me” by The Plugz, First album ~ a little punk hersotry !!

“they are largely staphylococci (Staph) and are to be found for the most part in hospital wards and clinics, where they cause considerable trouble”

The staph on Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine issue 16 are Al, Jill Masters, Paul Problem, Nate, X-8, Pete Landswick, John Angola, Hud, Gerber, Gerald  and Dee & Hilda. This was the first issue where I was included as someone who caused considerable trouble.  I awoke this morning thinking about an advertisement for the Plugz that Gus and I did in this particular issue. He did not get credit on staph but he signed the contribution on the image as Caz 79.  Working on this issue was a great adventure and all the characters that were called staph were unique and inviting  in so many ways.

Ad in FLipside Fanzine # 16 by Gus Hudson and HudleyI was the model in this advertisement. What I love most from this issue is the map illustrated by  Dee & Hilda.  It is great to sit back and reflect upon it …. a time so long ago. It still Electrifies Me !!

(Look for a band and a place… it is fun to see what was really going on then!)

This is a very accurate map of our city-by Dee , Hilda, Al and Holly.

This is a very accurate map of our city-by Dee , Hilda, Al and Holly.

@ to Dee (rip) & Hilda…!! I will always love ya !!

The Case of David Blevins aka Dave Damage

Dave and Pete photo by HudleyDave Damage &  Pete and a couple of gals…1980s..Ironic ya think?

He had the bluest eyes of a borderline serial killer,

He could memorize lyrics live,

Reciting them back after the show,

He also told me,

“Did you ever notice that you could carry a woman with your fingers like a six-pack of beer?”

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David wrote reviews for Flipside Fanzine in the early 80s,

He followed Helen Jewel to us,

We had fun…

Beers, jokes and solving puzzles from beer caps.

He then called us and came by excessively,

Becoming critical and argumentative,

While insulting our friends.

Once he called at 8 pm,

I pulled the phone plug,

We got back at 2 am,

I put the phone plug back in,

He was still calling us,

ring ring, ring ring….

Then there was the dog we buried near the Whittier dam on the Rio Honda River,

Helen, Al and me…

Dave hung the white long hair mutt on our front porch,

A poor dog he just got from the animal shelter.

A few years raced by…

we never saw him.

The only person to see him was a friend Mr Joe Hudson,

He saw him down town at a horror film festival…

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One day our friends Paul and Kori

Found an article in their local paper

Dave was a serial killer…

Caught in a love triangle,

He killed two women,

With a gun,

And rolled their bodies in two separate carpets,

And left them at the Beach,

He is serving two life sentences…

We’re going down the pub: Looking through the sly seductive eyes of Joe Jughead one of The Static Age guys…

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 He brings another fun show at the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park. I could not refuse this free show in my backyard with the Smears (UK), Plexikill, Ingenue and Government Trap. I missed Government Trap but did see their flyers everywhere. Some of us made little paper airplanes with them; flying promotional airplanes.

Ingenue is an all-girl band that has a certain kind of sound that I want to get lost in. That is what I look for in a band. That place where I get so lost in the sound that I forget myself. They also got to that point as well where they let go. That place where the line between band and audience fades away. Nice Bass sound and wildly played!!

Plexikill is a powerful band. Nice style with an awesome drummer. She had both feet going even if her left foot only seemed like it was vibrating up and down, cool…great sound!

Then came the headlining band from UK… The SMEARS. The lead singer Em reminded me of actress Rosalind Russell. They have a heavy musical current to their music. They played a few songs but not enough. It was like not having enough cake…or skimping on the orderves. A tease. I laughed when someone from the audience gave them shots of Sake then the singer said,

“Is this Semen?”

I like seeing new and different bands. I included the bands websites below. All the stuff ya need like names, show dates and a little free listening.

The SMEARS
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-SMEARS/115664515898?ref=ts&sk=app_6452028673
PLEXIKILL
https://www.facebook.com/plexikillmusic/app_2405167945
INGENUE
https://www.facebook.com/ingenuemusic/app_2405167945
THE GOVERNMENT TRAP
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Government-Trap/269609803147929?sk=app_2405167945

Below are pictures from a night at the local pub… We’re going down the pub

You don’t have to tell me
That the thing’s I do are wrong
But everything I do in life
Is with us right or wrong
Now I think I understand
How to have some fun

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Happy Birthday Mr. Crash

Darby late 70s by Al Flipside

Thanks for the tshirt buddy ! A happy loveable dork…

I am not going to do a critical documentary and  linear history of Darby Crash. My time in the early punk scene is based on blurred colors and images as a Claude Monet painting. My feelings and emotions linger and still wake me up late at night. I found him shy, troubled and out of control. The beat of underground music brought us together. I was unaware of any agenda he had, or any one had for that matter because the lines were fussy. In the vacuum of outer space particles tend to clump together.  We clustered together as young punks and we created a scene that is still amounting to something? We were a forgotten stagnation of youths that yearned for change.  We were unhappy with our world and us.

“You’re not the first you’re not the last Another day another crash ..”

Darby was a baby when he died. My son is his age now.  I often think about how young an inexperienced Darby was. The above image is a shirt that was given to me by my long time friend Edward Colver the punk rock photographer extortioner.  I love the shirt.  When I look into Darby’s face that Ed captured I see a small degree of the man he was becoming. It was not the young face that I knew. A face that I took for granted. I thought Darby, the early punk scene, and my youth would last forever but noting does.

I am not the faithful fan as many seem to be of the Germs or Darby. There are many that knew him better than I did.  I rolled in the same wave that moved that early Los Angeles punk scene. He was one of the unique original few of Los Angeles punks.

My only regrets are;

I wish I would have given him a little more of my time,

I wish I would have given him more of my clothing when he asked,

I regret laughing when he was drunk, high and rolling in glass,

I regret this the most.

What a kid what a character…

Happy Birthday Darby Crass, RIP

I told X8

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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?

Nazi Punks, It is just as clear today as it was from the beginning… and I have one thing to say….

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…

Minor Threat, The Beatles and Straight Edge~Twinkies or potato chips.

(This is an embellished non-fiction memory. I am always open to comments that differ from my memories. The 80s went by fast and so much happened; besides there were countless bands we dealt with on a constant basis… my mind does play tricks on me….)


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When I think about the few times the Minor Threat/ Dischord boys came to visit the Flipside house, I think about how they were, such as the color of Ian’s eyes while waiting in their traveling Van. The waves crashing as we sat there not speaking. Everyone else was surfing and yes, they are a beautiful blue.  The boys, wanted to go surf with Al. Maybe I smile at the debates we had over being Straight Edge. Yes, they were Straight Edge, but the van was filled with wrappers from terrible sweets like Twinkies and cans from drinking soda. Salty potatoes chips too. I was not Straight Edge because I like to drink beer. I stressed that this did not stop me from my goals or my path but eating sweets and drinking soda would kill me. We debated about crazy stuff like that.

So much time has passed, and memories come and go but what I am sharing today is a funny piece of punk rock history.

I knew that Ian MacKaye liked the Beatles. I sent him some stationary that I made up just for him. I forgot about it. A year or so later he sent me this letter with this check. I kept it all these years in a journal. I wonder if Dischord Records or Al would mind if I cash it now?

 

(based on my memory…some of it may be embellished by events that are merged together…  fugazi guys…. kind of like Twinkies or potato chips)

 

 


I wish all of us old punks stood by each other.. sadly this is not always the case..