Punk Rock Historian and Professional Consultant
“They both laughed and drank to each other; they had never tasted sweeter liquor in all their lives. And in that moment they fell so deeply in love that their hearts would never be divided. So the destiny of Tristan and Isolde was ordained.”― Sir Thomas Malory
HUD Photo by Al Flipside 1979
I recorded this today. I captured a moment of reflection that needed to come forth. It is in relationship with My Punkalullaby paperback book out on Amazon. As a self-publisher it is rewarding to come out with my own renderings of my memories. My stories are not perfect stories, just real-life moments of life.
I think a good story is like that, it holds mysteries, truth, and often a few peppering errors. Which is OK by me.
I was filled with my feelings this morning about what the early punk scene meant to me. I like trying out things on my cell phone like my Voice Memos Application. I like what I captured.
I was reading and studying King Author and the Knights of the Round Table a lot in the 1980’s while in my twenties. I amplified this and superimposed it upon my life as a young punk rocker involved in a scene.
Yes, the bands and what we did was a kind of Knights of the Round Table experience to me. I do reflect upon these memories or “amber moments” because they still speak to me.
The Knights were the many band members, and their music holds an epiphany of truth and rebellion, eternally youthful in my soul.
Splendor in the Grass
What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
~ William Wordsworth
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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.
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. 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
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.
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
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.
There was a constant hum in the air during the day and yells and screams at night.
Dad dancing outside to music… was one of those times life seemed endlessly youthful… ya we were all dancing to Suzi Quarto.
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 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 thrills 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 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.
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 (brother) 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.
It still Electrifies Me !!
(Look for a band and a place… it is fun to see what was really going on then!)
LAS PLOGAS “The Plugs” Taken from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue (replica) Paperback
Dave Damage & Pete and a couple of gals…1980s..Ironic you 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?”
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 long white 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 downtown at a horror film festival…
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…
It was a wonderful time… I miss it. Like anytime there are endless stories to be shared. Below is an older review, I retrieved for Jimmy Pursey’s birthday. The small clubs, pubs, and dark corners or up-front-and-personal. I don’t think I will be coming out of my cave anytime soon. I will be doing some writing about this special time. Be safe.
“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”
Sham 69- Hurry Up Harry
The Static Age brings us 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 impressive 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 the 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 hors d’oeuvre.
I laughed when someone from the audience gave them shots of saké, the singer said,
“Is this semen?”
Below are pictures from a night at the local pub… We’re going down the pub …
“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 ourselves.”
~ Excerpt from My Punkalullaby by Hudley Flipside
“You’re not the first you’re not the last, another day another crash.”
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 anyone had for that matter because the lines were fuzzy.
Darby was a baby when he died. My son is his age now. I often think about how young and inexperienced Darby was.
The below image is a shirt that was given to me by my longtime friend Edward Colver the punk rock photographer extraordinaire.
I love the shirt. When I investigate 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 nothing does.
Edward Colver, Thanks for the t-shirt buddy !
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, RIP.
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 originals, the few Los Angeles punks.
Approved by the Ghost of Pat Fear…RIP
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 shrunk 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 of giving it to me, and the girl who left it behind…not a clue?